Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

Ya Jun had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next moment, Winters opened his mouth and said:

"Lord Crow, would you be my benefactor, and be converted by me?"

Upon hearing this, Lord Crow was greatly alarmed.

It quickly flapped its wings and flew backward, only turning back with a wary look after reaching a safe distance.

"Skinfish! After all this time, you've still entered the Buddhist order, and now you want to persuade me to be your mount?"

I'm telling you, no way! I'd rather die than become a mount!

The crow had a "I knew it" look on its face, shaking its head like a rattle drum, its face full of resistance.

Winters said helplessly:

"I have no connection with that Buddhist sect."

Don't worry, I won't exploit you. I've founded a sect called the Great Love Dragon Sect.

"If you become my disciple and contribute to my good fortune, you will surely benefit and have a bright future."

But to the crow king, these words were nothing short of a string of lies, a ploy to trick the monster into becoming a water ghost.

Buddhism has an extremely poor reputation in the spiritual community and is notorious.

Lord Crow didn't believe it at all, thinking it was just a scam.

  

"I won't do it! I won't do it!"

Lord Crow repeatedly refused, appearing completely unyielding:

"No matter what, I'll just be a mount. I, Lord Raven, am used to being carefree. I'd rather die than be a mount!"

Even if you save me, I'll give you my life! A life for a life!

For us winged people, freedom is the most, most, most important thing!

In the end, it was as if they were willing to die for freedom.

Seeing this, Winters did not press the matter.

If it were any other demon, he certainly wouldn't bother with this effort; he would simply convert it by force.

But Lord Crow was, after all, the first intelligent monster he had ever encountered in this world.

He really couldn't bring himself to do it.

It seems Winters is too kind!

Where does Futian come from?

As Winters was pondering this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the golden eagle below the cliff. Its wings were twitching.

Winters' eyes lit up.

Have it.

A dead golden eagle can be a living field of blessings!

He ignored the crow king, flapped his dragon wings, and landed directly next to the golden eagle.

But this golden eagle was indeed at its last gasp; the twitching of its wings just now was merely its final struggle before death, and it would soon perish.

Seeing this, Winters quickly took action, while it was still hot.

Having gained experience in converting gnolls and kobolds before, this time converting them was a breeze for him. With the Pleiades magic surging within him, he raised his claws and grabbed the golden eagle's chest.

He poured the overwhelming Pleiades magic into the golden eagle's body, letting it circulate throughout its entire form.

The whole process was smooth and quick, and was completed in less than half a moment.

The crow watching from the side was terrified. As it looked at the clusters of golden light that were emerging, its feathers almost stood on end.

The Buddhist method of salvation!

This skink is indeed a Buddhist!

No, it's a Buddhist mount!

As the golden light faded, the golden eagle's previously unfocused eyes regained their clarity, and it looked up at Winters in front of it.

Now, the ferocity and hatred in its eyes have long since disappeared, leaving only obedience and awe.

The golden eagle struggled to raise its head and let out a low cry.

It seemed to be recognizing its owner.

Winters sensed the size of the Golden Land in the Western Fantasy World by following the energy channels.

huge!

After seven months of expansion, the golden land of the Western Fantasy World has become extremely vast and can accommodate many Futians.

However, due to his own cultivation level of the fourth level of embryonic breathing, he can currently only support a maximum of five.

"But he's still dying."

Transformation can only subdue living beings, but cannot heal their injuries.

Or rather, Winters is temporarily unable to heal the wounds of the creatures.

The golden eagle took a solid elbow strike from him, its breastbone shattered and its internal organs severely damaged. Now that it's in Futian, it probably won't live much longer.

Although Winters could transfer his cultivation to the golden eagle, he could not transfer its injuries.

At least the current Jindi Futian law cannot do that.

After a moment's consideration, Winters ultimately couldn't bear to see his newly acquired tool die like that.

A pang of pain shot through his heart, and he sighed:

"You golden eagle, you haven't even paid my taxes yet, and you've already made me lose money."

Winters opened his mouth and spat out a bright green leaf, the very same Emerald Leaf given to him by the wise tree.

"The Wood Virtue Qi-Nourishing Treasure..."

The crow sensed the presence and involuntarily cried out.

Winters first held the whole leaf, then, feeling a little sorry for it, tore off a corner of the emerald leaf and carefully fed it to the golden eagle.

The emerald leaves melted in the mouth, transforming into a warm, vital energy that flowed down the golden eagle's throat and into its internal organs.

Visibly, the golden eagle's originally weak breathing gradually stabilized, and its pale wounds began to scab over and heal.

Although still seriously injured, the golden eagle has been pulled back from the brink of death.

After a few more moments, the golden eagle flapped its wings a few times and managed to stand up, barely able to support itself on the ground. Although weak, it was already able to fly short distances.

Winters was satisfied; as long as he could fly, there was no need to fully recover from his injuries.

Winters then swallowed the remaining emerald leaves and stored them in his large stomach.

Winters then turned to look at Raven:

"Are you going to Sichuan to seek refuge with your friend? Are there any markets for demons there?"

"Yes, of course."

Crow King nodded: "There are three or four small demon workshops near my friend's place, as well as a large market where humans and demons mix. It's very lively."

"That's good."

Winters pointed to the golden eagle beside him and said:

"From today onwards, it will follow you. Take it to the main street of Sichuan, where there is a mix of transvestites and ladyboys."

Winterston paused, then added, "How about this be payment for saving your life today?"

Lord Crow remained silent for a moment, then finally spoke:

"It's a small matter, I just did it while I was at it."

"I will certainly repay your life-saving grace. If you need anything, Skink, just ask, and I, Crow King, will never refuse."

When he said this, Crow King was extremely serious, his eyes burning with intensity.

Winters was somewhat surprised; he truly hadn't expected that Lord Raven would have such loyalty.

"Haha, okay."

Winters laughed.

Everything was arranged, and Winters did not linger any longer.

The longer we stay here, the greater the risk of being detected by the Yin.

Run away!

Find a safe place to cross back into the territory.

Winters flapped his wings and soared into the sky.

Crimson gold dragon wings swept across the sky, their sound carried on the wind:

"Uncle Raven, until we meet again."

The crow king assumed he was going to serve his Buddhist master and nodded his head in greeting.

Now only Crow and the Golden Eagle remain on the field.

The crow turned its head and met the golden eagle's submissive gaze.

"Hmm...we'll fly west."

"The Crow King said to the Golden Eagle."

…………

Hunan, on the shore of Dongting Lake.

A Taoist priest in plain clothes stood by the lake, his hands behind his back, gazing silently at the shimmering waves, neither speaking nor thinking.

A young man in white stood quietly beside him, attending to him.

If you look closely, you'll notice that the Taoist in plain clothes and the young man in white have a certain resemblance in their features.

After a long silence, the young man in white couldn't help but ask:

"Master, why are we lingering here? Didn't Fairy Yuyao order us to investigate the appearance of the Pleiades?"

That Taoist in plain clothes was actually a real person!

The True Man is a powerful figure at the Purple Mansion Realm!

A person who can destroy the world and move mountains and fill seas with a single technique or method.

The Taoist priest in plain clothes turned to look at the boy after hearing his words and said in a gentle tone:

When no one is around, you can simply call him "father".

As for why we've stopped here, and where we should go next?

It turns out that the Taoist priest in plain clothes and the boy in white are father and son.

The boy fell silent.

Seven months have passed since the search for the Pleiades appeared in the world, which, in the lunar calendar, is equivalent to seven cycles of new moon and new moon.

These immortals who came down from the Moon Palace exhausted all the myriad magical techniques and methods of the Moon Palace, but they couldn't find the slightest clue.

"Seven months before the new moon and the new moon, Fairy Yuyao used the treasure [Wuyi Hucan Liuren Shidu] to divine the place where the [Pleiades] would appear, using [Wuqi].

The divination indicated the location in the Xiangnan mountain range of Hunan, but unfortunately, we were unable to find it.

The Taoist priest in plain clothes sighed, but there was no sign of disappointment on his face.

"Father, why not use the [Wuyi Hucan Liuren Shidu] to cast another divination?"

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest in plain clothes smiled and said:

"Jun'er, such a celestial artifact cannot be used casually. If it is used this time, the next time will be thirty-six years later."

The young man in blue, known as Jun'er, nodded and said no more.

"So Jun'er, since we haven't found it after seven months, let's relax a bit and take our time with the remaining thirty-five years and six months."

The Taoist priest in plain clothes continued to gaze into the distance:

"Why not enjoy the pleasures of life while we can?"

Finally, the Taoist in plain clothes murmured to himself:

"Perhaps the image of the Pleiades has long since disappeared from the human world and vanished into a sun cave that we have never found."