He arrived at noon and returned at sunset!
In the evening, the sky was dyed red from the sunset, reflecting the scarlet ripples on the surface of the lake.
Feng Feiyun crossed the lake and the bamboo forest, returning to the cave.
He opened the formation and walked in.
"Swish!"
He flicked his finger and the light turned into a First Dark Origin Flame, lighting up an oil lamp.
The lamp was as small as a bean, and its dim light illuminated the space in the cave abode faintly.
There was a stone bed, a stone table, and four stone chairs. There was nothing else.
A thin person was lying on the cold stone bed. He was wearing plain clothes and had a pale face. As if he heard the sound, he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of joy, and said: "You finally came back alive."
His voice was as weak as a mosquito.
"You finally came back alive." Feng Feiyun's voice was also very weak, as if it was stuck in his throat.
The person lying on the stone bed was Murong Ta. In order to help Feng Feiyun break through, he used two kilograms of blood to exchange for a two thousand year old lingzhi.
Feng Feiyun didn't have any friends before, but he already considered Murong Ta his first friend.
"Haha!"
Murong Ta laughed in a low voice. As he laughed, his laughter got stuck in his throat. He shrunk his already thin and weak body, feeling a little cold.
A person who lost too much blood would feel cold, just like Feng Feiyun at this moment.
Feng Feiyun took out the eight hundred year old Calamus Root. It was a gift from the third prince of Dashi. It had extraordinary effects on people who lost too much blood.
Feng Feiyun planted one of the Calamus Root and carefully fed it to Murong Ta. Then he placed the remaining seven next to Murong Ta's pillow.
"The medicinal effect of an eight hundred year old Calamus Root is too strong. Eat one every day, and after eight days, your body will definitely recover."
Murong Ta's eyes were dark and bright. Perhaps it was because his eyes were bright to begin with, or perhaps it was because he had taken a piece of calamus grass, his body also had some strength. He said, "Thank you."
"I should be the one thanking you."
Feng Feiyun quietly sat on the edge of the stone bed, biting his lips tightly. He turned his body sideways and secretly pinched the position of his Dantian with one hand.
After waiting for half an hour, when Murong Ta's face had regained some color, Feng Feiyun took out the Grade Two Wu Hua Pill and fed it to him.
This Tier 2 Essence Pill was a divine healing pill. It melted the moment it entered Murong Ta's mouth. Murong Ta's entire body was wrapped in the radiance of the spirit medicine, and his body exuded a strong medicinal fragrance.
"Bang!"
At the same time, Feng Feiyun couldn't hold on any longer. He fell to the ground and fainted. Traces of blood seeped out from his Dantian and dyed his clothes red.
He was indeed wounded a long time ago, especially during the fight against Gu Qing.
Gu Qing was truly too powerful. Even a Spirit Treasure might not be able to stop that supreme sword technique. Feng Feiyun could only use a technique that would injure both sides in order to have a chance at victory.
Although Gu Qing's sword was blocked by the Evil Woman's Corpse Palace, it was enough to injure Feng Feiyun's vitality. He had to rely on his powerful willpower to come back in one step.
Otherwise, he would have died in the Martial Exhibition Tower.
Murong Ta slowly sat up from the stone bed and stared at the unconscious Feiyun for a long time. His fingers formed a sword seal, and he hesitated for a long time. In the end, he put it away.
He lay back down again!
The night became a bit dreary and full of the unknown.
When Feng Feiyun woke up again, it was already the morning of the third day. The warm sunlight shined in from outside the cave, but at this moment, he was lying on top of the stone bed with a straw quilt covering his body.
The wound on his dantian had been cleaned and bandaged. Even the wounds on his shoulders, chest, and legs were covered with medicinal herbs. Only the wound on his inner thigh was still painful.
"This Murong Ta!" Feng Feiyun slightly shook his head and smiled.
Feng Feiyun cultivated the Immortal Phoenix Physique, so his recovery speed was extremely fast. It was ten times faster than an ordinary person, so he didn't need any spirit medicines to recover on his own.
After two days of rest, thirty to forty percent of his injuries had recovered. In the eyes of ordinary people, this was an absolutely frightening recovery speed.
After walking out of the cave, there was a dark green lake and a green bamboo that rose from the ground. Perhaps because the bamboo had absorbed too much spirit energy, it was translucent like jade.
Murong Ta consumed the Calamus Root and a second-grade Nature Pill. After two days of rest, his body had recovered a lot. He caught a few freshwater fish in the lake and was burning the bamboo leaves to roast them.
There was a row of iron rods on top of the bamboo branches. Occasionally, he would add some seasonings from who knows where. It was a simple tool and a few simple seasonings, but the aroma of the roasted fish drifted far away. Feng Feiyun couldn't help but take a sniff.
It had to be said that Murong Ta really had the demeanor of a great chef!
"Do you often roast meat at night?" Feng Feiyun slowly walked out of the bamboo forest.
Murong Ta sat on the ground with a smile on his sallow and emaciated face. "I've been starving since I was young. If I didn't find my own food, I would have starved to death long ago."
He handed a praying mat woven from bamboo leaves to Feng Feiyun.
The praying mat was very intricately woven. There were a total of three layers, and it was very comfortable to sit on.
"Oh right, I haven't heard about your family. Is it convenient for you to tell me?" Feng Feiyun smiled.
Murong Ta's expression suddenly became a little unnatural. He was silent as he flipped the roasted fish in his hand. After a long time, he said, "I don't have a family."
"How can a person not have a family?" Feng Feiyun said.
"For as long as I can remember, everyone called me a little bastard, including my brother and father. Even the servants called me that. Only my mother wouldn't call me Ta 'er. I don't want such a family." Murong Ta clenched his fists tightly. Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his mouth.
"Are you not your father's biological son?" Feng Feiyun said.
"No biological father would call his own son a bastard. Moreover, he is the famous Heaven Shaking Marquis, Murong Chengde." Murong Ta said.
"You are the son of the Heaven Shaking Marquis?" Feng Feiyun's expression became a bit happy.
"No, he has never considered me his son, and I have never considered him my father. In my heart, there is only Mother, only Mother, never a father …" He kept repeating these words.
Feng Feiyun continued: "Is your mother the eighth concubine of the Heaven Shaking Marquis?"
Murong Ta exclaimed: "How did you know?"
Feng Feiyun laughed. So he was Liu Qing's son. Could this be the legendary fate?
Murong Ta said: "Unfortunately, my mother died three months ago from illness. Before her death, she wanted me to learn no matter what and become a great Treasure Seeking Master. Otherwise, I would be letting down her spirit in heaven."
Feng Feiyun originally wanted to tell him that he actually had a father, but after hearing this, he swallowed his words. In the end, he had just lost his mother. If he knew that his biological father had passed away, then he would be even sadder.
"I will help you." Feng Feiyun said.
"You can help me fulfill my mother's last wish?" Murong Ta asked.
"You are a natural born spiritualist, so it is not difficult for you to become a great Treasure Seeking Master. You only lack a cultivation manual that a Treasure Seeking Master should have."
Feng Feiyun slowly took out a corner of the Eight Arts Volume from his Boundary Spirit Stone, but he quickly put it back.
Feng Feiyun felt that he had wronged Liu Qing, so he wanted to make it up to his son. However, this was not the time to pass down a divine scripture like the Eight Arts Volume to him. He had to wait until he had a solid foundation.
If Feng Feiyun knew that the eighth concubine of the Heaven Shaking Marquis did not die from illness but from Ji Cangyue's hands, how would he feel?
If Feng Feiyun knew that the real Murong Ta had also died in the hands of Ji Cangyue, how would he feel?