The Feng Zun Journey
Qinglong Courtyard
This newcomer was none other than Emperor Long's personal bodyguard, Jiu Feng.
Feng Zun did not think this was strange at all.
Not long after his group entered the Nine Furnace City, he sensed that the soldiers of the Long Empire were aware of who he was.
So it would be even stranger if Jiu Feng did not appear.
“Daoist Partners, My Lord has cleaned and prepared the Qinglong Page. We are ready and waiting for you.”
Jiu Feng again said with a smile, “In addition, after you settle there, My Lord will visit you personally.”
He looks very happy.
“Qinglong Page?” a memorable expression appeared in Feng Zun's eyes. "Let's go."
The group then boarded the bronze carriage and proceeded towards the Qinglong Courtyard.
The Qinglong courtyard stood near the edge of the Golden Sky Lake.
It was a perfect and sunny spring day, and a warm breeze blew by.
The willow trees were verdant, and the flowers had bloomed completely.
Qinglong page as if reborn, Feng Zun still remembered how he was when he left.
Back then, the cold had frozen the earth, and the frost had killed the vegetation. The trees and grasses had withered, making the garden in the residence look gloomy.
Now, however, trees and flowers flourished, and the bamboo grew tall stoutly.
The very clear and refreshing pool water is flowing and overflowing.
Wherever he looked, spring was already beginning to be felt.
However, shortly after he started evaluating the courtyard, Feng Zun's nostrils widened, “Did anyone live here before?”
Jiu Feng was surprised, “How do you know that, Fellow Daoist?”
Feng Zun laughed, “I just happened to smell a somewhat different smell.”
“So so.”
Jiu Feng thought about it, then said, “There is no need to hide it. The mother of His Highness Qingyuan, as well as her friends, had recently been staying temporarily here. However, they have moved since two days ago.”
He paused for a moment, then added, “Daoist Dean, rest assured. That we had previously cleaned and replaced all things on the Qinglong.” Page
Feng Zun did not mind that part. Instead, he asked with great interest, “Can you tell me about the mother of Long Qingyuan?”
Jiu Feng hesitated, then said, “Daoist Dean, I dare not discuss this matter, as it will surpass my limits and authority. All I can say is that she was once the woman my master loved the most in this world, but she left the Long Empire many years ago. As for the rest.. If you are really interested, you should ask directly to My Lord.”
Feng Zun smiled, “That's no problem.”
After everything was sorted out, Jiu Feng rushed off.
Then Feng Zun took out his favorite rattan chair and lay down beside the fish pond.
The water was clear and there were lotus leaves floating on its surface.
Goldfish swam here and there, occasionally jumping out of the water and causing ripples.
“It's been months since I last saw you guys. Turns out you guys are getting thinner.”
Feng Zun took out a handful of moon shells and threw them into the pond, the spiritual goldfish instantly started fighting over them.
Shuoxue walked over and asked with a smile, “Sister Feng, I plan to take Master and Tianba for a walk in the city, do you want to come along?"
“You all have fun.”
Feng Zun was not tempted.
He usually had no interest in taking a walk in the city, he only ventured into the frenzy of mortal dust when a bad mood struck him.
"Alright, then, we'll leave.” Shuoxue waved, and before long, the three left.
Time pass.
The shadows of the trees and flowers gradually shifted and overlapped each other.
Feng Zun was still lying on his favorite rattan chair.
It seemed like he was sleeping, but actually, he was cultivating.
On his way to the Long Empire, he continued refining the three types of peerless Dao Elements, the Five Elements, Wind and Thunder, as well as Yin and Yang.
The three types of Dao Elements had taken the first step towards fusion. Gradually, they revealed a completely different mystic.
This was the aura of the Mysterious Truth of Creation. It had a dark, chaotic quality, and a dense atmosphere of creation.
When the GrandDao Spirit Palace was formed, it was like a Grand Dao furnace within a body. It contains the Grand Dao that will purify the source of power.
"After I have completely mastered and refined the three types of peerless Dao Elements into the Mysterious Truth of Creation, the power of my Grand Dao will truly reach the Spirit Dao level...
"With my current level of progress, I should be able to fully condense the Mysterious Truth of Creation within seven days...
When that time comes, my strength will definitely surge to a new level."
However, refining this Mysterious Truth would require a lot of earnest effort…
The stronger the Mysterious Truth you mentioned, the greater its resonance with heaven and earth in battle. The mastery of one's Dao magic would be increasingly smooth, and their power would become even more terrifying.
...
The night is approaching.
The sun sets very dazzlingly.
Dusk is when day and night change places, a vision of the intersection between the pure and the impure.
Suddenly, a figure streaked past the residence wall and landed in the courtyard.
He was a yellow-robed middle-aged man, he had the demeanor of a simple man, and he carried a fan made of jade.
He obviously came here uninvited, but he felt like at home by himself, he looked very relaxed and calm.
The middle-aged man scanned the area, then set his gaze on the young man lying beside the fish pond, “Are you the only one here, little boy?”
"No." said Feng Zun "There are demon beasts here as well."
“Villain animal cultivator?” exclaimed the yellow-robed middle-aged man, "Where is he? Why don't I see it?”
“Are you not a demon animal cultivator?” asked Feng Zun.
The middle-aged man's pupils narrowed slightly, and he laughed, “I didn't expect it, but it turns out your eyes are a bit sharp! Little boy, I heard that there is an honored guest of the Great Emperor staying at this Qinglong Courtyard. Don't tell... What they're talking about is actually you?”
Feng Zun still seemed to be casually asleep in his chair, and he did not move his eyelids in the slightest.
He just said, “Stop your bullshit and tell me why you're here.”
The yellow-robed, middle-aged man frowned, and he could not help but reevaluate Feng Zun once more.