Upon hearing Feng Jun’s answer, the True Sage Fisher nodded and asked again, "Are you willing to do it?"

This time, Feng Jun did not hesitate at all, and nodded simply, "Perhaps my abilities are limited, but I will not be ashamed of my heart."

"Alright," the True Sage Fisher did not say anything further, raised his hand and lifted him up, and the two vanished instantly before the crowd.

After a while, Elder Cang Jing sighed lightly, "This guy has an unusual affection for mortals, isn’t he afraid it will affect his path?"

"To have emotions is also a form of cultivation," this time, Elder Qinghuang spoke up in defense, which surprised those who knew him; they found it hard to believe that such a statement could come from him, "The end of emotionlessness is also emotion."

Feng Jun was being carried by the True Sage Fisher, but he felt little fear in his heart; instead, he quietly sensed his surroundings.

This was a very peculiar feeling; he seemed to be moving through space, yet there was a layer of indescribable membrane separating him from reality. Those things clearly visible to him, yet he couldn’t touch them.

Ahead was clearly a group of insect creatures—apparently responsible for logistics—but the Sage Fisher took him through them as if the group was just an illusion, though simultaneously he felt he was a mirage too.

Suddenly, he gained insight and drooped his eyelids, with Divine Sense carefully sensing the space he was in.

Indeed, he was fearless! The True Sage Fisher sensed his state, and couldn’t help but secretly marvel, carrying him and still daring to carefully experience his aura and Dao Rhyme; among all the Golden Cores he had seen, this one was the most outstanding.

Of course, he wouldn’t resent this; cultivators respect the strong, although the little guy isn’t strong, his background is powerful. At the very least, a great power is willing to give a hint of Spiritual Energy to the Small Golden Core, which says a lot.

He carried Feng Jun to a certain position and stopped, wanting to see when the little one would stop contemplating.

Feng Jun’s reaction exceeded his expectations; after a few breaths, he stopped contemplating, but did not immediately open his eyes, swiftly running two cycles of energy before slowly opening them.

His eyes revealed obvious curiosity, roughly meaning: Here?

The intent of the True Sage Fisher came over, "It’s clearer here; look around at the sandworms, spiders, and centipedes... which one do you think you’re better at dealing with?"

The spiders and centipedes had gathered over a dozen Golden Cores around each and were moving slowly in the starry sky, occasionally directing their attention to the human warship, launching two long-range strikes, leisurely as if on holiday.

The sandworms, however, recklessly shuttled back and forth, sometimes stopping, often indiscriminately colliding with weaker insect creatures, not considering its destructive power, acting like it was daft.

The True Sage Fisher believed that if Feng Jun was wise enough, he should choose the sandworm—there’s no tail on the side.

Feng Jun thought for a while and answered, "If I can get infinitely close, I choose the Flying Centipede!"

Of course, the Sage would not oppose his choice; in fact, choosing the Flying Centipede would make dealing with those Nascent Souls easier, but he still curiously asked, "Why the centipede?"

Feng Jun hesitated before responding apologetically, "The Flying Centipede... tastes better."

Damn! Although the Fisher was a True Sage, he couldn’t help but have the urge to roll his eyes, "I must emphasize once again, after I put you down, I can’t be responsible for your safety in the short term; are you still certain you want the centipede?"

"I’m certain," Feng Jun answered without hesitation, "Before you let me go, safety is your responsibility; after releasing your hold, it’s unrelated to you!"

So determined, the Fisher naturally wouldn’t procrastinate—the elders recommended him for a reason.

The True Sage Fisher reached the side of the Flying Centipede and he tossed Feng Jun outward, swiftly leaving the area, without paying any attention.

For him, time is precious; he must in the blink of an eye first subdue the spider and its Golden Core minions, and then suppress the sandworm.

The most troublesome part is that the three pretended to quarrel, keeping a distance that’s neither close nor far—in order to facilitate mutual support.

Previously when dealing with the caregivers, the Fisher simultaneously subdued two Nascent Souls and several Golden Cores, but now with this distance, he couldn’t do it, having to choose sequential action while trying to minimize the gap.

Even as he adeptly handled the changes between virtual and real, achieving this wasn’t easy, requiring full concentration, leaving no attention to spare for Feng Jun—a slight diversion could lead to exposure.

Then, since he was chosen, believe in him!

The True Sage’s strike was indeed swift; the Fisher in an instant bound the Nascent Soul spider along with its minions, casually put them away, then with another virtual and real change, arrived beside the sandworm.

In fact, the sequence of actions he chose was very correct; the result of discussions among the three Nascent Soul bug races was to have the sandworm act as bait—this brute being coarse and thick-skinned, not to mention very powerful.

The sandworm also considers itself up to the task, unhesitatingly accepting the mission: you all are trash, watch me!

The reason the sandworm had no minions around it was to encourage attackers to strike.

If someone wanted to attack spiders or centipedes, they would first have to breach the defense of the Golden Core minions around them, and the insect race understands the power of human warships quite well, and does not consider this an easy task to complete.

So the spider and the centipede have been stealthily observing the sandworm, ready to provide support at any time.

After boasting, the sandworm was naturally a bit anxious, even if it didn’t regret it. So while it was also observing those two Nascent Souls, it was mostly focused on being vigilant of its surroundings.

For this reason, when the spider was ambushed, the sandworm didn’t react immediately.

Missing the first moment means there’s no second moment in battle; the True Sage acts without giving the opponent more opportunities.

Fishing Wise Sage capturing the sandworm was also a matter of moments. The shadow flickered and disappeared again.

There were no Insect Races around the sandworm, but some from afar were paying attention to it—they were avoiding it because it was too aggressive.

However, they didn’t dare to stare directly, as that would be seen as provocation to the superior Insect Race, so they could only glance sideways.

In this situation, Fishing Wise Sage flashed by like a phantom, capturing the sandworm, and most of the Insect Race didn’t even know what happened.

But some Insect Race shouted, "The sandworm, the Sandworm King has disappeared!"

At this moment, voices shouted from afar, "The Spider King, the Spider King has also disappeared, and many more are missing!"

Fishing Wise Sage had already left, but amidst reality and illusion, he felt the consciousness of the Insect Race, and blinked his eyes, "Did I... forget something?"

He then turned his head towards where the centipede was, only to find it had disappeared, but the many Golden Core Insect Race around it were still oblivious!

After two more breaths, a desperate shout came, "The Centipede King... The Centipede King is gone too."

Fishing Wise Sage couldn’t help but shake his head, "Indeed, such an impressive young man, could it be... Weimian’s Force?"

But thinking too much about this is useless. His body flickered as he retreated a million miles away.

This time he made only two moves, but it was much more difficult than stealthily ambushing Golden Core and Nascent Soul level opponents. Although he still had plenty of spiritual energy in his body, it was appropriate to replenish it in time.

Seven or eight minutes later, he arrived at where people gathered, and immediately saw Feng Jun.

Even though he knew Feng Jun’s teleportation skills were strong, he still couldn’t help but ask, "You’re... back already?"

Feng Jun nodded with a smile, "I’m back."

This is even faster than me, Fishing Wise Sage felt a bit sour, "What about the centipede?"

"Killed it," Feng Jun replied with ease, then raised his hand with a bow, "Glad to have not disgraced my mission."

I wanted to ask how you killed it! Fishing Wise Sage’s eyes turned, "Did you just say the centipede’s meat is delicious?"

"Yes, and it’s a Nascent Soul," Feng Jun answered with a smile, "It fits perfectly for my cultivation of the Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique. I haven’t thanked the True Sage for helping me."

The flesh of the Flying Centipede is truly delicious and quite nourishing, but he didn’t intend to eat it all himself. He was waiting for the Luo’s people and his parents to improve their cultivation level, so they could also taste it.

The reason he said he would use it to cultivate was mainly because he vaguely sensed there might be deeper meaning behind the question, so he used this reason as a shield.

Sure enough, Fishing Wise Sage said again, "Is it that delicious? I haven’t tasted it yet, so how about we split it in half."

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile, "Senior, this is my spoils of war, and I’ve already planned out how to use it."

"That doesn’t make sense," Fishing Wise Sage said earnestly, "True, you killed the centipede, but I’m the one who brought you there, so I also contributed. Isn’t that right?"

Onlookers saw the True Sage arguing with a small Golden Core and, ignoring the battle, watched their debate with great interest.

Feng Jun increasingly felt that Fishing Wise Sage indeed had a purpose, and he could only brace himself to respond, "Everything the True Sage says is correct, but as for that centipede, I’ve already left it with the Sect. How about... next time?"

Fishing Wise Sage laughed, "You’re just fooling me. With your ability, it’s a breeze to go back and get it, isn’t it?"

Seeing him say this, Feng Jun could only give a wry smile, "To tell the truth, the centipede was killed by my Sect Elders. I don’t want to expose the roots of the Elders, so... I ask for your understanding."

The root of the Elders is nonsense. He’s worried the other might notice traces of Weimian’s Force. Although many of his secrets have gradually been exposed, it’s still worth the effort to keep what’s left hidden a bit longer.

Could it not be Weimian’s Force? Fishing Wise Sage was genuinely puzzled, "Your Sect Elders killed it?"

I knew you had an agenda! Feng Jun nodded with a serious face, "Yes, I directly teleported it to the Elders, so it’s no longer my concern."