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Chapter 211: Used as Trading Goods and Imprisoned
On the Xuan Tian Continent, in the square in front of the Xuan Tian Tower of the Xuan Tian Sect, Nan Tian watched Luo Yifei and Qi Yuan disappear on the teleportation altar and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Nan Tian waved goodbye to Shen Lixi, who was staying behind at Xuan Tian Sect, and then followed Lin Feifan's footsteps to board the Purple Cloud Flying Boat.
Besides Nan Tian and Lin Feifan, the flying boat also carried Elder Ziyun and three inner disciples of the Xuantian Sect, two women and one man.
The flying boat has four rooms. Elder Ziyun and two female disciples each occupy one room, while Nantian and Lin Feifan share one room with male disciples of the Xuantian Sect.
After they introduced themselves, they learned that the male disciple's name was Zhao Yu. He was tall and strong, with a resolute face, giving people a steady and reliable impression.
"Senior Brother Zhao, I heard that most of Elder Ziyun's disciples are female, and you are the only male disciple." Lin Feifan couldn't help but ask curiously.
After hearing this, Zhao Yu smiled sheepishly and scratched his head: "Yes, there are indeed more female disciples in the sect. When I became an apprentice five years ago, I originally wanted to choose Elder Qingsong, but the number of new male disciples that year was already full, and Elder Qingsong could not accept any more disciples. Coincidentally, Elder Ziyun's side did not have enough female disciples, so I became Elder Ziyun's disciple."
"Not enough people? Is it because there are too few new female disciples?" Lin Feifan continued to ask.
"That's not the case. That year, Senior Sister Su An had just joined the sect and was chosen by the sect leader as his last disciple. Elder Ziyun originally had several female disciples, but they were all expelled from the sect by Elder Ziyun, either due to poor aptitude or other reasons. Therefore, the number of female disciples under Elder Ziyun has always been small. Elder Ziyun had already chosen Senior Sister Su An. However, the sect leader personally requested to take Senior Sister Su An as his last disciple, so Elder Ziyun naturally could not compete with the sect leader, which led to the shortage of female disciples under his sect. As for me, it was by chance that I was able to join the sect."
Speaking of Senior Sister Su An, a hint of awe flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes. He continued, "Senior Sister Su An is exceptionally talented and cultivates at an astonishing speed. In just a few short years since she entered the sect, she has already become one of the best in the sect. Not only is she powerful, but she is also resolute and decisive, serving as a role model for many disciples in the sect."
The flying boat slowly ascended, heading towards the vast world outside the Xuan Tian Sect. Standing on the deck of the flying boat, Nan Tian watched the Xuan Tian Sect gradually shrink, a surge of pride welling up in his heart. He knew that this experience would be a crucial step in his cultivation journey.
Lin Feifan seemed quite excited, pulling Zhao Yu aside to ask all sorts of questions, filled with curiosity about everything under Elder Ziyun's tutelage. Zhao Yu patiently answered all his questions, and the two quickly became acquainted.
Elder Ziyun sat in her room, eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to everything happening on the flying boat. However, the occasional glint of light in her tightly closed eyes revealed the importance she placed on this experience.
The flying boat sped through the air, quickly leaving the territory of the Xuantian Sect. Nantian gazed at the endless mountain range below, no one knowing what he was thinking.
The flight went smoothly for nine days. On the tenth day, Nantian woke up early and planned to go to the deck for some fresh air, as he had done in the previous days. However, he found that the door to his cabin was protected by a magic barrier and could not be opened.
Nan Tian woke up Lin Feifan and Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu tried to contact Elder Ziyun using a communication talisman, but found that the talisman could not fly out of the room.
"There's something strange about this room. Look, aren't the walls around us contracting and moving in the middle?" Lin Feifan reminded Nan Tian and Zhao Yu.
The three observed carefully and indeed found that the four walls of the room seemed to be slowly moving towards the center, and the space was gradually shrinking.
Nan Tian's expression was solemn. He walked to the door and tried to break through the restriction with his spiritual power, but found that the restriction was extremely solid and he could not budge it even slightly with his cultivation level.
“I suddenly remembered that Master’s flying boat only has three rooms. The fourth room was where prisoners were held before,” Zhao Yu said to Nan Tian and Lin Feifan.
Nan Tian was about to respond when he seemed to inhale some unknown mist, making his head spin and his vision blur.
The other two were in the same situation.
The three tried to stay awake, but the fog seemed to have a hallucinogenic effect, slowing their thinking and making their bodies weak and powerless.
Despite his discomfort, Nan Tian tried again to break through the barrier, but to no avail.
Moments later, all three of them collapsed unconscious.
The flying boat carried the group to Wuji Island.
Elder Ziyun and two female disciples disembarked from the flying boat, while Nantian and the other two had already been captured in a cage-like magical artifact called the "Mechanical Lock".
A middle-aged man dressed in black had been waiting there for quite some time.
“Fairy Ziyun is still as young and beautiful as she was ten thousand years ago, unlike this old man of mine, who already has one foot in the grave,” the middle-aged man in black said.
Elder Ziyun smiled lightly, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing in his eyes: "Ancestor Wanmo flatters me. Time waits for no one, and we are all slowly growing old. However, more than appearances, I am concerned about the smooth progress of this transaction."
The Demon Ancestor laughed heartily and took out a wooden box: "One hand for the person, the other for the goods."
Elder Ziyun nodded and threw the prisoner artifact towards the Demon Ancestor.
The Demon Ancestor took the cage artifact, opened it, and confirmed that Nan Tian and the other two were unconscious inside. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. With a gentle wave of his hand, the wooden box opened automatically, revealing a mysterious crystal inside that shimmered with a ghostly light.
Upon seeing this, Elder Ziyun's eyes flashed with greed, but she quickly regained her composure. She reached out and took the crystal, carefully examined it, and after confirming that it was correct, slowly said, "The deal is done, Ancestor Wanmo. I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future."
The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons laughed heartily, seemingly very satisfied with the transaction: "Fairy Ziyun, rest assured, whenever you need me, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, is always ready to serve you."
After saying this, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons turned and left, quickly disappearing into the vast sea of people on Wuji Island.
Elder Ziyun watched the departing figure of the Demon Ancestor, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. She took a deep breath, put away the crystal, and turned to her two female disciples, saying, "Let's go. Let's go into the city and take a look."
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When Nantian opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark dungeon, surrounded by a damp and musty smell.
"You're awake?" someone in the nearby cell asked in a slightly hoarse voice.
Nan Tian turned his head and looked toward the source of the voice. To his surprise, he found it was Dugu Xin. He said incredulously, "Dugu Xin, how could it be you?"
Then, his gaze fell on Chu Ji and He Shihui lying to the side, his heart filled with doubt and shock.
"Odd changes, even remains the same." Chu Ji, lying to the side, seemed to be in a half-dream state, mumbling incoherently.
"The sign indicates the quadrant." Nan Tian replied casually after hearing Chu Ji's words, as if there was some tacit understanding between them.
Chu Ji suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze following the source of the voice to Nan Tian. He continued, "Imperial Jade Liquor."
"One hundred and eighty per cup." After hearing Chu Ji's words, Nan Tian slowly walked to the fence and looked at Chu Ji with a firm gaze, as if silently conveying some kind of message.