C17

When the last ray of sunlight from the horizon disappeared, only then did Gu Fei regain his senses from his grief. He sprinkled a jug of wine in front of his master Wan Xiancheng's grave, then turned around and walked out of the grave.

At this time, a faint white mist unknowingly rose from the grave, causing Gu Fei to feel a bit chilly. He subconsciously tightened his clothes.

The dead were dead, so what was the use of grief? The moment Gu Fei walked out of the tomb, his eyes became determined, and without looking back, he stepped onto the gravel path in front of the tomb, and walked away.

When Gu Fei's somewhat lonely figure disappeared into the small alley, a creaking sound could be heard as the wooden door of a thatched cottage to the side of the grave was pushed open and an old man walked out.

This old man was very old. His teeth seemed to have all fallen out, and his hair was sparsely scattered. His face was wrinkled like an old tree bark, making it almost impossible to discern his appearance.

The old man staggered into the tomb. His eyes were cloudy and there was no power coming from him, but his back was very straight. This was an old man that could not be more ordinary, an old man on the verge of death.

The old man gathered a handful of white flowers around the grave, then walked through the graves and planted a bouquet of flowers in front of each one.

No matter how big the grave was, no matter how prominent the identity of the person inside it was, or how unknown the person, the old man would always place flowers in front of the grave without exception, not leaving a single one out.

When there were only the last flowers left in the old man's hand, he stood in front of a new grave. He didn't stop in front of any grave, but he stopped in front of the last grave.

In front of the dirt was a normal looking stone tablet. On the stone wall, there were five words written on it: Wan Xiancheng's Tomb. There was no signature, just five words.

The old man's turbid gaze stayed on the tombstone for a long time. Finally, he seemed to sigh deeply. Then, with trembling hands, he stuck a bunch of white flowers into the dirt in front of the tombstone.

The old man turned and limped out of the graveyard, into the hut by the entrance to the graveyard, then shut the wooden door with a creak.

At this moment, the smoke in the cemetery seemed to have grown thicker. The tombs were faintly discernible in the fog, and seemed to be real.

On a small path in the rear mountain, a person stopped Gu Fei. This person was a youth, a youth wearing a long, white robe.

When he saw this youth, Gu Fei's eyes narrowed into a line. He knew this youth, and knew this youth's cultivation level even more.

This was a youth that people would find hard to forget with just a glance. His black hair casually scattered across his shoulders, and his face was as sharp as a blade. His long eyebrows reached his temples, and his pair of eyes were as bright as the stars.

"I heard that you defeated Wang Yuanzhi, but I don't believe you. Dongfaang Chen's tone was very calm, there was even a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

However, Gu Fei felt a strong pressure from Dongfaang Chen's body. This young expert was not simple, and was indeed as the legends said, he was an expert among the young generation.

"What? Are you going to stand up for someone with the surname Wang?" Gu Fei looked straight at Dongfaang Chen, his gaze as sharp as a knife. He was not afraid of the oppression the other party gave him, so what if the young experts in the sect were rare?

Dongfaang Chen laughed, his handsome face looked extremely radiant, a burst of imposing Qi immediately swept out from his body, like raging waves and stormy seas, causing the vegetation on both sides of the small road to automatically become windless.

"Your master has just passed away, I do not want to fight with you, but, you have to give me that Wang Yuanzhi talisman." Although Dongfaang Chen's expression was calm and light, his imposing manner was intimidating.

Even though he had said that he would not make a move, it was no different from making a move. Maybe, he wanted to show off to Gu Fei and force him to submit.

"Humph!" If that Wang fellow wants to retrieve the talisman, then tell him to personally come and get it! " Gu Fei's eyes flashed with a bright light as the flesh under his clothes began to tighten. He was like a cheetah hunting for food, ready to explode at any time.

Dongfaang Chen gazed at Gu Fei with interest as he stroked his chin. His eyes flickered, and a smile that was not a smile appeared, but no one knew what he was thinking about, and after a while, he said: "Good, very good, you have guts indeed!" After he finished speaking, Dongfaang Chen actually turned around and left.

Gu Fei couldn't help but feel surprised when he saw Dongfaang Chen leave. He knew that Dongfaang Chen was actually a member of a cultivation family and seemed to have some relationship with Wang Yuanzhi. Why did he let me off so easily?

But there was one thing that Gu Fei was sure of, he had already offended Dongfaang Chen by refusing to hand over the talisman that he stole from Wang Yuanzhi.

"The ten-year Grand Examination is coming up in a year's time. Don't disappoint me then." At this time, Dongfaang Chen's words came from the front, and this voice seemed to have appeared right beside Gu Fei's ears.

"Sound transmission technique?" Gu Fei was startled, but at the same time, his heart shivered. He immediately understood Dongfaang Chen's intention; that Dongfaang Chen actually wanted to defeat him in front of everyone in the same sect.

In the Ten Year Taixuan Sect Trial, it was also the time to open up the sect to accept disciples. Those who obtained the top ten rankings in the tournament would receive the sect's prizes. Among the rewards, there was the elixir that helped the disciples form the elixir.

"Origin Condensation Pill?" I don't cultivate the Dao Art, I don't cultivate the Daoism's Nine Revolving Golden Pellet Dao, this thing is useless to me, but... If you, Dongfaang Chen, want to take the opportunity of the test to humiliate me in front of all your fellow sect members, you are dreaming. " Gu Fei looked in the direction that Dongfaang Chen disappeared to, and his eyes lit up.

Gu Fei was very clear that with the help of the Jade Pendant of Yin and Yang, his cultivation speed had increased tenfold.

In this way, within a year, he will definitely be able to awaken my Sixth Layer and advance to the first Seventh Layer. The Warrior s who awaken my Seventh Layer are also cultivators who awaken my Seventh Layer, so the advantage is very obvious.

The Warrior had a powerful body, but the cultivators did not. The battle skills of the Warrior were even more powerful than Dao arts. It was because the reason why battle skills were called battle skills was because they were unique skills that were created from repeated practice.

Compared to Dao arts, the killing power of a battle skill was many times greater.

That Dongfaang Chen, his cultivation seems to also be at the realm of awakening my Seventh Layer.

Thinking about that, Gu Fei's mouth revealed a cold smile, and then he walked forward, he had buried the sorrow in his heart, he wanted to turn it into strength, and wanted to cultivate the Ancient Art that his Master had passed down to him to the extreme, to let everyone who looked down on it to feel ashamed of their ignorance.

Very quickly, Gu Fei's figure disappeared at the end of the broken stone path.