Cannon fodder in a classic cultivation story

10. She Leiju

Once outside, Su Jing noticed that the walls weren't that thick. The wind started to flutter her hair and as Su Jing looked around, she saw only a single path through the rocky terrain, which was slowly going up in serpentines. This city was apparently in a valley.

Yawen stopped beside Su Jing, looking attentively at the sky. " It's very likely that it will rain soon. It's strange for the clouds to reach that far outside the inner area."

Su Jing noticed the clouds, too, and felt an ominous feeling coming from them. The forest was, after all, called Grey Skies Forest, so its main infamous thing was those clouds in the innermost part of the forest, where they hid one of the most diabolical creatures together with its high treasures.

Of course, her tingling sense told her Feng Zhihao had something to do with them moving since any strange change in the sky needed to be related to her somehow. She was after all cultivating super fast so it wasn't that strange for the Heavenly Thunder to strike her.

"That shouldn't be a problem since we will travel eastward, opposite to the wind direction," Qingwu said, looking too at the sky.

Mingmei clicked her fingers, the sword immediately getting on the ground level. She pressed one leg on it, turning her head towards Su Jing as it signalled her to come closer.

Su Jing quickly agreed, going beside Mingmei. Yawen encouraged her with a nod, before going himself too towards Qingwu's sword.

As Su Jing got in front of Mingmei, she couldn't help but feel a sense of intimidation from the woman. Mingmei's expression was tight, and there was a brief flicker of annoyance before she masked it with an impassive face. "Just focus on staying still. If you can't manage that, you might fall."

Su Jing was very well aware of that. "Can I hold onto you, Cultivator Mei? I am afraid I might not be capable of escaping the strong air currents."

More than that, Su Jing felt the need for her hands to have a safe place secure. She couldn't imagine staying only with her legs anchored on a thin sword!

Mingmei did not seem that content with her request but in the end, she agreed, since Qingwu was close, "You'd better not pull too hard on me because you risk making us both slip down. "

Su Jing did not have any motive to be rebellious when her well-being was in Mingmei's hands for the next few minutes. She readily compromised, Su Jing stepping up behind Mingmei on the sword. As soon as her foot touched the blade, warm energy passed through her body, and Su Jing slowly became enveloped in its purplish light. Her weight seemed more secure, and as Su Jing caught on Mingmei's sleeve, the fear that had previously gripped her slowly faded.

Being lifted in the air, Su Jing couldn't help but look around. Yawen didn't look as troubled as her on Qingwu's sword, staying fairly stable at a distance from him, even with his hands holding the cane behind his back. His hat veil was fluttering behind him, showing his pale face.

Yawen, after all, said he took some sword lessons so it was highly probable he already knew how to fly, but right now he wanted to keep his energy for the talisman crafting.

Su Jing turned her head to find Chunwan on the other side, but she already was high above them, needing Su Jing to lean her head on her back to glimpse how her dress was fluttering above the great sword.

"Elder brother!"

Qingwu followed after her with Yawen, and Mingmei did not get left behind as she too went higher in the sky. Su Jing focused on keeping her balance, unconsciously gripping Mingmei's clothes even tighter when she saw how the landscape below began to blur, Yang City shrinking into the distance.