The Golden Peng tribe belonged to the powerful tribes of the West Sea, with their territory located on an island deep within the West Sea.
This island had only one main peak, soaring into the clouds, and from it, Golden Pengs would frequently take flight and land.
Before Xiao Fei could get close, he was spotted by patrolling Golden Pengs who recognized his identity.
"Welcome, Daoist Friend Xiao!"
"This way, Daoist Friend!"
Two Nascent Soul stage Golden Pengs warmly welcomed Xiao Fei to Penglai Peak.
The Golden Peng tribe attached great importance to Xiao Fei's arrival, and everyone, from top to bottom, was exceptionally enthusiastic, catching Xiao Fei slightly off guard.
As soon as he entered Penglai Peak, a large group of bird-people of various colors immediately surrounded him, offering a warm reception.
He had visited many human forces before, but he had never received such a grand welcome.
Surrounded by a group of female bird-people, he was led into a grand hall, where over a dozen Golden Peng elders were already waiting for him at the entrance.
"Welcome, Daoist Friend Xiao!"
"May we inquire about the friend from the Kun Peng tribe?"
After warmly greeting Xiao Fei, a Void Refining stage Golden Peng began to ask about Fei Yu.
Xiao Fei had anticipated that the main purpose of the Golden Peng tribe's invitation was likely related to Fei Yu.
After all, Fei Yu also belonged to the demon race, and both were capable of flight, so they should have much in common with the Golden Pengs.
With a raise of his hand, the figure of a young man in his mid-teens appeared beside him.
Upon seeing Fei Yu's handsome figure, all the Golden Pengs' eyes lit up, especially the bird-people who had escorted Xiao Fei in, who seemed eager to pounce on him.
"I am Fei Yu! Greetings to all Daoist friends!"
Fei Yu gracefully performed a cupped-hand salute to the many demon cultivators present.
Having lived for thousands of years, this was the first time he realized how unremarkable his name was.
Everyone else's names sounded impressive, or at least profound, while his name was no different from that of a common pet.
Hearing Fei Yu's name, the Golden Peng tribesmen assumed it was a casually chosen name, a perfunctory gesture towards them.
However, they displayed great magnanimity and tolerance, still politely ushering Fei Yu and Xiao Fei into the hall.
A banquet had already been prepared in the hall, with tables laden with various delicacies native to the West Sea.
During the feast, the Golden Peng elders and Fei Yu engaged in lively conversation, avoiding any serious matters.
Fei Yu, perhaps in heat, exchanged flirtatious glances with several Golden Peng female cultivators.
During this time, they were secretly exchanging telepathic messages.
Xiao Fei was unaware of their conversation, but he saw Fei Yu blushing profusely, his hand trembling as he held his wine cup.
The customs of the demon race were vastly different from those of the human race. The other Void Refining stage Golden Peng experts paid no mind to this, turning a blind eye.
"As our esteemed guests have traveled from afar, the Golden Peng tribe will naturally fulfill its duty as host. We invite both of you to enjoy yourselves on this island for a few days. Please do not refuse."
The Void Refining stage Golden Peng extended the invitation to Xiao Fei.
At the same time, Fei Yu's gaze towards Xiao Fei was filled with pleading, and he also sent a telepathic message.
"Master, I find this place quite enjoyable. Let's stay for a few days before returning."
Xiao Fei pondered. He had intended to probe the demon race's attitude towards the Spirit Sealing Array, but he hadn't found an opportunity during the feast.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Golden Peng tribe. I shall impose upon you."
Immediately, several Golden Pengs led Xiao Fei and Fei Yu to the guest quarters.
It was a large courtyard, more than enough for Xiao Fei and Fei Yu, with enough rooms for each to have over a dozen.
After settling in, Xiao Fei inspected the entire courtyard and found nothing amiss.
However, he remained cautious and set up an additional protective formation around the outside of his and Fei Yu's rooms.
Originally, he should have shared a room with Fei Yu, and then simply taken Fei Yu into his spatial realm.
But this time, Fei Yu expressed a strong desire to sleep in his own room. Xiao Fei had a general idea of his intentions and agreed to his request.
Fei Yu was in the prime of his youth, full of vigor, capable of plowing several acres of land with an iron plow.
Indeed, after Xiao Fei settled in, he heard movement from Fei Yu's room next door; two Golden Peng female cultivators had come to see him.
Xiao Fei had a special connection with Fei Yu. If Fei Yu were in danger, he could sense it by simply calling out to him in his heart.
Thus, Xiao Fei heard Fei Yu and the two female cultivators occupied for the entire day. Apart from Fei Yu being a little breathless from exertion, there seemed to be no danger.
Fei Yu did not stop there. The next day, he switched to two different Golden Peng female cultivators, continuing yesterday's story...
On the third day, he switched again...
The fourth day...
The fifth day...
...
A month later...
Xiao Fei had to admire Fei Yu's boundless energy.
However, he was too lazy to interfere with such matters.
Fei Yu and the Golden Peng female cultivators were mutually willing, and there was no monetary transaction involved.
What would it be if he were to interfere?
The Golden Peng tribe was a major tribe in the entire West Sea, with a large population and thus many female cultivators. Fei Yu was so enthralled with the Golden Peng tribe that he forgot to return.
A year later.
Xiao Fei finally left Penglai Island with Fei Yu. By this time, Fei Yu had lost quite a bit of weight.
Yet, he himself felt that it was worth it, even if it meant wasting away for the one he loved.
Initially, Xiao Fei worried that the Golden Peng tribe might have some ulterior motive, perhaps to harm him. He was constantly on guard, but after a period of time.
He understood!
The Golden Peng tribe did indeed have a scheme, but it wasn't directed at him; it was directed at Fei Yu.
Upon realizing this, Xiao Fei finally felt his heart relax.
The Kun Peng, as a legendary divine beast from ancient times, had long since disappeared from the world.
A divine beast of his caliber held an extremely high status among the demon race, almost equivalent to an uncrowned king.
If they could find a way to have Fei Yu leave behind a trace of his bloodline, allowing the Golden Peng tribe to give birth to offspring with Kun Peng blood, then in the future, the Golden Peng tribe's status in the West Sea, and even in the entire Tian Yuan Realm, would rise significantly.
Therefore, throughout this year, the Golden Peng female cultivators employed all their skills and tricks on Fei Yu.
This allowed Fei Yu to "plow the fields" for the Golden Peng tribe with new variations each day, tirelessly.
When the two departed, several Void Refining stage experts from the Golden Peng tribe personally escorted them for a long distance and gifted Fei Yu a large pile of precious spiritual herbs as tonics.
These included the White Tiger whip for refining the divine realm, a five-thousand-year-old dried seahorse, a pair of Void Refining stage black donkey kidneys, and a six-thousand-year-old Hehuan grass...
However, Xiao Fei confiscated the six-thousand-year-old Hehuan grass.
He didn't need such things now, but since he didn't have this particular spiritual herb in his spatial realm, planting it and cultivating it into a ten-thousand-year spiritual medicine would surely fetch a good price.
The man and the fish flew through the sky above the West Sea.
Fei Yu, having just experienced the most memorable year of his thousands of years of fish life, was still uncontrollably excited.
He, with two large dark circles under his eyes, told Xiao Fei that it was all worth it, for he had found true love.
However, as soon as they left Penglai Island and had not yet exited the territory of the West Sea demon race, several human cultivators suddenly appeared, blocking their path.
"Hehehe..."
"Daoist Friend Xiao, long time no see! Where have you been?"
Xiao Fei recognized these human cultivators who had suddenly appeared.
It was He Ling from the Thousand Crane Sect, the young man from the Three Mountains Sect, and surprisingly, a Void Refining stage expert he had never met before.