"Alright." Chu Feng didn't delay either. He took out the flying insects he needed and placed them inside his own array formation.
Once the flying insects reached that specific number, their bodies began to emit a dazzling light, and their transformation was quite apparent.
They were still alive, still flying, but anyone with a keen eye could tell that they had become a living compass.
"It worked, Brother Chu Feng, it worked! You're amazing! Heavens, how did you figure out that these flying insects could become the key to the Burial Spirit Pool once they reached a certain number?"
At that moment, those who had been following Chu Feng all this time were thrilled beyond belief. They felt this was nothing short of a miracle.
It was no wonder they reacted this way—they had no idea that the clue Chu Feng had obtained was actually related to the purple tree. Then again, even if they had gotten the same clue, they probably never would have figured out that the flying insects were the key to the Burial Spirit Pool.
"Young Master Chu Feng, could you let me take a look?" Xia Yun'er said.
"Sure."
Chu Feng didn't think twice and handed the array formation containing the flying insects to Xia Yun'er.
After receiving the array, Xia Yun'er began examining it carefully.
"Young Master Chu Feng is truly impressive." At that moment, a brilliant smile spread across Xia Yun'er's face.
Her smile was already captivating, and such a radiant one at that sent the men present into a daze, their souls thoroughly enchanted.
Li Xiang in particular—his cultivation had been crippled and he'd been in a foul mood, but upon seeing Xia Yun'er's smile, it was as though he'd completely forgotten about his ruined cultivation. He looked positively blissful.
But Chu Feng noticed that this smile of Xia Yun'er's didn't seem to be out of happiness for him, nor for anyone present. It looked more like she was happy for herself.
That's right. Although Xia Yun'er's smile was radiant and enchanting, Chu Feng could tell it was the smile of a selfish person.
"Young Master Chu Feng, give these flying insects to me. If you do, the debt between us will be settled."
Sure enough, Xia Yun'er spoke up.
But Chu Feng hadn't expected her to use the remaining half of the favor he owed her as leverage.
This was something Chu Feng couldn't quite understand. Even without this request, he had been planning to bring her into the Burial Spirit Pool anyway.
So he felt her demand was completely unnecessary.
It wasn't just Chu Feng who was confused—everyone else was equally puzzled. They didn't know what debt existed between Chu Feng and Xia Yun'er; they simply couldn't understand why she insisted on possessing these flying insects.
"Miss Xia, why do you insist on having these flying insects?" Chu Feng asked.
"Does Young Master Chu Feng not know that the power of each eruption of the Burial Spirit Pool grows weaker with every cycle?" Xia Yun'er asked.
"I've heard as much," Chu Feng replied.
"Then has Young Master Chu Feng also heard that the fewer people enter the Burial Spirit Pool, the greater the enlightenment they can gain?" Xia Yun'er said with a smile.
"This is the first I've heard of it."
Chu Feng was surprised, and so were the others. It seemed he wasn't the only one who hadn't heard of this—none of them had.
"That is a fact. So I believe there are too many people here today," Xia Yun'er said.
"Miss Xia, what exactly are you implying?"
"Could it be that you want to enter the Burial Spirit Pool only with your people from the Starfall Holy Land? You want to leave us behind?" At that moment, a disciple from the Immortal Weapon Manor spoke up.
They were panicking, afraid that Xia Yun'er wouldn't take them along.
After all, they had already caught sight of an opportunity to enter the Burial Spirit Pool. To miss out on it now would be far too great a loss, and no one wanted to let it slip away.