Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

After witnessing how tough Peng Mo was, Feng Yimo had the thought of teaching him the Nine Heavens Astral Wind Spell. Although he didn't have the Spiritual Root and couldn't cultivate it, the Nine Heavens Astral Wind Spell had the ability to temper his body and strengthen his muscles and bones. He taught Peng Mo every word and asked Peng Mo to call him master. This could be considered as the first disciple he had accepted.    

    

Peng Mo solemnly knelt down and greeted him as his master. Feng Yimo was extremely happy. He pulled Peng Mo up and sealed a Vajra Talisman in a jade pendant, hanging it around his neck. This was a Level-3 Talisman. It was enough for Peng Mo to withstand three full powered attacks from the Golden Core Cultivator.    

    

Peng Mo slept for a while. After dawn, he held his hand and went straight to the Peng Family stronghold 1200 miles away.    

    

Although Peng Mo was young, he was very smart and had explained everything clearly.    

    

The old man who died was called Peng Yuan. He was the chief of the Peng Family stronghold. Originally, he was full of children and grandchildren, but he was happy and happy. Two months ago, his son saved a person. That person left without saying goodbye after recovering from his injuries. Who knew that a few days ago, that person had repaid kindness with enmity and brought a group of subordinates to kill his way into the Peng Family's stronghold. It was this person who had taken a fancy to Peng Mo's mother's beauty.    

    

This group of people were the famous bandits of the Wolf Mountain, the Ten Tigers of the Wolf Mountain! The person who was rescued was the boss of the Ten Tigers, Flying Tiger.    

    

Peng Yuan's son was angered to the core and died in the battle. His daughter-in-law killed herself in anger, which made Flying Tiger very angry. Hence, he ordered the slaughter. Fortunately, Peng Yuan's martial arts were not bad. Under the cover of his loyal servant Qu San, he killed his way out of the encirclement and escaped with his little grandson. He never thought that Qu San would be bribed as well. If his grandfather and grandson had not met Feng Yimo, their souls would have long returned to the underworld.    

    

Therefore, Feng Yimo decided to take care of the Ten Tigers of Wolf Mountain and take revenge for Peng Yuan.    

    

The Peng Family's stronghold still needed Peng Mo to take charge.    

    

Peng Yuan ran for more than 1,200 miles for five to six days, but Feng Yimo used two days to arrive. This was because he deliberately slowed down his speed and imparted more Mos to Peng Mo.    

    

When he arrived at the Peng Family's stronghold, he could smell the stench of blood from far away. The tall stronghold's gate was tightly shut. There were three or four bandits standing on the archery tower. When they saw two people, one big and one small, arriving in front of the stronghold's gate, they drew their bows and nocked their arrows. They aimed at the two people and shouted, "What are you doing?"    

    

"I'm here to collect debts!" Feng Yimo did not wait for the criminals to continue asking questions. He raised his finger and shot out two gusts of wind. The criminals on the archery building fell to the ground, screaming in pain.    

    

The screams of the few people startled the criminals inside. They all shouted and rushed out with weapons. A man and a child fell from the sky. The criminals were all dumbstruck. They fell to the ground with a plop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Welcome, Celestial Immortal!"    

    

Feng Yimo's right hand turned into an eagle claw. He grabbed at the air, and the bandits' faces showed pain. They screamed, and their souls spilled out from their heads. They formed a green bead in Feng Yimo's palm. He pushed the bead to Peng Mo's mouth and said, "Mo, eat it. From now on, you can control the life and death of these people. "You are still young. It is not enough to intimidate them. You need someone to assist you. "These people are the best helpers!"    

    

Peng Mo did not fully understand. He obediently swallowed the bead. He suddenly realized that if he had a single thought, everyone in front of him would die!    

    

"Master, what is this?" Peng Mo asked in surprise.    

    

Feng Yimo said, "This is my gift to you! "I hope you can achieve something. Although you don't have medicinal Spiritual Roots, you have a persistent heart. Perhaps one day you can change your life and embark on a different path of cultivation! Mo, your master has left. You should take care of yourself! Remember, don't be evil, don't be arrogant, and don't bully the weak! "Otherwise, your master will take your head thousands of miles away!"    

    

Peng Mo looked at his master's serious expression in a daze and did not know what to do. On the other side, Feng Yimo had already soared into the sky. His voice came from far away. "From today onwards, Peng Mo is the chief of Peng Family Village. Everyone must obey his orders!"    

    

"It's the Celestial Immortal. Follow the decree!" Everyone in the stronghold knelt on the ground. Peng Mo also knelt and kowtowed. When everyone raised their heads, Feng Yimo had long disappeared.    

    

"We respectfully deliver medicinal Celestial Immortals!"    

    

"Greetings, Master!"    

    

...    

    

Having fulfilled his wish, Feng Yimo once again embarked on his journey to the Business Alliance. With his intimidation and the help of a group of bandits, Little Peng and Mo should be living a good life. Give Peng Yuan an explanation.    

    

On the way, Feng Yimo spent most of his time studying the Qi Watching Technique. The more he studied, the more shocked he became. He felt that the various spells of the Cultivation World were profound and profound.    

    

Two months later, Feng Yimo appeared in front of an endless river. On the other side of the river was the territory of the Business Alliance. Thirty thousand miles further would be the Celestial Secret City, where the headquarters of the Business Alliance was located.    

    

The river in front of him was called the Luoyu River. It meant that if a feather landed on the river, it would sink into the river. Twenty-eight miles wide.    

    

There was no wind or waves on the vast river. Feng Yimo tried to take out a high grade flying sword. At most, he could only fly 30 meters away from the river bank. He couldn't control it no matter how far he went. It seemed that there was a huge attraction in the surging river that attracted everything that was floating in the air.    

    

"How do we cross the river?" Feng Yimo was confused. It was impossible for a water turtle to cross the river. Even feathers would sink into the river, let alone a human. While he was hesitating, a fishing boat appeared on the vast river. It drifted to the shore. Five people got off the boat and left hurriedly.    

    

Feng Yimo was slightly stunned. How could there be a boat on the Luoyu River? He hurriedly asked, "Shipkeeper, I thought of the other side of the river. I wonder if Shipkeeper can give me a ride?"    

    

The Shipkeeper was a Old Man with white hair and beard. Unconsciously, Feng Yimo used the Qi Watching Technique. A light flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly shocked. The Shipkeeper Old Man was actually a Cultivator of the Golden Core Late Period! On the surface, the Shipkeeper was just a mortal.    

    

After two months of hard training in the Qi Watching Technique, he had achieved some results, and could easily see through a cultivator's cultivation. Even a Soul Formation cultivator would not be able to hide from the Qi Watching Technique!    

    

"Hehe, does Guy know how much it costs to cross the river?" Old Man asked with a smile.    

    

Feng Yimo shook his head. "Please tell me."    

    

Old Man extended a finger.    

    

"A hundred taels of silver?" Feng Yimo asked. He knew that Old Man was a cultivator, but he didn't point it out on purpose.    

    

Old Man smiled and waved his hand. "A hundred mid-grade spirit stones!"    

    

What? Feng Yimo jumped up. One hundred mid-grade spirit stones was ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. It was a huge sum of money. How could one cross the river so expensive?    

    

Old Man was very surprised to see Feng Yimo. He said, "One hundred mid-grade spirit stones is the cost of going back and forth. Unless you don't want to come back after you go there. Those five people just now went to the Business Alliance a month ago, and only returned today."    

    

Feng Yimo sighed. He had earned fifty thousand spirit stones just by rowing a boat. It was a robbery, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, he didn't have the ability to cross the river. He obediently paid a hundred middle-grade spirit stones and boarded the boat.