Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Looking at the silver-bright flying shuttle suspended in the air in front of the stone mansion, Zhang Fuhong couldn't help but fall into a brief stagnation, and unconsciously uttered envious and even respectful whispers.

"Flying shuttle, [Zhaoxue]..."

This flying shuttle named [Zhaoxue] was specially customized by Han Guming, the governor of Rongcheng, and commissioned by [Feixuan Pavilion], the number one fairy craftsman workshop in Zhuwang. There is only one such shuttle in the entire fairy alliance. It uses many cutting-edge fairy arts, and it is said that it also combines some forbidden arts of the old world. The comprehensive performance is almost a cliff ahead of other types of flying shuttles. The contemporary Feixuan Pavilion Master Bu Tianji had a life-and-death friendship with Han Guming, so he only charged the cost price - 35 million spirit leaves.

Han Guming himself has never been interested in flying shuttles. As a well-known Yuanying power in Zhuwang and even the fairy alliance, his magic of walking is said to be able to travel hundreds of miles in an instant, which is much faster and more convenient than any flying shuttle. Zhaoxue was bought as a birthday gift for his daughter Han Ying to use as a means of transportation.

The above is a chapter that every shuttle enthusiast in Rongcheng can recite subconsciously.

For Han Ying himself, Zhaoxue may be just a birthday gift from his father, a slightly high-profile means of transportation... But for those fanatics who read shuttle magazines all day and wander around Taixu Zhaotang, Zhaoxue is like a cold and beautiful goddess in a dream. Her smile and even the lingering fragrance in the dark room can attract people's hearts and minds. Every time Han Ying drives Zhaoxue in and out of the academy, there will be fans gathering at the take-off and landing places to enjoy the remaining charm of the fairy shuttle.

And Zhang Fuhong is a fanatic who has met the goddess Zhaoxue in his dreams countless times!

When Zhaoxue's silver and flawless figure came into view, Zhang Fuhong felt that he was so small, and even the story of the Duan family he just told Wang Luo was insignificant.

What special seats and first-class seats of Gangfeng Youlong... Only mediocre people would be so fussy about such details. A true hero should ride such a shuttle, hold his beloved woman in his arms, drink Mo Lin's strong liquor, and freely gallop between heaven and earth!

As long as he is not caught by Qingping Division for dangerous driving, this is the most beautiful dream in life!

"Zhang Fuhong, what are you still standing there for? Get on."

Han Ying's urging voice interrupted Zhang Fuhong's hot-blooded fantasies in his mind, and then made him show an incredible expression.

"Get on, me?" The blond and blue-eyed young man reached out and poked his second chin, saying in disbelief, "I, can I?"

But the next moment, before Han Ying could speak, Zhang Fuhong came back to his senses, jumped without thinking, jumped onto the shuttle, and entered the magical space of the mustard seed Sumeru.

But Wang Luo and Chi Xuewei had already sat on several reclining chairs covered with clouds, waiting for him alone.

Han Ying was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at him with some amusement and some admiration.

"Afterwards, as a member of the liaison team, you will be responsible for many practical matters in contacting the special envoys. Not only do you need to have a sufficient understanding of Rongcheng and Lingshan, but you also need to have good adaptability. Your performance just now needs to be polished."

Zhang Fuhong was surprised again: "Liaison team, me? Hiss, I will do my best and die at my post!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward and knelt on one knee in a slightly exaggerated manner.

Han Ying smiled: "Yes, keep the current state..."

As he spoke, his mind was running, driving the silver shuttle to rise into the sky like lightning, passing through the multiple skies of Rongcheng, through the thin translucent clouds, and directly reaching the soft airspace below the Gangfeng layer. Then, the scenery within a radius of hundreds of miles was in full view.

"......!!" Zhang Fuhong suppressed his excitement and uttered a "Fuck" through his teeth, "Zhao Xueyuan actually flew through the soft airspace! That's awesome! And there's a panoramic view in the cockpit! Incredible, so fucking incredible!"

As he spoke, he sat directly next to Chi Xuewei and said excitedly: "Xuewei, do you know what it means for the shuttle to fly through the soft airspace? And this panoramic view..."

Chi Xuewei smiled softly and acted like she was very interested.

As a woman in love, Chi Xuewei is very happy to put on a look that makes her lover happy, such as "I enjoy it so much", "I can't come anymore", "Please spare me" and so on...

As a smart woman who has been undercover beside Zhang Yu for many years, her acting skills have already reached perfection!

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Not long after, the shuttle traveled a hundred miles in the clear soft airspace and arrived in front of Lingshan.

Han Ying accurately hovered the shuttle at the edge of the restricted area, and then said to Wang Luo: "I'll have to trouble the mountain master from now on."

Wang Luo summoned the Ascension Record and whispered: "Disperse."

Silently, the restrictions covering the Lingshan restricted area dissipated briefly, and the shuttle seized the opportunity, turned into silver lightning, crossed the invisible boundary, and then...

Then it stopped in an open space far away from Yongxia Palace.

Wang Luo was a little surprised: "Aren't you going to Yongxia Palace?"

Han Ying was in the cockpit and was confused by the question.

Of course she came for Yongxia Palace. What liaison group, contact with the special envoy group, are all just disguises and excuses. Her only purpose is to enter Yongxia Palace openly and use the connection between Tianque to remotely control the Jade Throne of the Golden Deer Hall far away on the top of Jianmu in Youcheng.

The incarnation on the jade throne has now fallen into a hundred-year deep sleep beside the Lord. This certainly fulfilled her original body and avoided many long-term hidden dangers... But as a price, the jade throne in the Golden Deer Hall is now vacant. Even if Mo Yu returns to the side of the jade throne with the Yao Sword, she is only the general manager of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, not the owner of the jade throne.

And many of the privileges of the king must be performed by the owner of the jade throne, and others cannot do it for him. The only way Han Ying can think of is to remotely control it from Yongxia Hall.

But this kind of thing is obviously top secret among top secrets. Even Wang Luo, even the little junior brother of the Lord, cannot be an exception!

So Han Ying originally planned to find an empty place outside Yongxia Hall to stop, and then talk about some precautions for contacting the special envoys, and then name a few of the Hundred Palaces that he didn't have time to visit last time, and finally pass by Yongxia Hall in a logical way...

As a result, Wang Luo directly got straight to the point, making Han Ying's overall plan a joke.

"Why do you ask?" Han Ying tried to adjust her mentality. "If you have time, Yongxia Palace is certainly worth a visit, but..."

Wang Luo said, "But you came here for Yongxia Palace, right?"

Han Ying's mind sank slightly: "You, why do you ask?"

For a moment, Han Ying was really confused.

Why did Wang Luo know that she came for Yongxia Palace?

As the master of Lingshan Mountain and the junior brother of the Lord, what other unknown "privileges" does he have?

Then, if he really knew about his predicament at this time, how would he use it?

How should I deal with it?

But the next moment, I saw Wang Luo pointing his finger at a white writing board next to the bookshelf, on which a complex mind map was drawn with colorful lines.

Many characters and lines were blurred, and only the three words in the center were clearly visible.

Yongxia Palace!

Han Ying was stunned for a long time before she let out a subtle groan.

"Fuck..."