C391 Tengfei
C391 Tengfei
Jian Tong was on his last breath. He let out a long sigh and said, "I, Jian Tong, am just an ordinary elder in Sword Castle. Fellow Daoist, you just want to ask about the internal situation of Sword Castle. I will only tell you once. I hope you will keep your promise and let me go after you hear it."
"Alright!" Feng Yimo answered straightforwardly.
"Sword Castle, Sword Hut Mountain, located in the territory of Business Alliance. It has been closed all year round. Only occasionally, disciples leave because of some matters. There were 86,000 Sword Cultivator disciples in the entire castle, and 13 Nascent Infant warriors. The Lord of the castle, Jian Pingzhi, and the Vice Lord of the castle, Jian Chong, were both Half-step Deification warriors. The two of them had been cultivating in seclusion all year round, hoping to reach the Soul Formation realm as soon as possible. " Fellow Daoist's magic power is at the Soul Conduit realm, but you still have to be careful of the Earth Fiend Wind Lightning Sword Formation formed by the 72 disciples of the Sword Castle. Even if a Soul Formation Stage old monster falls into the formation, he will eventually die! "
Feng Yimo's heart shook when he heard this. He didn't think that Jian Tong was just bluffing. It was said that when a person is about to die, his words are good, and when a bird is about to die, his cry will also be sad. What Jian Tong said should be true!
"Thank you for the reminder. I will ask you another question. Do you know Jian Chen?"
Jian Tong's eyes were filled with shock and envy. He had already understood that the young man in front of him had inherited the sword art inheritance of Ancestor Jian Chen that day!
However, didn't Ancestor Jian Chen die from qi deviation? Why would he leave behind the sword pill inheritance?
"Ancestor Jian Chen was the previous Lord of Sword Castle. According to the rumors, he died from qi deviation when he was in seclusion 800 years ago. I wonder why you mentioned him?" Jian Tong asked.
Feng Yimo smiled and didn't answer his question. With a wave of his hand, Jian Tong's poisoned body and Nascent Infant were torn apart. "Go and reincarnate."
Jian Tong's soul drifted away.
Ghost Midwife saw that his master had killed Great Cultivator of the Nascent Infant Late Period with a wave of his hand. He was even more respectful. He rolled his eyes and said, "Master, do you have a grudge with Sword Castle?"
"Yes, there is a grudge." Feng Yimo said.
"This old servant can smell the aura of the sword from master's body. If master comes out of Sword Castle as a Sword Cultivator and kills disciples of large sects everywhere, he will definitely draw the hatred onto Sword Castle and become a public enemy. This way, I can borrow other people's hands to settle the grudges between master and Sword Castle!" Ghost Midwife said seductively.
Feng Yimo gave her a cold look and said, "If there is any grudge, it is my personal matter. I cannot implicate other innocent people. What's more, do I need to resort to such underhanded methods? In the future, if you keep this kind of thoughts in mind, don't have a next time!"
Ghost Midwife's hair stood on end when he saw Feng Yimo's sharp gaze. He quickly bowed and said, "Yes, this old servant knows my mistake!"
Feng Yimo waved his hand and put Ghost Midwife into the corpse bag. He burned all the traces of the battle with the torch before walking towards Yu City.
At this time, the sky was bright. People entered and left the city one after another. At the city gate, Feng Yimo was surprised to see the beggar who stole his Storage Bag. Beside him was a white-haired old man, holding a wooden stick in his hand. He was trembling, as if he could fall to the ground at any time.
The beggar saw the elegant Feng Yimo and seemed to have said something to the old man. The old man immediately pulled the beggar to Feng Yimo and knelt down. He offered the stolen Storage Bag with both hands and kept kowtowing. "Please punish me with the Celestial Immortal. This old man did not discipline him well and let his unfilial grandson steal the treasure of the Celestial Immortal. If the Celestial Immortal wants to punish me, punish this old man!"
Feng Yimo smiled, and reached out to help the two people up. He said, "It's rare for old man to be so considerate. If I don't let him steal it, can a mortal like him steal it? "I don't blame him, but stealing is an unpopular profession. "I still need to do some proper business."
The old man was stunned. He had been waiting for the punishment of the Celestial Immortal, but he had never thought that the Celestial Immortal would be so reasonable. After saying these words, he was so grateful that he didn't know what to say. Not many mortals who had offended immortals had a good ending.
However, Feng Yimo was still attracted by the little beggar. Not everyone could steal the Storage Bag from him without a sound.
He noticed that the little beggar had seven fingers on his right hand!
Could it be that this person was also a descendant of demonic beasts and humans? However, he didn't feel a trace of demonic power from the little beggar's body at all. When he unfolded the Heavenly Eye Pupil, he didn't discover anything either. It was just that he discovered that the little beggar's bone structure was not bad and could cultivate.
Feng Yimo recalled that there was a technique called the "Great Palm of Heaven" in the jade slips. It seemed to be suitable for the little beggar in front of him, so he took it out. He reached his hand toward the little beggar, and a drop of Essence Blood flew towards him. The drop of Essence Blood landed on the Storage Bag, and a few decent cultivation technique books and jade slips were placed in it. "Your medicinal Essence Bloods have fused into the medicinal Storage Bags. You can open them with your will. However, they can only be maintained for half a year. "In half a year, you need to cultivate your spiritual knowledge before you can open the Storage Bag again. I hope you won't disappoint me!"
With that said, Feng Yimo floated away, leaving behind a tall figure.
The old man was stunned. He hurriedly pulled his grandson along and knelt down towards Feng Yimo's back. "Thank you, Celestial Immortal. Thank you, Celestial Immortal!" He was very excited, tears streaming down his face. He never thought that his grandson would have the opportunity to meet such a kind and kind immortal. Not only did he not punish him, he even gifted him a treasure that could allow his grandson to cultivate!
"Tengfei, you must remember the look of this benefactor. You must acknowledge him as your master for the rest of your life, and respect him as much as you respect your grandfather. No matter what kind of person he becomes in the future, you must respect him from the bottom of your heart, because he has given you the path of cultivation!" The old man said to the little beggar in a very serious manner.
The little beggar clenched his Storage Bag tightly. He was so excited that it was difficult for him to escape. Originally, he thought that he would not be able to escape this time, but who would have thought that he would turn back? The result was completely different. Moreover, he had the opportunity to step into the Immortal Cultivation Realm. How could he not be grateful to Feng Yimo?
"Master, Tengfei will definitely cultivate diligently. He won't embarrass you!" The little beggar secretly made up his mind.
In fact, Feng Yimo only felt that he was fated to be with the little beggar. He felt that this person could be created, which meant that he could achieve what he wanted. It was just a person, and he didn't think too much about it.
After returning to the inn, he paid the bill and sold all the useless items in Jian Tong, Black Widow, and Black Widow's medicinal Qitian Palaces to the merchant house. Then, he left Yu City and headed straight to Qi Huan Cultivation Country, which was located in the southeast corner of Qitian Palace.
With Ghost Midwife controlling the medicinal Feng Yimos, Feng Yimo began to delve deeply into the jade slips regarding the cultivation of spirit herbs, hoping to find the cause of the meat ganoderma's illness.
A few days later, Feng Yimo compiled dozens of spirit herb cultivation jade slips and finally came to a conclusion: the meat ganoderma was poisoned by a type of poison called Black Min Worm!
Although the Black Min Worm was a type of worm, it was very tiny and could not be seen with the naked eye. Moreover, it specialized in destroying all kinds of spirit herbs. If the meat ganoderma did not have a tenacious vitality, it would have long been killed by it.
However, all the cultivation jade slips did not have a way to eliminate the black Min worm, which gave Feng Yimo a headache. If he could not eradicate the Black Min Bug, then even if he found the Blue Serene Spring, it would be useless! However, he had already come to this step. It was better to take a look first. Even if there was a sliver of hope, he would not give up!