Ye Feng and Meng Cangxing's conversation didn't reveal any issues.
Ye Feng fabricated the story of the Ancestor's Manifestation to provide a reasonable explanation for his practice of the Nine Heavens Spirit Cloud Scripture. Meanwhile, Meng Cangxing and Li Shouzhuo had originally intended to cultivate him in this divine skill. Although Ye Feng's acquisition of the time travel ability caused some detours, both sides ultimately achieved their desired outcomes.
As for how Li Shouzhuo would verify Ye Feng's story, that was a matter for later.
The only thing that displeased Meng Cangxing was Ye Feng's claim at the drinking table that he couldn't drink, which embarrassed him as the elder.
In the end, it was Bone who stepped up, gulping down half a jar of Seven-Day Drunk, then biting Meng Cangxing's pants and dragging the slightly tipsy old Taoist into a room, kicking the door shut with practiced ease.
Afterward, Bone still ignored Ye Feng, lying down at Meng Cangxing's door to sleep. However, seeing Ye Feng's lonely figure, it eventually pursed its lips and pointed to a nearby empty room.
"You, go stay in that room... don't disturb my sleep."
Its expression remained indifferent, as if nothing in the world was more important than its sleep quality.
Ye Feng nodded, knowing he couldn't argue with a dog, and stepped into the small room.
Inside, it was a mess, without even a bed.
But these things didn't matter to Ye Feng. Having endured half a year of painstaking cultivation, he wouldn't care about such trivial external conditions.
He cleared a clean spot, sat down cross-legged, and let out a long breath.
Phew~~
The first day at Cloud-Falling Peak was truly an unforgettable thrill.
Time travel, Nine Heavens Spirit Cloud Scripture, fabricating lies to fool people—after all these events, even with Ye Feng's steadfast and calm mindset, he couldn't help but feel like he was dreaming, as everything seemed so unreal.
Yet all of this had indeed happened.
Now, he had truly mastered part of the Nine Heavens Spirit Cloud Scripture's heart method, and the greatest difficulty in his cultivation was resolved. There were three important tasks he needed to accomplish next.
The most crucial was, of course, cultivation.
He now possessed the complete heart method of the Angry Thunder Palm. Once he opened the second Profound Vein, he could perform the body technique Thunder Shadow Steps. Unlocking the third vein would allow him to unleash the ultimate move Angry Thunder Roaring at Heaven. Each step was a significant power boost, and Ye Feng was naturally filled with anticipation.
Next was preparing for the next spacetime traverse.
Although the Golden Plate hadn't told him the timing of the next traverse, Ye Feng had a vague feeling it wouldn't be too long. This time, Ye Feng would be fully prepared, determined to make the most of the limited one-day period, not only to master more of the Nine Heavens Spirit Cloud Scripture but also to explore if there were more things he could do.
Joking aside, with such a heaven-defying ability as spacetime traverse, it would be a waste to use it solely for planting herbs and learning techniques.
The last task was to keep an eye on Meng Cangxing's attitude and be wary of the Tianyun Sect's high-level movements.
This was actually a misunderstanding Ye Feng had about the Tianyun Sect. After the Ji Fanchen incident, he was somewhat disappointed with the sect itself, which was why he hadn't been too close to Meng Cangxing today. He wasn't sure how this somewhat cold-blooded and opportunistic sect would treat him, which left him feeling uneasy and further motivated him to become stronger as quickly as possible.
Therefore, Ye Feng had no time to rest. After sorting everything out, he began practicing the Nine Heavens Spirit Cloud Scripture without hesitation. The room was soon filled with twinkling Spiritual Light, illuminating his face, which had long shed its youthful naivety and was now resolute. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
While Ye Feng was fully immersed in cultivation, next door, Meng Cangxing, who had been snoring loudly, quietly opened his eyes.
Sensing the activity in Ye Feng's room, he grinned and said:
"No matter what, I like this kid's diligence, hahaha~ hiccup~~~"
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On Cloud-Falling Peak, an extraordinary night was finally coming to an end.
But in the vast Tianyun Mountains, besides the two Tianyun big shots, there were others who were also thinking about the exiled Ye Feng.
In the courtyard belonging to the inner disciples, four figures who once enjoyed tea and conversation together were gathered again, chatting happily.
"Haha," one of them laughed heartily, "This time we owe it to Brother Yuntai's clever move, otherwise, who knows, Ye Feng might have really turned the tables. Who knows where this guy got such brute strength to even cripple Ji Fanchen."
"Hehe," another laughed along, "So what? Yuntai's strategy of using a borrowed knife to kill is a double-edged sword. Either Ye Feng gets crippled, or he injures Ji Fanchen, and the Ji Family will settle the score with him. It's truly brilliant!"
"Isn't it?" A third person gave a thumbs-up, "Now it's settled. That kid has been sent to Cloud-Falling Peak to reflect, and after a year, he'll be completely useless. Then, you and I can go and settle the score with him, hahaha!"
"Settle the score? Wu Gang, you must have settled quite a few scores with our Brother Ye over the past eight years, haven't you?"
"Hahaha!"
The group laughed wildly, each harboring a deep-seated grudge against Ye Feng, unwilling to see him rise again in the Tianyun Sect.
However, as they laughed heartily, the cold-faced young man sitting in the center gave a cold smile, with a faint red flame flickering in his narrow eyes:
"You don't think it's over, do you?"
Hmm?
The other three turned to him in unison.
"Yuntai, what do you mean by that?"
"Hehe," the cold-faced young man chuckled, "It's been eight years, and everyone thought Ye Feng was completely done for, but who would have thought that eight years later, he could quietly defeat Ji Fanchen, who has two Profound Realm veins? Who knows what he might accomplish in a year?"
"Yuntai, are you planning to... No, you can't. This is the Tianyun Sect, and killing fellow disciples is strictly forbidden!"
"Who said I'm going to do it?" The cold-faced young man smiled sinisterly, "Now, the Ji Family probably hates Ye Feng to the core, and Cloud-Falling Peak is far from our main peaks. It's said that only an old man is guarding it... What if someone were to leak Ye Feng's location and portrait to the Ji Family..."
"Haha! The Ji Family would definitely send someone to take care of Ye Feng! Yuntai, you really have a way!"
The three of them gave the cold-faced young man a thumbs-up, showing no regard for the camaraderie of fellow disciples or the rules of the Tianyun Sect.
"Let's take care of this tomorrow. If we're quick, it won't be long before the Ji Family's assassins quietly make their way to Cloud-Falling Peak." The cold-faced young man seemed to envision Ye Feng's tragic end, smiling with great satisfaction, "Let's prepare ourselves too."
"Of course, to settle the score with Brother Ye while he's still around. Afterward, there won't be such an entertaining game to play."
"You're right, Yuntai. I'm cultivating under Chief Ou at Sky-Touching Peak, which is also responsible for the sect's logistics. In three days, it's time to deliver supplies to Cloud-Falling Peak. I'll make arrangements, and in three days, we'll go have some fun with Ye Feng."
"Great!"
"I can't wait to see Brother Ye, haha!"
The four of them reached an agreement, their faces all showing cruel smiles, which were utterly repugnant.
...
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Ye Feng's three days were peaceful and simple.
It was as if he had returned to the days when he first entered the Tianyun Sect, with nothing but cultivation from morning till night, in utmost tranquility.
However, during dinner, this tranquility was broken by the antics of one man and one dog in the courtyard.
After three days of interaction, Ye Feng discovered that the old Taoist Meng Cangxing was a man of routine. He would sleep until the afternoon, then bask in the sun in the courtyard, tease Bone, and in the evening, bring out dry food and wine to party with Bone.
There was indeed a bond between this man and dog that Ye Feng couldn't understand. Although Bone always looked down on him, it showed full disdain for the alcohol-reeking Meng Cangxing. Yet, no matter how Meng Cangxing teased it, Bone never dodged, with an air of noble sacrifice.
After half a jar of wine, they would start to party.
Old Meng would howl some tunes that Ye Feng couldn't understand, while Bone would nod along to the beat. Old Meng would sing a line, take a sip, Bone would nod, and take a sip too.
Sometimes, as they drank, Old Meng would cry, and Bone would disdainfully wipe his tears with its paw. Sometimes, Old Meng would curse, pointing at the heavens and earth, and Bone would quietly wait for him to finish venting, then drag him into the house to sleep, before lying down at the door with a disgruntled expression.
Ye Feng found himself somewhat envious of their relationship.
Bone was clearly not an ordinary golden retriever, yet it loyally guarded Old Meng. There must be untold stories between them.
Over three days, Ye Feng unknowingly grew closer to them, and this peaceful life continued until the morning after the third day, when familiar voices broke the silence.
"Disciple Fan Yuntai, pays respects to the Chief of Cloud-Falling Peak!!"
Swish.
Inside the small room, Ye Feng's eyes snapped open.
Fan Yuntai!
A name etched in his memory.
Had this guy really followed him here like a lingering ghost?
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This chapter is dedicated to Qingqing, who is still working overtime at night. I hope these words can give you some strength in the dim light of the night. Ye Feng is with you, cheering on the path to becoming stronger!