Chapter 297: I

Not all chickens can survive on the summit of Mount Sanqing and still lay eggs, especially those that join the mountain halfway up.

So the chickens currently on Mount Sanqing are mostly those raised from chicks, and each one eaten means one fewer egg-laying chicken next year.

Many families below the mountain also raise chickens, and Wang Cong can buy them when he goes down.

Afraid that Hong Yan might grow impatient and actually bite into the chicken coop, Wang Cong moved quickly: fifteen minutes down, seven and a half minutes buying chickens, fifteen minutes back up.

Xiao Hong steamed the chicken for her, but Hong Yan had many demands: "Use more salt—you last steamed it too bland."

Xiao Hong: "The junior monk said you're a fox—you can't eat too salty things, or you'll shed fur."

Hong Yan: "Fur grows back. I haven't eaten anything salty—it's just that you give me too little salt."

Seeing how greedy she was, Xiao Hong added extra salt and plenty of soaked wood ear mushrooms to enhance the flavor.

Before the chicken was fully steamed, Hong Yan couldn't help sniffing and exclaiming, "So fragrant, so fragrant—Xiao Hong, your steamed chicken is delicious."

Xiao Hong beamed, her eyes crinkling: "You haven't even eaten it yet."

After another fifteen minutes of steaming, Xiao Hong poked it with chopsticks, confirmed it was done, and took it off the heat.

She placed it in a large basin and handed it to her: "Sister Hong Yan, won't you keep one? I'll reheat it when you want more—otherwise you'll have to eat it cold later."

Hong Yan swallowed hard and said: "I'm entering seclusion—I won't leave my room. When I'm hungry, I'll eat. I don't mind cold food."

With that, she carried the large basin toward her guest room.

Wang Feiyin stared longingly as the basin with the chicken walked away, then sharply turned to glare at his son: "You only bought two?"

Wang Cong: "... Dad, we're having pork ribs tonight."

Wang Feiyin muttered: "I want chicken too."

Wang Cong pretended not to hear.

Hong Yan was entering seclusion to metabolize the Kai Zhi Dan; after taking the pills, Pan Yun and the others merely sat on the rocks in the back courtyard for an hour.

Pan Yun opened her eyes, sighed, "Ah," then said: "I feel smarter."

Wang Feiyin leaned back in his recliner, coughing to mask his smile: "Good that you feel something."

Pan Yun leaned in: "Big Brother, I'm smarter than before—don't you have anything to assign me?"

Wang Feiyin grew serious, nodding solemnly: "Actually, yes. You've had plenty of rest—today you should practice object-flight."

Pan Yun: "I already know how. No need to learn."

Wang Feiyin glanced at her.

"You don't believe me? I'll fly for you."

Pan Yun flipped off the rock, drew her sword, and with a sharp *shiiii* it unsheathed.

Wang Feiyin couldn't help praising: "Fine sword! Who gave it to you?"

Pan Yun glanced at him: "Senior Brother Zhang."

Wang Feiyin glanced back: "Oh, Liu Zhen—he's got plenty of good stuff."

Wang Feiyin tilted his chin: "Fly."

Pan Yun lifted her chin, flicked her wrist—her sword shot out, circled the cliff face, then landed steadily before her.

Pan Yun looked at the sword resting at her feet, then leapt onto it. Her body swayed, her abdomen tightened, qi flowed through her dantian, and in the next instant, she stabilized.

Wang Feiyin waited patiently—but after a long while, she still hovered motionless above the sword.

The sword was less than a foot off the ground.

Wang Feiyin looked, exasperated: "Even half a zhang up, I wouldn't rush you—why leave just this inch gap? Are you trying to trap my foot?"

Pan Yun glanced at him, stubborn: "Big Brother, I'm finding my feel—I flew before, in my past life."

Wang Feiyin asked: "Did you fly with a sword in your past life?"

Pan Yun stayed silent.

Wang Feiyin circled her once, then decided to be gentle. He stepped onto the large rock and said: "Alright, no need to fly far today—just fly to where I'm standing."

Pan Yun glanced at his feet—the large rock was the one Wang Feiyin often sat on, mostly embedded in the courtyard, connected to smaller stones, with a small portion jutting over the cliff.

Wang Feiyin was standing on the overhanging edge, his toes balanced on the rim.

That was a spot Pan Yun would never stand on.

She immediately looked away, but her legs went weak, nearly toppling off the sword.

She took several deep breaths and steadied herself.

Wang Feiyin narrowed his eyes.

Pan Yun closed her eyes, opened them again—her sword glided forward at a height of twenty centimeters, stopping precisely beside Wang Feiyin.

From here, one could see the bottomless cliff and the mountain shrine half-hidden by trees.

Wang Feiyin smiled, patted her shoulder warmly: "Good. I knew it—my brilliant little sister wouldn't be afraid of heights."

Pan Yun lifted her chin proudly: "I just haven't flown in a long time—I'm getting reacquainted with the feel."

"Mm," Wang Feiyin nodded, then suddenly clamped his hand into a claw, seized her shoulder, and flung her—*shiiii*—she shot upward like a discus, then *shiiii* plummeted straight down the cliff. "Aaaah—"

Miao Zhen and Miao He rushed to the cliff's edge, screaming: "Little Master Shu—!"

Wang Cong leaned over to look—and saw their little master shu strike a tree mid-fall, used it to launch upward, stabilized quickly, then began scaling the cliff face.

She tapped the rock wall with her toes, spun upward, occasionally kicked off to dodge protruding stones, then leapt onto branches to gain momentum.

In this way, she flew back up the cliff.

As soon as she landed on the rock, her legs and arms went limp—she reached out to them.

Miao Zhen and Wang Cong rushed forward, each gripping one arm, helping her down from the large rock and onto a smaller one nearby.

Wang Feiyin stroked his beard: "Your lightness skill is fine, but your object-flight isn't—do you not trust your flight technique, or your sword?"

Pan Yun looked pale: "When I use lightness, I only look ahead and above—even if I glance down, I suppress the urge to jump. I make sure there's something blocking me front, back, left, right—as long as there's a barrier, I'm not afraid."

Wang Feiyin suddenly understood: "That's why you always dive into tree branches when using lightness—we all avoid them, but you insist on getting covered in leaves and twigs."

Wang Feiyin asked, "What was the object you used to fly by controlling things in your previous life?"

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Pan Yun said with a troubled face, "A small house."

Wang Feiyin: "What?"

Wang Cong exclaimed, "Little Xiao Shishu, were you that amazing in your previous life? You could actually ride a house and fly? How come I've never heard of such a great cultivator in our dynasty? Father, ten years ago which great cultivator passed away?"

Wang Feiyin smacked him on the head, "Shut up!"

Wang Feiyin turned his head to look at her, "How far did your cultivation reach in your previous life?"

Pan Yun glossed over it vaguely and went straight on, "It was a foldable, extendable house, made of special materials, with a Lightness Array and a Flight Array carved on it. It was a small house of about ten square meters, the floor was a carpet, and outside the house the carpet extended out about two meters, with a railing about one meter and two high set along the edge. Even if I stood at the edge I wasn't afraid."

That was a flying magic artifact she had saved up for three years to have custom-made!

She hadn't originally wanted to make one, because traveling in her previous life was really convenient.

Not only were there airplanes, but also all kinds of commercially operated flying magic artifacts, piloted drivers who controlled flight, and flying demon beasts that would also take jobs.

But after several air traffic accidents and criminal incidents, Pan Yun didn't trust aerial travel much, and in the end decided to fly herself, so she spent a fortune to make this foldable house-shaped flying magic artifact.

Originally she had only wanted to add a ring of railing to the flying carpet, but after adding the railing and flying for a while, she felt the flight time was too long and sitting on it was boring, so she had people build a windproof tea room on it for brewing tea…

The flying magic artifact grew more and more perfect with each upgrade; no matter what others thought, she herself was quite pleased.

She had even personally carved it full of magic arrays; piloting it was so easy.

But here…

Let alone that her artifact-crafting skills were average, even if she pulled both the subjects of dynamics and magic artifact crafting out of the Spirit Realm to relearn, she still didn't have the materials.

In the end, she still had to study materials science, and every branch of materials science at that, starting from the nineteenth century.

Pan Yun didn't think she had that ability, but…

Her gaze swept over Wang Cong, Seeing Miao Zhen, and Miao He, and finally settled on Wang Feiyin, "Senior Brother, may I borrow your medicine cauldron?"

Wang Feiyin: …

"My medicine cauldron is in the pharmacy."

It really was in the pharmacy; Wang Feiyin usually used it for alchemy, and it was so big that he didn't like carrying it around.

So as long as he was on the mountain, he kept it in the pharmacy, and only took it with him when he went out.

But… that was his magic artifact; with a wave of his hand, the medicine cauldron flew out from the pharmacy, whoosh, and arrived at Wang Feiyin's side in an instant.

Wang Feiyin rested his hand on the medicine cauldron and asked, "What do you want it for?"

Pan Yun climbed right into the medicine cauldron, standing just enough to show half her head, with her eyes outside; this gave her a powerful sense of security.

Pan Yun, gripping the rim of the medicine cauldron, said, "Senior Martial Brother, watch me fly."

Having said that, the medicine cauldron whooshed off, and in a flash shot through the cliff valley and flew off into the distance…

Miao He let out a "Wow," her eyes shining brightly, "Senior Xiao Shishu, Little Xiao Shishu really can fly!"

Wang Feiyin: …

His face fell silent; seeing the medicine cauldron had already flown out of sight, he fell into thought—did he need to prepare a medicine cauldron for his little martial sister?

Pan Yun stood in the medicine cauldron, looking down at the fields and houses below, and the pent-up frustration in her chest finally flew away; she stood in the cauldron with hands on her hips and laughed out loud.

Pan Xiaohei, who was getting farther and farther away, could only pull himself out of cultivation, cursing as he hid his body properly before being dragged along by her.

He instantly flew into the Spirit Realm, and the sense of restraint deepened at once, "Next time you want to fly far away, can you take me with you, can you take me with you?"

Pan Yun: "Forgot, definitely remember next time."

She controlled the medicine cauldron to make a circle and then fly back; the children below, who had happened to gather together to play, occasionally looked up and pointed at the sky shouting, "A vat! There's a vat flying in the sky!"

The little friends immediately looked up, but only caught a glimpse of a shadow flashing past, and shouted loudly, "It's not a vat, it's a pot! There's a pot flying in the sky!"

The adults heard them shouting, walked out the door, glanced up at the azure sky, casually picked up a stick and went over, "Playing with mud again, how many times have I told you, don't play with mud, do you still want these clothes or not…"

(End of this chapter)