bayedsolid Chapter 265 Taking Leave to Go Out
Chapter 265 Taking Leave to Go Out
The next day, Feng Ping came to report that Uncle Liu Yuan had come to visit.
Today, Feng Ping was even more obedient and respectful.
When bowing and paying respects, they lowered their bodies even further.
Yesterday, Elder Zhang Meng rejected 'Ten Thousand Skulls Peak' in person and proposed a three-for-one exchange, which was something he hadn't expected.
As for claims of having a good rapport with someone or being an outstanding disciple, those are pure fabrications.
As the eldest disciple, he knew that Elder Zhang Meng had never inquired about the child from beginning to end.
He felt that his hope of escaping the sea of suffering that was Mingling Peak was becoming increasingly slim.
No matter how difficult it is, he will do his best!
There was nothing they could do; the elders of Mingling Peak only had Foundation Establishment cultivation.
Moreover, in recent years, Elder Zhang Meng has been almost entirely focused on his own cultivation and has rarely cared about the disciples within the peak.
Even though he was the senior disciple of Mingling Peak, he did not receive any special treatment.
Furthermore, there are only eight people in the peak, and the amount of resources distributed on a daily basis is limited, making it difficult for them to embezzle.
As the senior disciple of Mingling Peak, he increasingly felt that staying here would limit his potential and hinder his development.
He is ambitious and has aspirations.
Having finally gotten the chance to cultivate immortality, he wanted to go to the top of the nine heavens and experience the scenery from there.
Instead of wasting time in a dead-end place.
……
Before long, Liu Yuan, accompanied by three teenagers, returned to the guest hall.
"It seems that Master Wan Ku really values this child very much."
Lin Changsheng smiled and looked at the three children, two boys and a girl, beside Liu Yuan, and said cheerfully.
"These three are immortal seedlings specially selected by Master for Elder Zhang Meng. Please accept them carefully, Elder Zhang."
Liu Yuan gave a forced, sinister smile, which held a deeper meaning.
"Feng Ping, from now on these three will be disciples of our Mingling Peak. I'll take them around to familiarize themselves with the place later."
Lin Changsheng smiled and gestured for Feng Ping to hand over the fair-skinned child beside him to Liu Yuan to take away.
Feng Ping, who was usually obedient, stood there stunned and did not immediately carry out Lin Changsheng's words.
At this moment, the child next to Feng Ping suddenly threw himself onto Liu Yuan's lap and said what he had prepared beforehand: "Second Uncle, Senior Brother Feng Ping has taken good care of me. Could Senior Brother Feng Ping come back to 'Ten Thousand Skulls Peak' with us?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Yuan frowned slightly.
Lin Changsheng, on the other hand, leisurely ate his fruit and snacks.
Without warning, Feng Ping, who was standing to the side, suddenly knelt down on the ground and banged his head against the ground repeatedly.
"We beg the elder to grant our request!"
……
Half a day later, at the dining hall of Mingling Peak.
“Hao Chi, Feng Ping has gone to ‘Ten Thousand Skulls Peak’. I heard that you two are usually very close. If you want to follow him and pursue your future, this elder will not stop you.”
Lin Changsheng looked at the square-faced boy in front of him, his tone indifferent.
"Elder, Senior Brother Feng Ping has lofty ambitions. If he displeases you, I am willing to take the punishment in his place!"
Hao Chi was terrified and immediately knelt down.
"You don't want to leave? Tell the truth."
"If I leave, what will happen to the meals of these new junior brothers and sisters? Back then, Mingling Peak gave me a full meal. Now that we need people, even if I never succeed in my cultivation in this life, I will stay here to do a good job in logistical support and share the burden of the elders."
Within a single day, two disciples from Mingling Peak knelt in fear and trepidation, but their purposes were completely different.
"Remember what you said."
Hao Chi, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but kowtow again respectfully after hearing Elder Zhang Meng's calm words.
After a long while, feeling sore and tired all over, and realizing there was no more movement in front of him, he dared to secretly look up.
The area in front of them was now empty; Elder Zhang Meng had vanished without a trace.
On the chopping board beside him were two thin books.
Hao Chi was taken aback at first, but couldn't help but reach out his hand out of curiosity.
'Barbarian Demon Technique'
'Spiritual Chef Heritage'
A bright light gradually appeared in the eyes of the honest-looking boy.
……
half a month later.
Lin Changsheng piloted the Water Cloud Boat and flew away from Mingling Peak.
Inside the flying boat, he mentally reviewed the map of the cultivation world of Gunzhou from the memories of 'True Poison Heaven'.
A few days ago, he reported to the sect leader, Master Tan, that he was going out on leave under the pretext of collecting spiritual materials for Core Formation.
Actually, he planned to go to Gunzhou to find a place with earth vein fire to refine the Golden Core.
If the process goes smoothly, the patient can return in just three to five months.
In any case, the new disciples of Mingling Peak still need some time to cultivate their divine sense. This step can only be done by themselves, and no external force can interfere.
If things don't go smoothly, it could take a year and a half, or even three to five years, just to find a suitable ley line fire.
In response, Lin Changsheng had already made preparations and asked the fake Dan Zhenren Gui Shier to teach some promising disciples if he was unable to return in a short time.
Although they are all immortal seedlings with low-grade spiritual roots, there are subtle differences between them.
Besides spiritual talent, a person's comprehension, focus, temperament, enlightenment, affinity for ghost cultivation techniques, and even special physical constitutions can all influence their achievements.
These things cannot be detected by any means.
……
Two years later.
It is about ten miles outside of Mingling Peak.
Three or four boys dressed in black surrounded an eight or nine-year-old boy dressed in the same clothes.
"Hey kid, why have you been bringing less and less food lately? Have you been stealing it?"
Among the group, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen stared wide-eyed at a pot of mixed spiritual herbs stewed with demonic beast meat in his hand, and said with great dissatisfaction.
“I didn’t steal any food. It’s just that our senior brother was worried that the nutritional benefits would diminish over time, so we could only eat in the restaurant. I was the one who secretly took these out.”
The eight- or nine-year-old boy gritted his teeth and said stubbornly.
On one side of his cheek was a clear handprint with five fingers visible, and there were also several messy footprints on his robe.
"Your Mingling Peak has weak elders, and your disciples are also incredibly weak. It's a waste to have such good food."
The boy who had spoken earlier grabbed the boy by the collar and threatened him fiercely, "I'll give you three days to figure out how to lure out that good-for-nothing senior brother from your Netherworld Peak so he can cook us a meal, or you can just wait to become food for my puppet ghost!"
"Also, if you see any disciples of our 'Ten Thousand Skulls Peak' in the future, remember to take a detour!"
The boy was pushed away and stumbled to the ground.
His disheveled appearance provoked the teenagers to laugh at him without restraint.
Watching the figures of the group disappear into the distance, the boy's eyes reddened and welled up with tears, but he forced them back. His slightly childish face was filled with hatred.
Brushing the dust off his body, the boy made a hand seal, and a thin wisp of black mist rose from beneath his feet, swaying and lifting him two or three zhang off the ground, slowly flying towards the Netherworld Peak.
Evening, in the dining hall.
"Junior Brother Lu Ming, you usually eat the most, how come you're still so thin?"
The eldest brother, Hao Chi, placed a large bowl of steaming food in front of the boy with a concerned look in his eyes.
When Hao Chi saw the boy's dirty Taoist robe, he frowned slightly and said earnestly, "Junior Brother Lu Ming, did you get into a fight with other peak disciples again? You know the situation of our Mingling Peak. Elder Zhang Meng is away and has not returned. During this time, try not to cause trouble."
A fleeting hint of tenderness appeared in Lu Ming's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by stubbornness. After finishing his meal with gusto, he coldly tossed out, "None of your business!"
Hao Chi was having a major headache with this somewhat rebellious junior brother.
Every time he returns from his shift in Green Fairy City, he seems to rebel fiercely.
"It seems that my junior brothers are still too young and their shifts are too strenuous. I need to find a way to prepare some meals to cheer them up."
Hao Chi held his rice bowl, lost in thought.
at night.
The Mingling Peak Dojo was completely silent.
A small figure ventured out of the area where the disciples lived and arrived at the secluded foot of the mountain.
As he arrived, a cold wind blew out from the valley, and the surrounding temperature seemed to be affected, dropping slightly.
Immediately afterwards, the yin wind transformed into a semi-transparent black shadow, cheering and leaping around Lu Ming.
Looking at the puppet ghost that was half a head taller than him, Lu Ming's eyes revealed excitement. He immediately stretched out his slender arm, took out his small knife, and made a new cut among several old and new wounds.
As if smelling a highly nourishing substance, the puppet demon gently inhaled, and long threads of blood were drawn from Lu Ming's body and flowed into its mouth.
"Eat up, eat more, it'll be quick!"
Lu Ming didn't care about the loss of life force in his body. He just looked at the increasingly solidified puppet ghost in front of him, and a hint of resentment appeared on his small face.