Chapter 270： Mu Feng has passed away, and his path to immortality will last forever (please subscribe)

Chapter 270 Mu Feng is dead and his path to immortality is everlasting (please subscribe)

“Exchanging one baby for another, this is what Alliance Leader Qi agreed to back then. Could it be that... he wants to regret it now?”

“Once the world knows that Alliance Leader Qi united with our Juling Sect and destroyed the Huang family in Heshan, there will be no place for Alliance Leader Qi in the entire Zhengdao realm.”

The fox-faced female cultivator smiled lightly.

After the words fell, the space under her feet folded, and she walked in front of Qi Chengchu in a blink of an eye.

She lifted Qi Chengchu's chin with her green fingers, and when Qi Chengchu frowned, she quickly pulled it back, and then stroked Qi Chengchu's broad chest.

Throughout the whole process, the fox-faced female cultivator acted enchantingly, seducing the soul and seducing the soul.

But in Qi Chengchu’s eyes.

This is a dangerous signal.

The fox-faced female cultivator was telling him: Even if the ancestor of the Juling sect does not come out of the mountain, she alone can subdue him and destroy him, the "Nascent Soul cultivator."

“You suspected Wei Tu and killed Liu Moqun?”

Qi Chengchu's aura suddenly dropped, his gloomy face became calmer, and he assumed a conversational posture.

“The demonic aura of this sky-cracking eagle is not stable, and it should have just advanced to the third level. Wei Tu and his combined forces were unable to kill Liu Moqun.”

He said in a solemn voice.

Strength is the best evidence.

Qi Chengchu believed that Wei Tu believed that even if he had this heart, he had no power.

Even though he had previously learned from Che Gongwei that Wei Tu was capable of cultivating both body and law and had the strength of the third level of body refining, he did not think that Wei Tu could kill Liu Moqun, who was in the middle stage of Jindan.

It is not difficult to defeat a monk of the same level, but to kill a monk of the same level, the strength required is at least one level higher than that of a monk of the same level.

Qi Chengchu thought to himself that with his realm and strength, he was certain to leave Liu Moqun behind completely.

“With Wei Tu’s strength, the possibility of killing my junior brother is really low. However, he is related to Su Bing’er and may have some clues.”

The fox-faced female cultivator said slowly.

“You went to the battlefield where Liu Moqun died?” Qi Chengchu raised his eyebrows slightly and had some guesses.

It should be that after searching the battlefield, no enemy was found, so they had no choice but to come to the Sanxian Alliance, hoping to find the murderer according to the map.

Upon hearing this, the fox-faced female cultivator did not refute and acquiesced to Qi Chengchu's words.

"Qi can find a car driver and lend his hand to find out about Su Bing'er's story."

Qi Chengchu thought for a while and replied.

“If that doesn’t work, Qi can search Su Bing’er’s soul for clues on behalf of Fairy Hushan.”

He smiled slightly and added.

"This is not possible!" The fox-faced female cultivator, the "Fairy of Fox Mountain" as Qi Chengchu called her, immediately denied it.

“Su Bing’er is about to be promoted to the Golden Elixir. She must not be harmed by her soul during this period.”

Liu Moqun is dead.

Compared to Liu Moqun’s clue to his death, Su Bing’er, the mysterious spirit body, is more important.

For a monk to break through the golden elixir, he must reach the peak of the three treasures of spirit, energy and spirit before he can "return the elixir with jade liquid".

Once one of them is injured, it will be extremely difficult to condense the golden elixir.

And the wounds of the soul are the most difficult to heal among the three.

“If she fails to break through the golden elixir, the Five Elements Infant I sent will be useless.” Fairy Hushan glanced at Qi Chengchu sharply.

Qi Chengchu proposed to search for Su Bing'er's soul, but this was because he was unkind to their spirit-obsessed sect.

Originally, Su Bing'er, who had robbed the Peak of Foundation Establishment, returned to the Juling Sect. They, the Juling Sect, had their own magic method to force Su Bing'er to successfully condense the elixir.

But Liu Moqun died and lost this great opportunity to make a move.

Now that Su Bing'er has returned to the Sanxian Alliance, her master Che Gongwei and other Jindan True Lords are helping to protect her path. The chance of the Juling Sect to take action is undoubtedly much slimmer.

We can only wait for Su Bing'er to successfully form the elixir.

In the future, I will wait for an opportunity to strike again.

Fairy Hushan is confident that if she takes action herself, she will definitely accomplish the result in one battle—successfully kidnapping Su Bing'er who has reached the early stage of the Golden Elixir.

…

If there is advance notice from the satellite map,

Su Bing'er has a keen eye.

When Che Gongwei asked, Su Bing'er only said that when she was being robbed and killed, it was Senior Brother Wei who stepped in in time to save her, and used the high priest's order to repel the attacking Jindan monks.

She didn’t know what happened after that.

At this time, Su Bing'er was also wondering who had leaked the news that she had left the Sanxian Alliance, allowing Liu Moqun to pursue her accurately.

Therefore, Su Bing'er had a certain suspicion even about Che Gongwei's master.

Up to now, the only person Su Bing'er can trust is Wei Tu, who helped her kill Liu Moqun.

During the conversation, Su Bing'er vaguely revealed what Wei Tu did after rescuing her: she went to Fenglang Island in Hujie Immortal City for retreat to help the Cracking Sky Eagle break through the realm.

Although this did not clear Wei Tu's suspicion, it also allowed the two people behind the scenes, Hushan Fairy and Qi Chengchu, to shift their suspicion elsewhere.

“He was the high priest and archmage of the Ying Ding Tribe. He happened to bump into Liu Moqun? Then he killed him?”

“Or maybe Wei Tu later invited strong men from the Ying Ding tribe to hunt down Liu Moqun?”

Based on the intelligence, Fairy Fox Fairy made these two corresponding guesses.

only-

No matter what kind of guess it is, Fairy Hushan is a little restrained and does not dare to go to Ying Ding Department to investigate.

It is different from the Sanxian League.

Ying Dingbu, that is the real Nascent Soul force.

Even the ancestor of the Juling Sect would not dare to take advantage of him alone.

As for Wei Tu, he is not a character that is at her disposal and can be easily captured.

“We can only wait until Wei Tu leaves the Ying Ding Department.” Fairy Hushan thought silently with her eyebrows slightly condensed.

…

Weitu has no intention of leaving the Ying Ding Department for the time being.

At least he will not leave the Ying Ding tribe's sphere of influence easily before he can deal with Qi Chengchu's strength.

After sending Su Binger away.

In addition to the necessary daily practice, Wei Tu has never failed in the two crafts of alchemy and talisman making.

Time flies, and twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

As a Cangnan native, Wei Tu was gradually accepted by the Fenshan Tribe under the hand-over-hand guidance of High Priest Mu Feng. He took charge of the power of the Fenshan Tribe and became the de facto high priest of the Fenshan Tribe.

At the same time, with Wei Tu, a third-level talisman master and second-level alchemy master, in charge, Fenshan tribe’s trade has become more and more prosperous, and its younger generation is generally more advanced in cultivation than previous generations. The priests of the Fenshan tribe gradually became familiar with Wei Tu's leadership, and sincerely supported Wei Tu, the foreign high priest.

during this process.

The Cangkun League located in Hujiexian City has become more and more frequent with Wei Tu.

There are many people seeking elixirs and talismans.

For those that were difficult to refine or had little confidence in, Wei Tu acted as a middleman and handed them over to the alchemists and talisman masters of the Sanxian Alliance, who acted as guarantees.

Transportation during this period was handed over to Cracking Sky Diao.

Thus, in these short twenty years, Wei Tu's spirit stone bag was filled a lot.

“Priest Guard, my master is about to pass away.”

On this day, as an alchemy boy, Yan Yu rushed in directly after the door of the alchemy room opened, with a sad look on his face.

Hearing this, Wei Tu's face was dull, and there was not much sadness on his face.

Master Yanyu is the last high priest of the Fenshan tribe, High Priest Mu Feng.

Before joining the Fenshan Tribe, he learned from High Priest Dia of the Zama Tribe that High Priest Mu Feng did not have long lifespan, only nearly thirty years.

Now, the death of High Priest Mu Feng, or in other words, his death, was something that the Fenshan tribe had long expected.

Besides, High Priest Mu Feng died in death instead of dying halfway. He lived to be 800 years old, which is equivalent to the joy and mourning among mortals.

There is no need to be too sad.

"Miss Yan, Wei will go with you to see the old priest off for the last time." Wei Tu said after pinching the spiritual secret and extinguishing the spiritual fire outside the alchemy furnace.

In the past thirty years in the Fenshan tribe, High Priest Mu Feng helped him a lot. High Priest Mu Feng and him were considered masters and apprentices without the title of master and apprentice.

The cave of High Priest Mu Feng is not far away.

Within a few moments, the two of them arrived outside the cave.

Outside the cave, there were two middle-aged men dressed in Hufu pacing back and forth with anxious expressions on their faces.

These two people are none other than the second disciple "Jixuan" and the third disciple "Songmeng" of High Priest Mu Feng.

“Somewhat similar.”

At this moment, Wei Tu remembered the scene before his master Shan Juren passed away more than two hundred years ago.

There is no doubt that Jixuan and Songmeng were wandering around the cave of High Priest Mu Feng because they wanted to compete for the inheritance after the death of High Priest Mu Feng.

"High Priest." Seeing Wei Tu approaching, Jixuan and Songmeng looked at each other, their expressions changed slightly, and they stepped forward to salute Wei Tu.

With Wei Tu as the high priest presiding over the funeral, the two of them could predict that they would not be able to share much of the inheritance.

“Since everyone is here, let’s go in.”

Weitu shook his head, flicked his sleeves and robes, opened the cave formation, and walked in.

The inheritance belongs to High Priest Mu Feng. Whether it is given to these two disciples has nothing to do with him. He will not interfere too much.

Master, master, like a teacher or a father.

For monks like High Priest Mu Feng who have no descendants, their apprentices are no more than their children.

Walking into the courtyard and following the corridor, you arrived at a retreat room.

The hermitage was never closed.

Through the gap in the door, you can see High Priest Mu Feng sitting cross-legged on the futon inside.

Different from 20 years ago, the nearly 10-year-old High Priest Mu Feng is no longer energetic. He has white hair and a tired face, and is surrounded by the aura of aging.

After noticing that Wei Tu and others were coming, he squeezed out some energy from his wrinkled old face and put a smile on his face.

“Master.”

“Master.”

Jixuan and Songmeng greeted each other.

High Priest Mu Feng ignored the two apprentices. He looked at Wei Tu and said, "I am about to pass away, so the high priest came to the cave to visit me."

“This is the right thing to do.”

Weitu nodded slightly and said softly.

Although High Priest Mu Feng had not asked him to help with posthumous matters before, it goes without saying that this was a tacit understanding between him, the new high priest, and the old priest.

After greeting Wei Tu.

High Priest Mu Feng, in front of Wei Tu, began to talk about the distribution of his inheritance.

Not surprisingly.

Yan Yu, the most favored disciple, received the largest inheritance.

Jixuan and Songmeng only received a smaller portion.

After the inheritance was distributed, High Priest Mu Feng waved his sleeves and motioned for his three disciples to leave.

Waiting for Yan Yu and the others to walk out of the training room.

High Priest Mu Feng took out the tea-making utensils and invited Wei Tu to sit across from him.

After a pot of tea is brewed.

High Priest Mu Feng poured himself a cup. After taking a sip of tea, he smiled and said: "I have been in the Ying Ding tribe for many years. I almost forgot that I was from Cangnan. Before I passed away, I tasted this. A pot of tea, I wonder if I can return to my hometown once before my soul leaves my body.”

“Wei is willing to help.”

Wei Tu groaned and replied.

This matter is just a matter of effort for him.

Hearing this, High Priest Mu Feng shook his head slightly: "Priest Wei misunderstood. The hometown I mentioned was not the old place before, but my hometown."

“Hometown?” Wei Tu was startled.

Eight hundred years of vicissitudes of life, how can we find our hometown after the death of High Priest Mu Feng?

“The world is envious of immortals, and I was the same way before, but before I died, I felt that living longer was not necessarily a good thing, because I would have more to worry about..."

High Priest Mu Feng sighed softly.

He picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup of tea, and drank the hot tea.

“Priest Wei, I wish you a long and prosperous journey to immortality, and there will be no more things like this today.” High Priest Mu Feng stood up and bowed deeply to Wei Tu.

After the salute.

High Priest Mu Feng still didn't get up.

His breath, at this moment, changed from weak and decayed to dead. And the soul seems to be dissipated, and seems to float into the distance, returning to the world.

“Old priest, your journey to immortality will last forever.” It wasn’t until the tea was cold that Wei Tu calmed down. He looked at the dead body of High Priest Mu Feng and sighed secretly.

(End of this chapter)