"Boom!"
All of the water vapor in the surroundings was mobilized. The mist in the mountain range became hazy while the white mist below the ground surged towards Feng Feiyun.
The white mist was vast like spirit smoke.
"Dark Water Art!"
Feng Feiyun's finger slowly pointed forward. Whoosh! A black light flew out from his finger and turned into a string of lights.
"Bam!"
The cliff on the opposite side of the mountain was pierced through by his finger, and the entire mountain was penetrated, creating a one-meter-long cave.
"Whoosh!"
Because the Dark Water Art condensed too much water vapor, many places on the opposite cliff turned into dust. The wind blew, causing the sand to fly everywhere.
The Dark Water Art was not only a treasure seeking technique, it also had a terrifying power. Its battle prowess was no less than the secret techniques of the great clans.
Feng Feiyun was quite satisfied with this technique, but it was not the full power of the Dark Water Art. There were many areas that needed to be improved and strengthened, so he began to read the Eight Arts Volume again in order to continue cultivating this secret technique.
"I have just started." Zuo Qianshou looked at the cliff in the distance that was pierced by one finger and was a bit anxious.
Feng Dugu's eyes twitched and he said: "This brat is so talented in the art of treasure seeking, why don't you take him as a disciple?"
Zuo Qianshou was a ninth rank Treasure Seeking Master, and his understanding of formations was unparalleled in this world. If Feng Feiyun could become his disciple, then his future achievements would be extraordinary.
Zuo Qianshou shook his head and said: "His talents as a Treasure Seeking Master are indeed very tempting, but I'm afraid I don't have the time to teach him."
"You want to go to the capital?" Feng Dugu understood Zuo Qianshou's personality very well.
Zuo Qianshou nodded his head and said: "I don't want to be muddle-headed and hide for the rest of my life!"
"You really should go." Feng Dugu said.
There were some knots in one's heart that must be untied. Otherwise, one's cultivation would never progress and, in the end, they would have to face the five heavenly decrees.
Zuo Qianshou said: "This brat's talents as a Treasure Seeking Master cannot be wasted. Send him to the Wanxiang Pagoda, maybe he will become a famous Grand Treasure Seeking Master in the future."
Feng Dugu stared at Feng Feiyun from afar and gently nodded his head. The Wanxiang Pagoda was indeed a sacred ground in contemporary times, and Zuo Qianshou came from it.
With two gentle breezes, Feng Dugu and Zuo Qianshou disappeared from the spot.
The sound of heavy footsteps came from the steep ancient path in the distance. "Boss, boss, this is bad!"
Wu Jiu carried the large metal blade on his back and with a loud boom, he leapt a hundred metres high into the air, before landing behind Feng Feiyun, leaving a huge crater in the ground.
Feng Feiyun was not in a hurry. He slowly stood up from the boulder and asked, "What happened?"
"That evil monk took the Little Bodhisattva away. When the Little Bodhisattva left, she cried and wanted to see you one last time, but the evil monk refused and forcefully dragged her away." Wu Jiu said.
The evil monk was naturally Monk Jiu Rou, and the Little Bodhisattva was Nalan Xuejian.
Monk Jiu Rou wanted to take Nalan Xuejian as his disciple to cultivate the Ancient Mortal Life Scripture and inherit the teachings of the Buddhist faith, so taking her away was within reason. However, this escape was a bit too sudden.
Even though Monk Jiu Rou was very fierce to other people, he would grant all of Nalan Xuejian's requests. He couldn't just watch her cry and not bring her to see Feng Feiyun.
Then there was only one explanation!
An ominous feeling emerged in Feng Feiyun's eyes: "Could it be that demoness Xiao Nuolan found the Huang Feng Ridge, and Monk Jiu Rou sensed her aura, so he had no choice but to escape?"
If this was the case, then he couldn't stay here any longer. Feng Feiyun could only hurry and escape.
A rapid whistling sound came from the mountain path!
"Boom!"
Wang Meng descended from the sky and stood next to Wu Jiu. He also created a huge pit on the ground.
"Big Brother, Third Boss wants you to go back. He has an important matter to discuss with you." Wang Meng said.
Feng Feiyun frowned and said: "Then I'll go back first!"
After putting away the Eight Arts Volume, Feng Feiyun and the two bandits returned to the Huang Feng Ridge. Along the way, they met many returning bandits. Some people captured dozens of slaves and used whips to drive them away.
Someone robbed three chests of gold coins. The chests were covered in blood. It was obvious that many people had died under their blades.
Feng Feiyun indifferently looked at all of this. In this world, the strong preyed on the weak, survival of the fittest. The weak would become the food of the strong, and no one could control this.
"What level of cultivation is it at?" Third Boss narrowed his old eyes and asked.
Feng Feiyun had a good impression of this old bandit. He took good care of Feng Feiyun, so he must have a relationship with the Feng Clan. He might even be a senior from the Feng Clan.
"I should be at the beginner level of a Treasure Seeking Master."
Feng Feiyun was quite confident in his own cultivation, and he was also very interested in the Eight Arts Volume. Even though he only cultivated the Treasure Seeking Art for ten days, the spirit energy in his body grew faster than usual. His cultivation could be said to have increased by leaps and bounds.
Third Boss nodded and took out a black iron order from his sleeve. This iron order was around the size of a palm and was very heavy. On top of it, there were three strange words "Treasure Seeking Master" written on it using molten iron.
On the edge of the Treasure Seeking Master's iron order were nine tiny white True Mysterious Spirit Stones that emitted a faint light.
These nine True Mysterious Spirit Stones represented the identity of a ninth rank Treasure Seeking Master — an extremely noble status.
"The Treasure Seeking Master's Iron Order!" Feng Feiyun said.
Third Boss nodded and said: "This is Master Zuo's Treasure Seeking Master's iron order. He told me to give it to you. With this iron order, you can easily enter the Wanxiang Pagoda and become a student to learn the secret art of treasure seeking."
The Wanxiang Pagoda was the holy ground of learning in the contemporary times. Its authority even exceeded the court of the Godly Jin Dynasty. "Spirit Treasure Ranking", "Top Ten Invincible Masters", "List of Thousand Beauties", "Eight Grand Historical Geniuses" … All of these rankings were created by the Wanxiang Pagoda's students and respected masters. They were printed into books and not only were they extremely popular in the Godly Jin Dynasty, they were also sold to the four neighboring dynasties.
In order to become one of the five mysterious masters, one must be recognized by the Wanxiang Pagoda. Only with an iron order from the pagoda would the world recognize one's identity as a mysterious master.
This was the influence of the pagoda in the cultivation world. It absolutely surpassed any great power.
This was not the first time Feng Feiyun had heard of the great name of the pagoda. He accepted the iron order and asked: "Master Zuo has left?"
"Yes, he is going to do something very important."
With Feng Feiyun's intelligence, after hearing Third Boss' words, he had already guessed a few things.
The Wanxiang Pagoda could be considered a good place to go. At the very least, he could temporarily hide from the merciless annihilation of the great powers in the Grand Southern Prefecture.
Feng Feiyun's current cultivation could not be considered low. He could even kill some elders from the previous generation, but it was not high either. There was still a large gap between him and a few heaven-defying geniuses, let alone the eight Grand Historical Geniuses.
After a few years of cultivation at the pagoda, maybe he would be able to compete with the geniuses in the world.
At the moment, Feng Feiyun was only fourteen years old. Moreover, he started cultivating late so his wings were not fully grown yet. Rather than being chased by cultivators to the point where there was no road to heaven or door to hell, it was better to go into seclusion first.
"The Evil Woman has come into being and the dark tides of the Yang World are surging. The Grand Southern Prefecture is in turmoil, and within a few years, it will affect the entire Jin Dynasty."
Third Boss gazed at the sky and slowly said: "I seem to be able to see the near future. Blood will dye the earth red, and the entire world will be filled with corpses. No one will be able to stay out of this calamity. Only those with a higher cultivation would be able to play an important role in this. Otherwise, they will only be reduced to a puddle of blood on the ground."
Feng Feiyun had experienced many things recently, so he faintly sensed an unusual atmosphere. He cautiously said: "These next few years will be the time for my cultivation to soar. When I return, I will definitely compete with the geniuses in the world!"
"I won't run anymore, only others will run!"