Chapter 977 - 927: The Turtle Is in the Jar!

"Look, what kind of bird is that?"

"Wow, it’s entirely blue, with feathers and a body several times bigger than a hawk; what the hell kind of rare species is this?"

"Aren’t birds rarely seen in bustling city centers? Why did they suddenly appear out of nowhere?"

"Hey—something’s not right, take a closer look. These birds are diving high and low, as if they’re forming some kind of pattern!"

"Which of you guys can shoot one down so we can see what species this is!"

As Qin Fan and the other two strolled leisurely.

On the pedestrian street of Jinling’s commercial district.

Many passersby all stopped in their tracks.

Looking up at the blue birds that sometimes circle, dive, and hover, they kept exclaiming in shock.

Their entire bodies were a deep blue.

Several times larger than a hawk.

Forming formations as if searching for something, they circled and covered the area.

Most critically, there were quite a few of them, at least several dozen.

To say that this kind of display doesn’t attract attention is pure nonsense.

Countless people took out their phones to capture the moment and record videos.

Even officials from the Forestry Department quickly attended to the news.

After all, such seemingly undocumented bird species definitely have extraordinary research value.

It was under such circumstances.

That Qin Fan and the other two gradually walked toward the pedestrian street.

In midair.

Those dozens of blue birds suddenly formed a fan-shape.

Rapidly flying toward Qin Fan and the others.

"Chirp—!!!"

Suddenly.

These blue birds in the air abruptly screeched to a halt.

All together they issued a sound that echoed across the sky.

The leading blue bird flapped its wings.

Instantly, a few nearby birds swooped down toward the Kunlun Elder.

Their eerie blue eyes were fixated on the Kunlun Elder.

Quickly circling in the air above him!

"Boss, these should be intelligence birds from the Training Spirit Sect, their Spiritual Breath is much stronger than those beasts from the Training Spirit Clan, they’re almost becoming spirits. Should we capture them?" the Kunlun Elder whispered.

"Forget it, too many eyes around! No need, let them go back and communicate! Just enjoy the show, haha—!" Qin Fan shook his head and chuckled.

"A hybrid of Eastern seagulls and falcons; it seems the Training Spirit Sect truly has some skill. Guess these hybrids are at least a hundred years old. Kunlun kid is right, they’re almost spirits!" Six Paths spoke, seeing through the essence of these blue birds.

"Interesting, it seems they’re truly targeting the old man! Let’s go. Since we know the answer, we’ll find a place for them to showcase their skills!"

Regarding whether these birds become spirits, Qin Fan wasn’t interested at all.

Instead, he planned to let these intelligence birds report back, so they would come willingly to be captured.

"Alright, Boss, listening to you, but where should we go?" The Kunlun Elder, evidently seeing Qin Fan as the backbone, asked weakly.

At this stage.

The Training Spirit Sect had come out in full force to cause trouble.

Kunlun, Penglai, and Tomb Raider had all entered the mortal world. Though unaware of the intentions of their sect and the other two sects.

The mere action by the Training Spirit Sect was enough to make him anxious.

Even with Qin Fan’s protection, he couldn’t remain calm from a humanistic perspective.

"Wherever’s secluded, that’s where we’ll go! Follow me!" Qin Fan decided, turning to continue walking.

In midair.

Those dozens of odd birds, hybrids of Eastern seagulls and falcons, scattered and flew away.

Apart from three or two that continued trailing Qin Fan and the others from above, the rest disappeared like lightning amid chirps.

Jinling border.

"Sect Master, the vanguard army has returned!"

A middle-aged man, seeing the rapidly flying returning strange birds in the sky.

Hurriedly spoke.

"So smooth? So easily? Could there be a trap?" Before the pristine white-robed Training Spirit Sect Master could speak, a Training Spirit Elder voiced instinctively.

"A trap? Does our Training Spirit Sect need to worry about traps? Before absolute strength, all schemes are paper tigers! Follow me immediately!"

Afflicted by the pain of losing a child, the Training Spirit Sect Master didn’t hesitate, and shot forward with a flick of his sleeve.

In the blink of an eye, only a black dot remained.

Looking again, the figure vanished into thin air.

"Let’s go!" Several elders also commanded sternly.

In no time, they led the entire sect’s disciples away.

...

"Jinling’s direction!"

"Jinling’s direction!"

"Jinling’s direction!"

Simultaneously.

In the regions beyond Jinling.

Three exclamations echoed.

Voices of the other three sect leaders.

With the shout.

Apart from the Kunlun Sect.

Penglai and Tomb Raider flew toward Jinling, instantly turning into ghostly remnants.

Shanghai.

In a certain wilderness.

"Sovereign!"

A few Kunlun elders looked at the suddenly stunned Kunlun Sect Master in astonishment.

Clearly perceiving two strong energy fluctuations heading toward Jinling.

It was apparent that these were Penglai and Tomb Raider following the Training Spirit Sect.

In the race against time, the Sovereign was motionless, clearly making these elders anxious.

"The Supreme’s aura is right in Jinling! And the Training Spirit Sect is heading toward him!"

With black hair and casual attire, resembling a typical elderly man, the Kunlun Sovereign frowned.

Once a woodcutter bestowed with fortune by Six Paths.

Kunlun’s leader.

Helming one of the four hidden world sects.

An old monster who has lived for over four hundred years!

"What? It’s the Supreme? The Training Spirit Sect is targeting him? Damn, what the hell is happening?" A companion elder of the Supreme voiced in shock.

"I wish to know too!"

With this utterance.

Kunlun Sovereign’s figure flashed into the air.

Swiftly vanishing without a trace.

Clearly, the Sovereign was anxious.

Aside from the fact that the Supreme belonged to Kunlun, he was also his son!

Now being targeted by the Training Spirit Sect, how could he remain indifferent?

Jinling wilderness.

In a desolate area with sparse human population.

A conspicuously broken pavilion stood.

After leaving Jinling’s bustling center, Qin Fan and the others sped up with a nonhuman pace to make this broken pavilion their resting place.

At this point in the pavilion.

Qin Fan and the two others sat on stone chairs missing corners and legs.

On an artificially damaged irregularly-shaped stone table in front, there were three vats of aged Daughter’s Red wine, along with some snacks.

All these were taken out from Qin Fan’s storage space in thin air.

Because of this incredible act of retrieving items from thin air, the Kunlun Elder was scared to death.

Deeply convinced that the other party was an Immortal!

After all, what else could explain such defying ability apart from being an Immortal?

As for Six Paths, he was indifferent, also having a storage space.

On the Cangqiong Continent, this was not a big deal.

Yet he didn’t explain to the Kunlun Elder.

The red paper on the wine vat was torn open.

Qin Fan raised it first, "Let’s try it! The turtle’s in the jar!"

"Alright, Qin young friend, I’ll drink first to toast!" Without any fuss, Six Paths also picked up a vat, and drank straight with his head back.

"Boss, I, I, I’ll toast first!" Seeing this, the Kunlun Elder dared not dawdle any longer, hastily picking up a vat and tilting his head back to drink.

An old.

A middle-aged.

A youngster.

They drank together in this forsaken pavilion situated in a place where birds won’t even stop.

Outside the wilderness.

Four sects capable of toppling and even destroying a country were speeding at a rate of hundreds of miles an eye blink, beginning their approach.