si-mexico Chapter 125 Helping to Repair the Flying Boat
Chapter 125 Helping to Repair the Flying Boat
"Let's go. This time it's the sect leader's second disciple, Yang Qingfeng, leading the team. We just received the notification that they've already gathered at the sect square. Let's hurry over."
After quickly tidying up, Yuan Mengyao and Xu Xiaoxiao flew towards the sect square on their swords.
Yang Qingfeng began calling roll in the square, and just then he called Xu Xiaoxiao's name: "Xu Xiaoxiao from Chongyang Peak."
Xu Xiaoxiao quickly sheathed her sword and shouted "Here!" She patted her chest, relieved that she had made it in time.
Yang Qingfeng nodded and continued calling out names: "Yuan Mengyao from Lingzhi Peak, Ning Qingwan from the Third Peak..."
Ning Qingwan glanced at Xu Xiaoxiao and Yuan Mengyao and muttered, "What's there to be so proud of? Humph."
Yang Qingfeng called out the names of the disciples from each peak, totaling twenty. He then released the sect's ark and urged his junior brothers and sisters to board quickly. He bid farewell to the elders who came to see him off, placed the spirit stones on the ark's axis, and flew according to the map's route.
"Fellow disciples, our journey to the ruins and wasteland is long and fraught with danger. I hope we can work together to overcome these challenges," Yang Qingfeng said, taking out the Phoenix Prison, the sect leader's disciple.
"Disciples will obey Senior Brother Yang's instructions," everyone replied.
"Yes, there are rooms arranged on the flying boat according to the order of each peak. You can open the door with your sect token. Everyone can rest on your own." Yang Qingfeng's voice was not so serious when he saw that no one had any objections.
"Senior Sister Yuan, what a coincidence, your room is right next to mine!" Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the Chongyang Peak sign hanging on the door, and then at the Lingzhi Peak next to it, and happily pulled Yuan Mengyao along.
“If you want, we can share a room,” Yuan Mengyao said, looking at Xu Xiaoxiao with affection.
"Aren't you afraid of being crowded?" Ning Qingwan said sarcastically as she walked past them.
"Senior Sister Yuan, what happened to Senior Sister Qingwan? When I first came to the sect, she was very kind to me," Xu Xiaoxiao whispered to Yuan Mengyao after watching Ning Qingwan walk away.
"Ignore her. She's arrogant and can't see the truth. She'll suffer sooner or later." Yuan Mengyao knew more than Xu Xiaoxiao, and she wouldn't tolerate a two-faced hypocrite.
"Then can I sleep with Senior Sister Yuan tonight?" Xu Xiaoxiao didn't dwell on things she couldn't understand.
"You, all you do is sleep. How can a qualified cultivator waste time sleeping? You wish you could spend all your time cultivating," Yuan Mengyao tapped Xu Xiaoxiao's little head.
Xu Xiaoxiao pouted slightly, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Yuan Mengyao. She gently shook Yuan Mengyao's arm and said in her soft, sweet voice, "Senior Sister Yuan, just one night, okay? I promise it will only be this once, and I will definitely cultivate more in the future."
After saying that, he tilted his head and blinked, trying to get away with it.
At this moment, the airship was smoothly traversing through the clouds. Outside the window was a sea of clouds as white as snow, ever-changing. Sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, casting a light golden veil over the interior of the airship.
Xu Xiaoxiao wore a simple pink shirt, and the sect token hanging at her waist swayed gently with her movements. Her long, black hair flowed smoothly down her back, making her look even more playful and cute.
Yuan Mengyao smiled helplessly at her appearance, gently flicked Xu Xiaoxiao's forehead, and said affectionately, "I really can't do anything with you, tonight, okay?"
Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up instantly, and a bright smile bloomed on her face as she cheered, "I knew Senior Sister Yuan was the best!"
As she spoke, she skipped and hopped toward Yuan Mengyao's room, eager to see the furnishings inside. Her steps were so light that it seemed as if she were walking on air, and the hem of her pink shirt fluttered in the wind.
Xu Xiaoxiao pushed open the door, and the interior furnishings came into view.
The room was small, but cozy and clean. The walls were made of warm white jade, which emitted a soft glow and dispelled the gloom in the room.
An antique sandalwood table sits by the window, with several books neatly stacked on it, their pages gleaming a pale yellow in the dim light.
The bed was placed against the wall, and the soft brocade quilt was embroidered with spiritual flowers and herbs, emitting a faint aura of spiritual energy. The bed curtains were made of light purple gauze, which swayed gently in the wind. The room in this sect's ark was quite nice.
The two lay side by side on the bed. Xu Xiaoxiao turned to face Yuan Mengyao, twirling a strand of hair with her fingers, her eyes full of curiosity, and asked softly, "Senior Sister Yuan, what treasures do you think there will be in the Lost Wasteland Secret Realm this time? Will we find rare and precious materials that can greatly increase our cultivation?"
Yuan Mengyao gazed at the bed canopy, shook her head slightly, and said calmly, "The secret realm is fraught with danger, and treasures are not easily obtained. However, if we are lucky, we may encounter spiritual objects suitable for our cultivation."
Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes darted around, and she sat up, gesturing excitedly, "If I get the treasure, I'll share half with Senior Sister. We'll get stronger together, and then let's see if those people still dare to look down on our Huitian Sect!"
Yuan Mengyao was amused by her, pulled her down to lie down, and gently instructed, "Don't just dream about things. Once we're in the secret realm, stick close to me. Even though your cultivation is higher than mine, don't wander off, understand?"
Xu Xiaoxiao nodded obediently, a faint smile on her lips. Soon, her breathing became even, and she fell into a deep sleep. Yuan Mengyao tucked her in and also slowly closed her eyes to rest. The room was quiet and peaceful.
The airship sped smoothly through the air, while outside the window, the sea of clouds surged and undulated like waves, and the sunlight struggled to penetrate the clouds, casting rays of light.
Xu Xiaoxiao and Yuan Mengyao were resting with their eyes closed in the room when suddenly, a series of urgent knocks broke the peace.
Yuan Mengyao stood up alertly and rushed to the door. She opened it and saw a disciple looking flustered, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He said breathlessly, "Senior Sister Yuan, something bad has happened! The ark of a small sect below has malfunctioned for some reason and is hanging in mid-air, about to fall. They are asking us for help. Senior Brother Yang wants everyone to go out and discuss countermeasures."
Upon hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao quickly straightened her clothes and followed Yuan Mengyao to the deck.
Not far away, a dilapidated ark was leaning to one side, with cracks in many of its planks and flickering spiritual light, as if its power core was about to go out.
The disciples of that sect were in a panic on the deck, their shouts carried on the wind.
Yang Qingfeng frowned, his gaze fixed on the malfunctioning ark. He gripped the sect leader's token tightly in his hand, then turned to the crowd and said loudly, "Fellow disciples, since they have come seeking help, we cannot stand idly by. Let's brainstorm ideas on how to save them."
Xu Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide, observing the surrounding situation. Her little hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, and she said in a clear voice, "Senior Brother Yang, let's throw the spiritual energy rope over first to stabilize their boat and prevent it from continuing to fall."
Yuan Mengyao nodded slightly and agreed, "I think it's feasible. We'll send someone over to check the root cause of the problem and fix it as soon as possible."
After discussing and deciding, everyone immediately took action. Yang Qingfeng took the lead and threw out a spiritual rope. The rope flew towards the malfunctioning ark like a serpent and precisely wrapped around the ship's side.
Xu Xiaoxiao and Yuan Mengyao exchanged a glance, then leaped toward the ship, landing lightly on the deck.
Yuan Mengyao remained calm, made a hand seal, and a soft light enveloped the crack, temporarily stabilizing the wooden board.
Xu Xiaoxiao stood by and comforted the frightened disciples. With a warm smile, she said softly, "Don't be afraid, we're here to help you!"
With everyone working together, the malfunctioning ark gradually stabilized, its light returned, and it slowly flew towards safety.
After the malfunctioning Ark stabilized temporarily, Xu Xiaoxiao gently wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on her previously tense face. She turned to look at Yuan Mengyao, her eyes bright and determined: "Senior Sister Yuan, we need to find the power source of this Ark quickly, it feels like it won't last much longer."
Yuan Mengyao nodded solemnly and replied, "Okay, I'll use my spiritual power to sense it. Stay close to me."
At this moment, the surrounding clouds grew thicker and thicker, and a howling wind swept in, making everyone's clothes flutter loudly, as if this perilous high-altitude environment was putting pressure on them.
Yuan Mengyao moved with light and graceful steps, her spiritual energy gathering in her palms and transforming into wisps of light. She closed her eyes tightly, focusing intently on sensing the flow of spiritual energy, trying to find the source of the power.
Xu Xiaoxiao followed closely behind, her pink dress fluttering in the wind. She held down the hem of her skirt with one hand and protected her front with the other to prevent items from being blown away by the wind. Her eyes scanned the surroundings warily, not missing a single corner.
A moment later, Yuan Mengyao suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on a spot, and pointed: "Over there, under the cabin!"
The two hurried over and saw a dimly lit spirit crystal device covered with runes, its energy about to run out.
Xu Xiaoxiao squatted down, examined it carefully, her brows furrowed, and muttered to herself, "We need to replace it with new spirit crystals, but do we have enough?"
Yuan Mengyao also looked troubled, biting her lower lip. Then her eyes became resolute. She untied the storage bag at her waist, poured out the few spare spirit crystals she had, and handed them to Xu Xiaoxiao: "Try these first, they should last for a while."
Xu Xiaoxiao took it, took a deep breath, and carefully embedded the spirit crystal into the device with both hands. With a few soft "clicks", the device shone brightly, and the Ark began to vibrate again, its power restored.
Xu Xiaoxiao clapped her hands and cheered, "Great, Senior Sister!"
Yuan Mengyao looked at her, a smile playing on her lips, and gently patted her head: "Thanks to your careful observation, let's go out and tell them quickly."
The two stepped out of the cabin. The wind was still howling outside, and sunlight struggled to pierce through the gaps in the clouds.
Xu Xiaoxiao stood on the deck, waving her hands toward her own airship and shouting, "Senior Brother Yang, the engine is fixed!"
The sound was crisp and clear, penetrating the wind and carrying far away.
Everyone was pleased to see their ark functioning normally. A handsome man in a blue robe stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your help, ladies."
Xu Xiaoxiao stepped forward and said, "You're welcome. It's only right that I help you when you're in danger. It's just that my senior sister used up five spirit crystals while repairing the power source of your flying boat. These were hard-earned by my senior sister, so you can just return them to her."
The man in the blue robe, pale-faced, said with difficulty, "To be honest, ladies, due to the sect's resource shortage, the sect has contributed its only flying vehicle in the hope that we disciples can find an opportunity to extricate the sect from its predicament..."
After hearing this, Yuan Mengyao and Xu Xiaoxiao saw that the five people's clothes were all washed white, and Fang Zhou's clothes were also very old and patched up everywhere. They couldn't bear to ask them to pay back the money.
Yuan Mengyao cleared her throat. "You don't need to return the spirit crystals. Your flying boat won't last much longer, so you should find a safe place to dock as soon as possible."
"Thank you for reminding me, young lady. I can't repay you with the spirit crystals right now, but I'll give you an IOU first." After the man in the blue robe finished speaking, a bamboo slip appeared in his hand, which read: "Luo Shuwen of the Tianyu Sect owes you five spirit crystals, which I will repay in the future."
Yuan Mengyao looked at the IOU and saw how insistent Luo Shuwen was, so she accepted it, thinking it was a good deed and not expecting him to actually pay it back.
Luo Shuwen watched their ark sail away before realizing he hadn't asked the girl's name. He didn't know when he'd meet her again. He needed to make money quickly and find a safe place to dock with his fellow disciples, otherwise he wouldn't be so lucky if he encountered something like what happened again.