"Be careful!"

Chen Fan leaped suddenly, pushing Zhang Tongtong out of harm's way and preventing the large wolf that was attempting a sneak attack from injuring her. However, he was unfortunate to have his left arm clawed by the wolf, leaving it a bloody mess.

As soon as Zhang Tongtong reacted, she swung her hand, severing the wolf's leg that had attacked Chen Fan from behind. Without wasting any time, she tore a portion of her skirt and quickly used it to bandage Chen Fan's injured arm and stop the bleeding.

She had not expected that this rogue immortal representing the Jiuling Sect, who had come to compete for the divine weapon, would intervene to help her and even get injured in the process. Before this moment, they had not exchanged a single word alone.

"Thank you."

Chen Fan, feeling no particular need to dwell on his recent actions, thanked Zhang Tongtong for her help in bandaging him.

With that, he quickly resumed fighting the wolves, gripping his weapon tightly with his uninjured right hand.

This seemingly minor incident actually occurred within a few breaths of time, and both of them, in such a dangerous situation, acted swiftly and decisively, attacking the wolves with even greater ferocity.

Zhang Yiyi observed every detail of this brief moment and sighed inwardly at how the fate of the male and female leads seemed unstoppable. Of course, no one was here to obstruct them.

She had clearly seen that Chen Fan's actions were not just a matter of rescuing Zhang Tongtong out of convenience. After all, compared to Chen Fan, Mo Yan was clearly closer to Zhang Tongtong. Yet, even in this situation, Chen Fan had noticed the danger Zhang Tongtong was in, intervened in time, and suffered an injury to ensure her safety.

Was this what they called love at first sight?

Zhang Yiyi's gaze involuntarily shifted to Yuan Ying, who was fiercely engaged in battle and clearly had no mind to pay attention to others' affairs.

Well, that was fine.

After killing the last wolf king, who had nearly bitten her neck and was exceptionally intelligent, Zhang Yiyi felt a significant improvement in her ancient deity clan's physical prowess. Wiping the wolf blood from her face, she breathed heavily, realizing for the first time in days how dire the situation had become, nearly losing her life to the wolves.

With the death of the wolf king, the remaining wolves lost their threat entirely and were soon wiped out completely by the group's combined efforts. Out of the original twelve companions, only eight were left alive.

Perhaps due to the numerous monsters they had killed along the way, everyone was now exuding a heavy killing aura, and the remaining wolves no longer posed any threat.

After taking the second spirit fasting pill provided by Zhang Yiyi, they finally exited the desert of yellow sand.

"We're finally out!"

Seeing the lush green woods and meadows ahead, Yuan Xiaoqi couldn't help but exclaim.

"Foolish Xiaoqi, shouldn't the focus be on our spiritual energy having returned to normal?"

Yuan Ying, noticing the change in her body, happily slapped Yuan Xiaoqi on the back.

"Wow, really, this is so great!"

Yuan Xiaoqi didn't even care about the slap from her senior sister and immediately jumped up in joy.

The others also breathed a sigh of relief, thrilled to have finally escaped the days of living like ordinary people.

Only Zhang Yiyi had a slightly different perspective, wondering if perhaps they had been given the second spirit fasting pill a bit too early.

"Since we've exited the desert and restored our spiritual energy, it's best for us to act separately from now on."

Mo Yan's voice soon broke the celebratory mood with a hint of coldness.

Among the remaining eight people, only the three from the Yunxian Sect had emerged unscathed. Even the Lishan Sect had lost one of their members, leaving only Yuan Ying and Yuan Xiaoqi.

The remaining survivors included Chen Fan, a rouge cultivator from the Jiuling Sect; Luo Qiheng from the Qingcheng Sword Sect; and Song Yun from the Nanhua Sect. Surviving so many monsters and strange plants was no small feat, indicating they were not ordinary individuals.

Zhang Yiyi looked around and silently calculated the number of spirit-reducing pills she had invested and how many favors she might expect in return. She hoped that after finding the divine weapon, these people wouldn't be too ambitious, as she wouldn't want to have to hunt down those who sacrificed themselves for the divine weapon to claim her debts.

"Mo Yan, are you suggesting that we split up?"

Yuan Ying asked formally.

"Yes!"

Mo Yan nodded decisively. Given the timing, the divine weapon should be appearing soon, and those who found it first would depend on their own abilities, making further collaboration unnecessary.

"Since that's the case, Xiaoqi and I will set out first."

Yuan Ying agreed with no objections and addressed her words to Zhang Yiyi, signaling their departure.

At this moment, everyone had their own private interests, and splitting up was practical to avoid the trouble of dealing with others' schemes and taking advantage of them.

Yuan Ying and Yuan Xiaoqi departed, while the remaining three also left separately without further discussion.

"Senior Brother Mo, where should we search for the divine weapon now?"

Zhang Tongtong retracted her gaze and turned to seek Mo Yan's opinion.

"Head towards the area with the densest spiritual energy."

Mo Yan considered for a moment and said, "You take Junior Sister Zhang with you and fly carefully behind me. We need to find that river first."

Seeing this, Zhang Tongtong didn't object to Mo Yan's arrangement. She quickly took her cousin, who couldn't yet fly with a spiritual tool, and followed Mo Yan.

After a safe flight for half a day, the three landed to rest briefly.

"Is that river really in the area with the densest spiritual energy?"

Zhang Yiyi, who had been silent, finally voiced her concern. "I have a feeling that continuing in this direction might make it difficult to find the river."

The Luoxian River was not named lightly; it was indeed a special river in this secret realm where the divine weapon would appear or be nearby. However, the river's location was not fixed, and the experiences of her master and senior uncle from nine hundred years ago did not mention a direct correlation between the river's location and the density of spiritual energy.

"Are you doubting my judgment?"

Mo Yan's voice carried a clear displeasure.

Zhang Yiyi frowned slightly. "I just think the area is too vast, and aimless searching might not be the best method. We should try other approaches."

"And what do you suggest we do instead?" Mo Yan pressed.

"Try going that way."

Without much explanation, Zhang Yiyi pointed to a direction that was notably different from their current path.

"Why?" Mo Yan asked in return.

"Intuition," Zhang Yiyi answered honestly, though she couldn't provide further explanation.

Not long ago, she had felt an inexplicable sense, but she knew such a reason would be hard to convince Mo Yan.

"Is this what Junior Sister Zhang considers a good method?"

Mo Yan clearly did not believe her and replied with sarcasm, "Since you trust your intuition so much, why don't you head in that direction yourself?"

Ignoring Mo Yan's ridicule, Zhang Yiyi turned to Zhang Tongtong. "Cousin, what do you think?"