The spirit liquid on my own airship had long since been fully condensed. After more than two days of refining, everyone else’s airships were also fully stocked. Each group sent a Golden Core Adept to pilot their airship, preparing to head toward the Baijian Sect.
This put my Uncle-Master Qingyun in a difficult spot. Our disciples had all disembarked and were temporarily camping on the Tianjian Sect's airship. Most importantly, the Sect's resources were already stretched thin, and so much had been spent on me already. Starting up an airship for the return trip cost at least 15,000 Spirit Stones, and 30,000 for a round trip—not to mention the two trips required. If everyone else was making two trips and I didn't, wouldn't that just invite ridicule? Yet, the Sect’s store of Spirit Stones was truly meager. I just hoped the Sect Master could weather the storm.
Dozens of airships set off in a grand procession, speeding toward the Baijian Sect. Since they couldn't be sure exactly when the secret realm would open, all the disciples remained outside the entrance. Transporting the spirit herbs was handled by the Golden Core Adepts themselves, who piloted the ships personally; there was no fear of anyone hijacking them. Golden Core Adepts were the pinnacle of combat power in the current world. Moreover, with dozens of them involved, no fool would dare attempt such a thing. Besides, these dozens of airships represented dozens of sects; even the demonic cultivators didn't have the guts …
Chapter 379