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Published: August 10, 2026
"Whoosh~"
The enormous flying ship soared through the sky, letting out bursts of fierce wind-cutting sounds.
In the distance, the Yuan Yang Sect mountain gate gradually came into view, becoming clearer and clearer in his sight.
"At last... at last, I'm back at the sect."
Inside the cabin, Jiang Yifei looked through the window at the familiar scene of the mountain gate.
He could not help straightening his body. Relief at surviving a calamity rose in his heart, along with the excitement and unease of a traveler returning home.
After barely calming his thoughts, his longing for his junior sister, Xia Yue Ling, surged up uncontrollably. He wished he could see her immediately.
Being involved in the war between humans and demons was truly a matter of life and death for a qi refinement junior cultivator like Jiang Yifei.
Compared with his meager strength, surviving depended more on luck, because with a casual swipe of its claws, any high-level demonic beast could crush a great many qi refinement cultivators to death.
"Compared with the other senior brothers and junior brothers, I'm already quite lucky. At least I made it back alive, and I've also exchanged for a foundation establishment pill."
In his sight, the majestic Heavenly Peak grew increasingly clear, and Jiang Yifei also felt a homesick wanderer's emotion.
Even though he had successfully defended Tianyi District City, he had still encountered several crises, let alone the time when the Black Wind Ridge Defensive Line collapsed.
If not for the sect elders' rescue, he would already have been left dead outside Black Wind Ridge.
"In troubled times, only by gathering under the sect's banner can one best preserve one's life."
"Compared with loose cultivators drifting about like roots without water, as a cultivator of the sect, I can at least rely on the protection of my sect."
Thinking of Shishu Ma's repeated rescues, a warmth could not help rising in Jiang Yifei's heart.
In this war, he had truly experienced the care of his elders and the protection of the sect.
Although he had repeatedly been in mortal danger, thanks to the sect backing him up, he had ultimately turned danger into safety each time.
Now that the mission was complete, he would not need to go to the front line for a long time.
His spiritual root aptitude was not bad, and he had a foundation establishment pill in hand. He had also raised his cultivation to the peak of qi refinement. No matter how one looked at it, this was a time when misfortune had given way to good fortune.
"I wonder if there will ever come a day when I can become a true disciple like Shishu Ma..."
By the window, the white-robed youth's eyes shone brightly as he recalled the elegance of his Shishu, admiration filling his heart.
Within Yuan Yang Sect, outer sect disciples were dispensable, while inner sect disciples were the true entry into the halls of cultivation.
Foundation establishment stewards were the backbone, and could perhaps hold a small amount of authority.
As for true disciples, they were "quasi-high-ranking members," second only to the Golden Core Elders. They received the sect's focused nurturing and were usually not assigned dangerous missions.
Even if they were forced to carry out a dangerous mission, the sect would also bestow some hidden trump cards, greatly improving their safety.
The previous war at the front line had greatly broadened Jiang Yifei's horizons, allowing this originally ordinary inner sect disciple to develop even greater ambition.
"Boom rumble~"
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, the enormous flying ship slowly descended onto the spacious True Sun Dojo.
"Dong dong~"
"Ding ding~"
Various musical instruments clashed together, playing joyful and moving melodies to welcome the heroes returning victorious.
"Tap tap."
As soon as the flying ship landed steadily, disciples rushed out impatiently, eager to see the relatives, fellow disciples, and friends they had missed so much.
For a time, the dojo was filled with moving figures and somewhat chaotic.