Cynthia Parker may have obtained the treasure, but she could only keep it and look at it, unable to use it. Now that these two flying swords had fallen into Brian White's hands, Brian White pondered for a long time and realized that, just like Cynthia Parker, he could only look at the two swords and dared not break their seals. He did not possess John Brooks's magical power, so he couldn't even reforge them if he wanted to. As for the original sword techniques of these two flying swords, Brian White had nowhere to even begin; since Cynthia Parker hadn't obtained them, how could he possibly find them?

Brian White was delighted for quite a while, only to realize it was all for nothing, and immediately felt even more resentment toward Cynthia Parker and William Parker, those two wretches. He stuffed everything into Cynthia Parker's magic pouch, thought for a moment, searched through David Stone's memories for the geography of Huaxu Kingdom, decided on a destination, and then left the village where he had spent the night, striding southeast with confidence.

Brian White had walked for less than half a day when he suddenly saw a streak of black energy flying through the sky. He recognized it as the yin spirit of William Parker and was secretly alarmed. Just as he was about to send out his sword light to confront it, another sword light, like a silver ribbon, swept across the sky like a rainbow. This sword light was incomparably sharp; after battling William Parker's yin spirit for only half a stick of incense, it circled in the air, entangled the black fiend sword, and slew William Parker's yin spirit. Brian White watched, utterly captivated, silently cheering.

After slaying William Parker, the sword light collected the black fiend sword that William Parker had wielded, circled once in the sky, then swooped back and landed gracefully not far from Brian White. As the sword light faded, a handsome youth in green robes appeared. Upon seeing Brian White, he called out, "So it's you, Sixteenth Junior Brother! What are you doing wandering around here? I happened to be chasing a thief who stole pills from Jietian Peak and ran into you. Hurry and come back with me to Jietian Peak—there are some matters on the mountain lately, and it's not safe to wander about."

"Alas! How did I get caught so easily..."

This youth in green was called Samuel Smith, nicknamed Nancy Parker, and ranked ninth among the twenty-four direct disciples of Mr. RedfordJohn Brooks.

David Stone was not well regarded in the Chicheng Immortal Sect, but Nancy ParkerSamuel Smith was one of John Brooks’s favorite disciples. He had only been a disciple for thirty-nine years but had already cultivated true qi, able to ride his sword through the skies, his skills far surpassing David Stone by a hundredfold.

Although Brian White wanted not to return, he lacked both the excuses and the resolve to resist. Samuel Smith gave him no chance to argue, simply reached out, tucked Brian White under his arm, and with a light shout, floated up into the air.

Brian White had flown in Shu Mountain 2 as well, and his skills were quite good, but no matter how realistic the game, it couldn't compare to truly soaring through the sky. Watching the houses and trees below grow smaller and smaller, the once towering peaks now beneath his feet, surrounded by swirling clouds and fierce winds, the sensation was indescribable. This feeling was both novel and exhilarating for Brian White, and even stirred a longing within him.

"When I too have cultivated true qi, I want to soar through the sky like this. Compared to flying in a game, this real freedom to traverse the heavens and earth is so much more liberating." For a moment, Brian White forgot all his other worries, even forgetting that he was actually a transmigrator, greedily taking in the scenery below, his heart swelling with heroic ambition.

Samuel Smith noticed Brian White's reaction and found it a bit odd, thinking to himself, "Why does Sixteenth Junior Brother seem so much more at ease, not as timid as before? When we used to take him flying, though he was brave as a martial artist and didn't tremble, he was always stiff and tense, not as relaxed as today." Although Samuel Smith was clever, he didn't think much more of it. His own cultivation was only at the initial stage of true qi, and he couldn't afford to be distracted while flying, especially when carrying someone. So, after a brief moment of curiosity, he focused all his attention on channeling his qi and guiding the sword light. Half an hour later, the sword light finally faded, and they landed atop a high peak.

Jietian Peak, where Mr. RedfordJohn Brooks resided, was the highest of the thirty-six peaks of Chicheng, rising above the clouds, even taller than Tongtian Peak by a margin. From Jietian Peak, the other thirty-five peaks were all beneath one's gaze. Even an ordinary person standing at such a height would feel as if the world lay at their feet, evoking a sense of detachment from the mortal realm.

As soon as Brian White set foot on the ground, he couldn't help but look around, secretly thinking, "I hope I don't run into my so-called master. If my true identity is discovered, I'll be in real trouble." While Brian White was racking his brains, considering various strategies to deal with any changes, Samuel Smith led "段珪" straight to the Chicheng Immortal Sect's headquarters, Wuxin Temple.

Mr. RedfordJohn Brooks, using immense magical power, had built a Daoist temple atop Jietian Peak, with seven or eight courtyards and dozens of rooms. The twenty-four disciples of the Chicheng Immortal Sect all lived here, each with their own residence.