Fang Xing first threw the still-dazed Chu Ci into the carriage before grabbing hold of the four Yin Servants’ storage sacks. The chain on the ground also seemed rather useful, so he snatched that up as well. From there, he unfurled his Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits and prepared to give it a wave before he suddenly recalled something; he quickly flew forward with glistening eyes and landed beside the red-clothed Yin Servant.

　　The Yin Servant hastily raised his sword and pointed it at Fang Xing. “What… what do you intend to do?” he yelled out as his face grew pale. Although he hadn’t died, Fang Xing’s power had still sent him flying—he was extremely terrified right now.

　　From the carriage, Chu Ci also peeked her head out and yelled, “Don’t you kill him, Fang Xiaojiu…”

　　“Hehe….” Fang Xing smirked without paying her any attention. His sword moved in a fluid motion and silver soon flashed across.

　　The red-clothed Yin Servant closed his eyes tight, yet even after despairing for a good long while, death didn’t find him. There was only a cool sensation between his legs.

　　Fang Xing looked between the Yin Servant’s legs to sate his curiosity before letting out a loud laugh. “Haha, so you really don’t have it….” Sending a glare at the Yin Servant, he stowed away his Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits and began cursing out, “I won’t have you feeding my Old Peng for now! Count yourself lucky, damn eunuch!” With that, he turned away and headed back to the carriage. He needed the girl’s help to drive the carriage, so he’d spared these four lives for her sake. Besides, Old Peng did seem to be a bit reluctant to devour these kinds of things.

　　After lying down in the carriage to get comfortable, Fang Xing crossed his legs and ordered, “Go drive the carriage for me, Perky Butt!”

　　“No!” Chu Ci hated him with a passion. Even if their destination was the same, she would only refuse a demand from someone like him.

　　Fang Xing’s eyes widened. He’d already spared the lives of those four eunuchs for her sake, and now this girl was trying to bite him back? “Oh? Do you want me to go and kill those four eunuchs right now then?”

　　“If you dare to kill people for no reason, I will commit suicide! We’ll see how you activate this Purple-Thunder Carriage without me!” Chu Ci angrily replied. From the looks of it, it seemed like she wanted to haggle some conditions with Fang Xing.

　　“You dare threaten me?” Fang Xing suddenly pointed at Chu Ci and blocked off the flow of her meridians, freezing her in place. “Since you don’t understand me when I say it nicely, let me put it in a way you can understand….”

　　“What… what are you going to do?” Chu Ci nervously screamed out.

　　“I’m going to strip you naked….”

　　“Noooo… aghhhhh, bastard….”

　　“Can you drive the carriage?”

　　“… I can….”

　　“Then let’s depart.”

　　“… Release me first, then… return my clothes….”

　　“Here’s your stupid clothes. You really think your little grandpa wants to see?”

　　“… You’re just a bastard. A complete and utter bastard….”

　　“Keep on talking and I’ll strip your under—”

　　The Purple-Thunder Carriage smoothly dashed up into the sky as fast as lightning. As a supreme-quality flying tool, its speed was many times faster than the spirit vessel Fang Xing had taken from the Myriad Beasts Sect, and it was even possible for them to teleport ten thousand miles in an instant every six hours if they used enough Spirit Stones. This was far, far more than something an ordinary spirit vessel could accomplish.

　　Fang Xing also realized just how spacious the interior was. Carved eagle statues and fox fur decorated the area within, and there were also purple desks, jade lanterns, rare wine, spirit pellets, and luxurious amounts of gourmet food, filling Fang Xing with joy. He dropped himself onto the fox fur sheet and grasped a wine-filled jade glass in his left hand with the smoked leg of a seventh-tier wild boar in his right. A gulp of wine, a bite of meat—this was the life!

　　This Purple-Thunder Carriage was a supreme-quality flying tool, so it didn’t actually require Chu Ci to continuously drive it. The spirit vessel was able to drive itself as long as she was within it, but it would stop functioning as soon as there wasn’t anyone without the bloodline of their Chu royal clan inside. This was a spirit tool specially made to protect the royal bloodline of the Chu royalties and wasn’t very practical for anything else.

　　“When are we going to arrive, Perky Butt?” Fang Xing asked Chu Ci who was sulking at the front of the carriage.

　　“I don’t know!”

　　“I’ll beat you up….”

　　“Three days!”

　　“I see. When will that group of old farts get there?”

　　“I don’t know!”

　　“You really want me to beat you up…?”

　　“Ahhh! Don’t come near me!” Chu Ci yelled out, “They can activate their skills to teleport multiple times, so they’d be able to arrive in one day!”

　　Fang Xing rubbed his aching eardrums after Chu Ci’s screech. “Can’t you speak nicer?” he frustratedly asked while sitting back down.

　　“I cannot speak any nicer with you!” Chu Ci shot back in annoyance.

　　Fang Xing sighed. “So your bad temperament is all my fault now, huh….”

　　Chu Ci was left speechless. As the princess of all Chufung, she’d been dignified, polite, and gentle. Let alone the seven countries around Chufung, even the royalty of the other large countries within Jambu—the northern Mo, western Qin, and southern Shang—had sent marriage proposals to her. All of them wished to take her hand in marriage and accept her as the next queen of their country; it was only because of her royal big brother that such things were stalled for now.

　　And yet, even a gentle girl like her couldn’t help but to be upset when it came to Fang Xing. Not only did this bastard not realize he was the cause for her behavior, but he even started to pin the fault on her temperament! Chu Ci decided she would no longer speak to him and simply sat to the side to sulk.

　　Fang Xing didn’t want to bother with her, either. There was plenty of wine and meat, and he needed time to cultivate; who on earth would have any time for such an ill-tempered woman?

　　In the end, it was Chu Ci who broke the silence first and asked, “When did you successfully form the foundation?”

　　Fang Xing rolled his eyes. “What’s that got to do with you?”

　　That single sentence left Chu Ci so upset again she didn’t want to continue further, but after a few moments of silence she spoke up again. “How did you beat back those four Yin Servants?”

　　Fang Xing showed a proud smile. “That’s a skill your little grandpa here has mastered. How was it?”

　　“Pffft, isn’t it just some kind of powerful spirit tool? What are you boasting about some skill?”

　　Although Fang Xing had spoken the truth, Chu Ci had taken his casual demeanor to mean he was lying to her again. She also remembered what her royal big brother and her grand elder had privately discussed about this servant of the Myriad Beasts Sect: this servant must have secretly hid his actual cultivation level and snuck inside the Snowy Mountain to seek a portion of the grand opportunity, but his real cultivation level shouldn’t be very high and he likely had some kind of very powerful spirit tool of some kind, at most.

　　Chu Ci firmly believed the conclusion from her royal big brother and the grand elder. It was hard for her to believe he truly had some kind of skill that could send all four Yin Servants flying, and so she naturally concluded it had been the work of a spirit weapon her royal big brother and grand elder had mentioned. For that reason, all she felt towards him was disdain.

　　“Haha, what does it matter to you what I used? My power is huge; I’ll make sure to get rid of that big brother of yours someday!”

　　Although Fang Xing proudly and clearly stated his aspirations right in front of her, Chu Ci didn’t seem to be worried at all and just rolled her eyes. “Stop dreaming. A single spirit tool is enough to beat my royal big brother? You best look after yourself first! You’ve already formed your foundation; even with such a powerful spirit tool, you still might not have enough power to protect yourself during this grand opportunity!”

　　“Nn? What do you mean?” Fang Xing was surprised. There seemed to be some hidden meaning in her words. Why did it sound like it would be harder for him to defend himself after forming the foundation?

　　Chu Ci believed Fang Xing had only just broken through into Foundation Stage, and she wanted to give this bastard a good fright after being so thoroughly bullied by him. “Don’t you know? Having a high cultivation level isn’t necessarily better in this grand opportunity. There are opportunities and fortunes for those in Spirit Stage, and there are also specific opportunities for those in Foundation Stage. In other words, each cultivator needs an extremely high battle prowess relative to their stage to have a chance to obtain something. If you were still in Spirit Stage, you might have had the battle prowess to fight with others for the Spirit Stage opportunities, but if you broke through just for the sake of it, you won’t have any chance at all amongst the group of Foundation Stage cultivators. No wonder the old Wanluo didn’t take you with him!”

　　“So that’s how it is?” Only now did Fang Xing understand why there were both Foundation Stage elites and Spirit Stage elites within the Snowy Mountain, especially since the most direct method of increasing battle prowess was through increasing cultivation level. With this, however, he finally understood it all. “Then how about Ye Gu’yin and Hou Guimen?” he asked after suddenly remembering them; these two had only just recently broken through into the Foundation Stage inside the Snowy Mountain.

　　Chu Ci looked at Fang Xing with disdain. “How can you compare with them? Sister Ye and Shixiong Hou are both geniuses. They accumulated enough during Spirit Stage, and they should have been able to form at least the pure white foundation. Besides, both of them have their own specialties; they’ll be able to lend a large amount of help once they enter the Realm of the Mysterious Coffin with my big brother, so they’ll be able to obtain the Foundation Stage opportunity together….”

　　“Pffft, genius my *ss. One was stripped naked by me, the other was whacked unconscious….” Fang Xing quietly muttered to himself with derision towards Chu Ci’s words, only to suddenly realize something else. “How do you know this?” Although the old bastard Wanluo hadn’t told him precisely what this “grand opportunity” was, he’d mentioned it was perhaps one of the biggest secrets of the entire realm of cultivators and that even he himself wasn’t very clear on the details. Ordinary disciples would barely know anything at all, and Chu Ci had been completely left behind by the others who didn’t want to take her along; how could she know so much?

　　When Chu Ci saw how curious Fang Xing was, she no longer wanted to reveal any more. She tilted her head and replied, “I don’t want to tell you!”

　　Fang Xing didn’t speak. Instead, he simply stared right at her clothes.

　　Chu Ci shivered from the depths of her heart as she subconsciously moved her arms protectively in front of her chest. “What is it?”

　　“I suddenly think your clothes are rather annoying….”

　　Fearful and angry, Chu Ci yelled back, “Can you not be so shameless? If you touch my clothes again, I’ll fight you with my life!”

　　“Well, this is the most effective method so far.”

　　Chu Ci knew this boy would actually dare to do such things, and so could only truthfully answer, “What’s so strange about me knowing? The news about this grand opportunity was first passed from the Spirit Mountain Temple to all clans and sects. We Chu royal court received the message many years ago, and Grand Elder and Royal Big Brother discussed it without hiding it from me, so I also heard some of it. It’s only natural I’d know a bit….”

　　“Nn?” Fang Xing suddenly became excited when he heard this and looked at Chu Ci menacingly. “Hurry and tell me everything you know!”

　　“I….”

　　“I’ll strip your clothes if you don’t tell me….”

　　Thoroughly enraged by now, Chu Ci actually leapt up at this, only for a loud noise to ring out when she accidentally banged her head on the roof. Her eyes began to water, and one of her hands rose up to rub her head while the other moved down to her waist. “Why are you only bullying me?” she angrily demanded, nearly in tears now. “I’ll warn you now; if you dare touch my clothes again, I will instantly bite my tongue and die. Then you can fly yourself to the Beast Exhaustion Range!”

　　When Fang Xing saw Chu Ci so furious she was on the verge of tears, his pushy attitude actually calmed down a bit. He lowered his head to avert his gaze and muttered, “So it’s my fault you bumped your own head? All you do is commit suicide or fight me with your life; can’t your temperament not be so bad?”

　　“…”