After Song Qingming returned to the camp, he took out the materials from the fire rat and sorted them out. Early the next morning, Song Qingming found Shi Mofeng with the iron claws of the fire rat. He told him his idea straight away and spent ten spirit stones to ask him to help refine a magic weapon.
Shi Mofeng looked at the monster materials and spirit stones that Song Qingming took out and smiled meaningfully. As soon as he saw the fresh monster materials in Song Qingming's hand, he knew that these things must have been obtained by Song Qingming in the past few days.
But he didn't ask any more questions and readily agreed to Song Qingming. He also patted his chest and promised to help Song Qingming refine a mid-grade magic weapon.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Song. I still have some black refined iron on hand, just enough to refine a magical weapon. I guarantee that I can help you refine a suitable magical weapon within half a month."
Shi Mofeng stroked his gray beard and spoke to Song Qingming seriously.
"Then I'll leave it to you, senior." Song Qingming said with a smile and bowed.
Seeing that the matter was going smoothly, Song Qingming hurriedly left Shi Mofeng's place. The old man didn't ask him about the source of the materials, which saved him a lot of arguments.
Not long after walking out of Shi Mofeng's tent, Song Qingming received a sound transmission note. After opening it and seeing the content of the message, he found out that it was from Lu Yunfei, the leader of their Feiyun Guard team, who was calling everyone to gather urgently in the west of the camp.
"This is strange. We've only been here for over half a month, and there are still some areas that we haven't explored yet. Why are we moving camp so soon?"
In the few months since he joined Feiyunwei, Song Qingming had never seen Lu Yunfei send out such an emergency assembly sound transmission note except when the camp needed to be moved every month, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face.
Just as he was thinking, Shi Mofeng also came out of the tent with the same sound transmission talisman in his hand. It was obvious that he had also received the news.
When the two arrived at the western part of the camp, there were already five or six people gathered there. A little further away, Lu Yunfei was whispering something with two cultivators from the Xiaoyao Sect.
The few people who had already arrived also had confused expressions on their faces. Song Qingming saw Jia Sixing in the crowd and was about to step forward to ask him.
When Jia Sixing saw Song Qingming walking towards him, he quickly smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know what had happened. Seeing this, Song Qingming simply walked to Jia Sixing's side, closed his eyes and rested, waiting with everyone else for the other people who had not arrived.
After a cup of tea, almost all the cultivators from the eleventh guard of Feiyunwei came here. Old Ghost Feng also walked to Jia Sixing's side. He seemed a little unhappy and muttered a few words to Jia Sixing.
Song Qingming counted and found that there were a total of sixteen cultivators, including the eleven guards and himself. Except for a few cultivators who had already gone out on missions, basically all those who were still in the camp had arrived here.
Seeing that most people had arrived, Lu Yunfei and the other two finally stopped talking and walked towards the crowd.
After looking at everyone, Lu Yunfei said with a heavy face, "Fellow Daoists, earlier today, I suddenly received a red distress talisman from Daoist Luo Ping in the camp. I'm afraid Daoist Luo has encountered some danger while exploring the monster beasts. I just discussed it with my two junior brothers and have sent a talisman to request that Senior Brother Liu come to our aid. Junior Brother Chen will stay behind to guard the camp and wait for Senior Brother Liu's support. The rest of you, please follow me to help Daoist Luo first."
"What on earth happened to Brother Luo that he actually sent a red distress talisman? Did he encounter a level two monster?" A young cultivator who was about the same age as Song Qingming and seemed to have joined the Feiyun Guard not long ago asked.
"With Fellow Daoist Luo's cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Refining, why would he send out a red distress talisman? I'm afraid he encountered something other than an ordinary second-level monster."
As soon as the young monk finished speaking, someone next to him immediately took over the conversation.
When everyone heard the news, they began to talk about it.
Feiyunwei has two kinds of distress talismans. One is an ordinary blue talisman, which is only effective within a radius of 100 miles. Generally, they will send out the distress talisman when they encounter a difficult situation or are besieged by multiple monsters and cannot escape in a short time, looking for fellow Taoists around to come for support.
Song Qingming had sent this kind of blue talisman for help before, and he received timely support from Feng Laogui that time. This kind of talisman is only a mid-grade talisman and its value is not high. It is often used by cultivators in Feiyunwei, so it is not a strange thing.
Another kind of red high-grade talisman for help has a very different effect. Its effective range is more than twice that of the blue talisman. Generally, Feiyunwei will only send it out when their lives are in danger.
Once such a talisman appears asking for help, the Feiyun Guard who sent it must have encountered a serious crisis. In the depths of the Floating Cloud Mountains, the most likely thing to pose a life threat to these Feiyun Guards is these elusive second-level monsters.
Lu Yunfei interrupted the group again and said, "Everyone knows that Feiyunwei never abandons any of its members casually. No matter what danger Fellow Daoist Luo is in today, we must rush to support him. This time, I hope everyone will work together to support Fellow Daoist Luo and not be perfunctory. Everyone, hurry back and prepare. We will set out together in one stick of incense."
Everyone nodded and returned to their tents to prepare for departure.
After Song Qingming returned to his tent, he had a strange feeling in his heart. In the few months since he joined Feiyunwei, no one in their team had ever encountered a level 2 monster during an exploration.
This time, Lu Yunfei organized more than a dozen of them to go out for support, and he was still confident. If they acted together, even if they faced a level two monster, even if they could not rescue the unlucky Fellow Daoist Luo, they still had a great hope of escaping unscathed.
Before setting off, Lu Yunfei had already informed the foundation-building seniors of the nearby Feiyun Guard. The foundation-building cultivators could step on magic tools and fly in the air, and they could arrive here in no more than half a day. Although these people were a little surprised at this time, most of them were not afraid.
After hearing this news, Song Qingming felt a little uneasy for some reason. Although he really wanted to withdraw from this support operation, he really couldn't find any suitable reason now, so he could only take it one step at a time.
An incense stick of time passed quickly, and everyone gathered again in the camp. Led by Lu Yunfei, they headed north of the camp. The camp, which had been bustling just a moment ago, soon became quiet.
After they had walked for about an hour, a beam of green light passed through the sky and soon landed on the open space next to the camp.
After the green light fell, it turned into a small boat, and three young women got off it.
One of the women in yellow looked at the deserted camp and said respectfully to the woman in palace dress in the middle:
"Master, it seems that Senior Brother Lu and the others have gone to provide support. I'll go see if there are any people left behind."
The woman in palace dress didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly.
Just as the woman in yellow walked into the camp, a middle-aged monk who was a little older in the tent in front heard the noise outside and ran out in a hurry.
The middle-aged monk was named Chen Ziyang. He was the monk who was left behind to guard the camp under Lu Yunfei's arrangement.
Seeing the woman in yellow, Chen Ziyang let go of his nervousness and said to her with a smile, "I thought there was a monster attacking us. It turns out to be Senior Sister Gao. But has Senior Uncle Liu arrived?"