In mid-air.
Several figures flew at lightning speed.
Ji Mo rode on Ya Zi, his hands not honestly touching here and there.
He had to admit, the feel was quite good, very comfortable to knead, and it was accompanied by a faint fragrance that was refreshing and uplifting.
Ya Zi's large cat face was already flushed, its sapphire pupils filled with a hazy glow, and it occasionally let out soft, purring hums from its throat.
"Bastard, stop messing around, that's my waist, my waist. No, don't rub there, you can't..."
Ya Zi was extremely flustered internally, wanting to scold Ji Mo many times for his fumbling.
But Ji Mo's hands seemed to possess magic, making its meridians smooth, its blood surge, and its bloodline power continuously strengthen.
It could be said that every touch brought great benefits, making Ya Zi excited yet conflicted.
"Something's not right."
Song Wei Qian sensed something was amiss.
As they flew, they continuously consumed spiritual energy, and their auras were slowly weakening.
Ya Zi, however, was the opposite; its aura was not weakening but continuously growing.
Could Ya Zi's cultivation method be unusual, improving its cultivation through rapid flight?
"It really is not right. My big cat has been panting, probably tired. Let's find a place to rest."
Ji Mo felt a bit sorry for Ya Zi, and at the same time, he saw a hint of fatigue on the faces of his three students, so he suggested taking a break.
Song Wei Qian was somewhat speechless. Ya Zi was in the best condition, its blood and energy were abundant, its spirit was full, and its face was flushed. How could it be tired?
As for Lin Meng Meng, Xuan Yang, and Wang Wen Jian, although their cultivation was low, they had plenty of ninth-grade spirit pills on hand. If they got tired, they could just pop one, which was quite leisurely.
In contrast, she herself, with her consumed spiritual energy not replenished, was the most pathetic.
Ya Zi tightly closed its mouth, too embarrassed to pant anymore, its face full of shyness.
Not far away, there was a continuous mountain forest.
Ji Mo and his group landed in it, intending to rest there for a while.
"Yo, isn't this the renowned Lang Ya Academy? What a coincidence."
An aged voice echoed in the forest, carrying a tone of mockery.
Song Wei Qian saw over a dozen figures, old and young, appearing in the forest and muttered to herself about bad luck.
The one who spoke was a grey-robed old man, hunched over, with a face full of ill intentions.
"So it's Elder Ge Ming of Yi Fan Academy. Long time no see."
Song Wei Qian responded perfunctorily.
She hadn't expected such bad luck to run into the group from Yi Fan Academy. Judging by their lineup, they should also be heading to Chi Zhang City to participate in the Academy Ranking Competition.
She didn't want to deal with Ge Ming because everyone from Yi Fan Academy had a strange self-confidence. Despite their ranking being in the lower-middle tier, they considered themselves superior and looked down on academies with lower rankings.
They also liked to bully the weak and often bullied academies with less strength than them, earning them a bad reputation.
After greeting them, Song Wei Qian led Ji Mo and the other three, preparing to leave and find another place to rest.
She didn't want trouble, but trouble found them.
Upon seeing that Lang Ya Academy only had five people, Ge Ming grinned.
"Your Lang Ya Academy is getting worse and worse. This time, you can't even gather five students to compete, only four, and one with no cultivation at all."
Ge Ming sized up Ji Mo and the others, mistaking Ji Mo for a student, and sneered, "Sending a mortal to participate in the competition, is your Lang Ya trying to be funny? That's right, anyway, Lang Ya Academy's results have always been stable, and the last place has never been shaken. It doesn't matter who you send, the result will be the same."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so teachers and students from Yi Fan Academy burst into laughter.
Among them, there was also a "jiejiejie" strange laugh.
Ji Mo looked up, and his eyes immediately lit up. The one making the strange laugh was not a person but a flat-feathered beast with vibrant plumage, which looked quite delicious.
Most importantly, it was very large, and he should be able to eat a good meal.
He licked his lips, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
The flying beast was a Demon Emperor, responsible for escorting the Yi Fan Academy group to Chi Zhang City. It shivered inexplicably when Ji Mo glanced at it, feeling very uneasy.
"This is our academy's Mr. Ji, not a student."
Song Wei Qian corrected him, suppressing her anger.
"Oh, hiring a mortal as a teacher, has your Lang Ya Academy fallen this low? It's too pathetic! I think you should just turn back, lest you embarrass yourselves in Chi Zhang City. With trash like you who can't even get on stage, appearing at the competition will only bring shame to all the academies in the Southern Domain."
Ge Ming taunted mercilessly.
"Elder Ge, you've gone too far. Apologize immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite."
Song Wei Qian's pretty face was filled with anger, and she clenched her fists.
Ge Ming coldly snorted arrogantly, "What is your Lang Ya? Do you think you're worthy of my apology? I'm kindly reminding you, don't be ungrateful."
Song Wei Qian's fiery temper could no longer be contained. She looked at Ji Mo, wondering what he would do.
Because Song Zhen Wei had instructed her before they left that everything on this trip was to be decided by Ji Mo.
Ji Mo looked at Ge Ming and said indifferently, "Yes, I think what you said makes a lot of sense. Trash indeed is not qualified to participate in the competition."
"Heh heh, it seems you have some self-awareness..."
Ge Ming laughed triumphantly, but then his smile froze, and his face contorted.
Because Ji Mo continued, "There's no need for trash like you to participate in the competition, it's too unsightly. Just honestly scram back."
As soon as he said this, Ge Ming's face turned sinister, and the dozen or so teachers and students from Yi Fan Academy's eyes blazed with fire.
They had always been the ones to humiliate others, and they absolutely could not tolerate someone daring to humiliate them in return, especially when it was the most trashy Lang Ya Academy.
"How dare you speak to me like this, are you looking for death?"
Ge Ming was furious, runes flowing all over his body, and his aura as a late-stage Spirit Emperor was unleashed without reservation.
A terrifying pressure surged towards Ji Mo.
If it were an ordinary person, they would likely be scared to death by this pressure in an instant.
Clearly, Ge Ming had already harbored murderous intent.
Those dozen or so teachers and students from Yi Fan Academy were all rubbing their hands, preparing to teach Lang Ya Academy a harsh lesson.
"Since that's the case, then our Lang Ya Academy can only do a good deed and help you out."
Ji Mo waved his right hand gently, signaling that they could start.
"Hmph, with you lot, you truly don't know your place."
Ge Ming roared, and his entire body turned into an afterimage, lunging directly at Ji Mo.
"I've tolerated you old geezer for a long time."
Song Wei Qian directly met him, her fair fist crystal clear and radiant, breaking the void with a single punch.
Boom...
Ge Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body was sent flying backward.
"Late-stage Spirit Emperor!"
His face was filled with shock, unable to believe that Song Wei Qian's realm was even higher than his. How was this possible?
Ya Zi aimed at the flat-feathered Demon Emperor and ferociously pounced.
Lin Meng Meng, Xuan Yang, and Wang Wen Jian also charged at the dozen or so people from Yi Fan Academy without holding back.