The Feng Zun Journey
Bell Sound

“And that was before considering that this world was not short of accidental lucky encounters, which would usually help their cultivation, moreover, it was also still medicines and divine spiritual materials capable of transforming the talent of a cultivator. However, all this still depends on your own hard work, you have to look for it yourself.”

His words touched the hearts of Shuoxue and Daoist Haoran.

Tianba chirped,

“I understand! As long as one worked hard, then that person had the chance to change everything! But talent? Although it defies the heavens, everything will be in vain if you do not work hard!”

Feng Zun nodded, "Right."

“I know even though he is your enemy, you simply admire the character of Guodong Feng.” Shuoxue said with a smile.

Feng Zun said casually, “More than him, I admire the power of your comprehension in terms of swordsmanship. Oh yeah, it reminds me of something...

“Two old monks ever argue. Some say that the body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is a clear mirror. The surface needs to be polished constantly so that dust does not accumulate...

“Another monk says Bodhi is enlightenment, in the beginning it is not a tree, and the mirror is not the holder. The void is basically pure, so how could dust possibly accumulate?"

“Which monk do you think is truer?”

As he spoke, Feng Zun looked at Shuoxue, but Tianba first interrupted, “Second monk!”

Daoist Haoran nodded in agreement.

However, Shuoxue hesitated. “In terms of raw power of understanding, the second monk is naturally superior. However, in terms of cultivation, the first is better.”

Feng Zun smiled, “That's one of the correct ways to understand it. There are many different views among Buddhists on this issue, but for sword cultivators like us, both are correct. The two concepts complement each other.”

“They complement each other?” The three friends asked in confusion.

“The first sentence emphasizes polishing one's foundation during cultivation, while the second sentence is about enlightenment. Only by 'polishing the mirror' regularly, you can achieve instantaneous enlightenment and get a breakthrough.”

Shuoxue pondered for a moment, then she said, “Although I am not a Buddhist cultivator, your explanation best fits my perception.”

Feng Zun smiled, “If talking about the Sword Dao, your speed in comprehending things far surpasses Guodong Feng. However, in the future, you also have to remember to take the time to polish and train yourself well.”

Shuoxue's heart trembled, she suddenly realized that Feng Zun was using this as an opportunity to give enlightenment in his cultivation!

His gaze was firm, and he said softly, “Sister Feng, rest assured. I will definitely remember it in earnest.”

The bonfire is burning.

Time pass.

Feng Zun had already told Shuoxue, Daoist Haoran, and Tianba that he was heading towards the capital of the Long Dynasty, Nine Furnace City. 

However, Shuoxue was a little worried about Daoist Haoran and Tianba. After all, now that the three of them had left the Divine Sword Palace and become independent cultivators with no sect, they no longer had supporting pillars.

Shuoxue related her worry to Feng Zun, who then laughed, "Just relax, when the real Radiant Age begins, the balance of world power will definitely change again. No one knows who will smile in the end. Until then, all we need to do is calm down and wait.”

Shuoxue nodded.

It's late at night. In the entire wilderness, everything was silent and silent, except for the occasional roar of a savage beast.

But suddenly...

Feng Zun's brows instantly lifted, and he looked outside the temple.

An extremely faint and barely audible bell sound resounded deep within the night sky. The voice was melodious and delicate, with a strange and extremely mysterious quality.

Why... the sound of the bells appeared in this world? Feng Zun became dazed, he looked extremely shocked, as if he did not dare to believe his ears.

Moments later, he quietly got up, “Shuoxue, you all have to stay here for a while. I'll take a walk.”

Shuoxue was still holding an Immortal God level talisman in her hand, naturally Feng Zun was not too worried.

...

The night was as dark as black ink, with no moon or stars.

A solitary human being travels uncontrollably blindly through a dark wilderness.

His hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, his face was pale and stiff, his eyes were hollow, as if he had lost his soul.

This was none other than Guodong Feng!

Suddenly, the sound of a smooth and melodious bell resounded throughout the night sky.

Guodong Feng instantly stiffened, and suddenly recovered from his chaotic and dazed mental state.

He looked around, only to find that he had been in the middle of a wilderness that was completely unfamiliar to him.

"And here I thought my sword heart was as strong as iron, I thought that even if heaven and earth were to exchange, it would not be able to affect my mental state....

"Who would have thought today's defeat would make me completely lose control to such an extent…?"

Guodong Feng sighed to himself.

He had already realized how dangerous his mental state was before. If not for the melodious sound of those bells, it was likely that he was still in a daze, no different from a walking corpse!

Wait, the bells?

Why is there a bell at night so late, and in the depths of this wilderness? Where did that sound come from?

Guodong Feng scanned his surroundings in confusion. 

He suddenly realized that, although he was not sure when it got there, he saw a burning lantern light shining under the curtains of a distant night.

Don't tell me there's a temple or something out there? 

Then Guodong Feng walked towards the light of the lantern in the distance.

Arriving there, he saw a bamboo building standing in front of the mountain.

The building was only two stories tall, and there was only one lantern hanging on its roof, but the light of its crowbar was full of warmth.

The sky and earth were dark, except for one lantern.

The trail of light emitted an atmosphere that he could not express with words. Just looking at it was calming, and it felt warm.

Guodong Feng looked up.

There was a nameplate hanging on the door of the bamboo building.

One word is written with uppercase : “Padaian”!

Under the orange glow of the lantern, the characters flickered and were invisible, adding mystery to the characters themselves.

Why would a pawnshop appear randomly in the middle of the wilderness? 

Guodong Feng realized something was wrong here, but he could not help his curiosity.

He wanted to go inside and investigate!