Mysterious mirror hanging high

Red Dust Sea, Tingfeng Island, Feng Family Land

Two beams of light landed on Tingfeng Island, revealing two figures, which were Jing Yu and Feng Lingye.

"finally reached!"

After the Golden Core Ceremony ended, Jing Yu did not delay much. After giving some instructions to Sun Baiyuan and Song Jinghong, he followed Feng Lingye to the Feng family. After advancing to the Golden Core stage, Jing Yu's escape speed increased greatly, but he also had to take Feng Lingye's escape speed into consideration. It took nearly ten days to finally reach the destination.

They escaped to the outside of the Feng family's territory and were blocked by the Nascent Soul Formation. Feng Lingye took out a token and waved it at the formation, and a hole was immediately opened in the Nascent Soul Formation.

Jing Yu followed Feng Lingye and asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Feng, your clan's Nascent Soul Formation doesn't cover a very large area? It seems to only encompass this core area."

Feng Lingye smiled bitterly upon hearing this and said, "Master, you're overthinking it. Firstly, Tingfeng Island is simply too vast. I'm afraid there's no Nascent Soul Formation in the world that can cover such a large area. Secondly, my Feng family has only been at the Nascent Soul level for a few hundred years. Our foundation is not as rich as those of the thousands-year-old immortals. The Nascent Soul Formation consumes quite a lot of energy, so we can only use this inferior one to fill the gap for now."

"This [Nine Heavens Refining Wind and Cloud Formation], which isn't very good on the market, was bought by my master when he was promoted to the rank of True Lord. I used the gifts I received at the Nascent Soul Ceremony to piece together..."

Jing Yu nodded silently and followed Feng Lingye into the Feng family's territory. They passed through a vast martial arts training ground. There seemed to be some kind of competition going on in the training ground. Hundreds of cultivators gathered there, some practicing Qi and some building their foundation. There was also a real person in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm who was presiding over the competition.

Feng Lingye didn't wait for Jing Yu to ask, and explained in a very understanding manner:

"My family is currently holding the [Clan Grand Competition] held every ten years. All participants are the Foundation Establishment cultivators in our family. This competition is a brief one-on-one competition, designed to assess the cultivation achievements of the Foundation Establishment cultivators in our family over the past ten years. The rewards are quite generous."

"I had originally planned to take the Foundation Establishment descendants of my clan to witness the Immortal's Golden Elixir Ceremony, but I happened to run into the Grand Competition, so I didn't go."

Feng Lingye praised Jing Yu, half sincerely, half flatteringly, "If I had known that the Master's sermons were so penetrating and to the point... even if I had to not participate in this competition, I would have dragged these direct descendants to listen! The benefits Lingye gained from listening to the Master's sermons would far surpass the prize for winning first place in the competition."

"Then wouldn't I have missed Fellow Daoist Feng's clan competition?" Jing Yu teased.

Feng Lingye smiled implicitly: "I never participate in this kind of competition."

Jing Yu swept his eyes over the hundreds of cultivators and was surprised to find that at least six of them had strong foundations and powerful magical powers. The light of their magical powers was like fireflies in the dark night, and they were all real golden elixir seeds.

Jing Yu was secretly astonished. "As expected of the Nascent Soul Immortal Clan, there are at least six Golden Core Seeds among the current Foundation Establishment lineage, and some of them are even talented enough to achieve mid-grade or high-grade elixirs... This foundation is truly unmatched by the Golden Core families."

When Feng Lingye passed by the martial arts arena, the Jindan Zhenren who was presiding over the competition instantly stood up from his seat and bowed.

The Feng Family cultivators who were originally watching the excitement turned around at the same time. They were all stunned when they saw Feng Lingye, and then they bowed in unison and said:

"I've met the eldest young master!"

Feng Lingye nodded in response with a smile, but did not stop there. Instead, he took Jing Yu up the stairs and walked towards the [Listening Wind Cliff] which was the highest and most spiritually rich cliff in the sea of ​​the tribe.

The two of them climbed up the mountain road. The higher they climbed, the steeper the terrain became. Since there was a no-fly zone in this area, in the second half, Jing Yu and Feng Lingye even had to hold on to the iron ropes hanging from the mountain road to climb up.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Jing Yu could already feel the strong wind blowing on his face. The whistling sound of the wind passed by his ears, like a sob, making him feel a little restless.

"Awesome!"

Jing Yu thought to himself, "There really is something special about this [Listening to the Wind Cliff]. The closer you get to the top, the stronger the strong wind becomes. This strong wind is pervasive, penetrating every pore, bit by bit into the body, and even causing some bruising. If you're not a cultivator who has achieved great success in physical training, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to hold out for long."

"And this wind sound has the effect of cholera the mind. Only those with strong spiritual power can remain unaffected."

"This place is naturally a treasured place for cultivating the body and soul!"

Looking at Feng Lingye, who was holding the iron chain and moving forward without any disturbance, Jing Yu nodded secretly:

"As expected of the Feng family's recognized Nascent Soul Seed, he's probably also practicing both Dharma and body, and has such a good character... No wonder Feng Qijie has such high hopes for him."

The two finally reached the top of the mountain. There was no wind or waves on the top of the mountain, and it was very quiet. The myriad strong winds had disappeared. There was no towering building on the top of the mountain that matched the Yuanying Zhenjun as Jing Yu had imagined. Instead, there were only a few simple bamboo huts. There was also a small pool next to the bamboo huts, in which seemed to be placed several magic swords of various shapes.

"My master is in the bamboo hut in the middle. Please go in."

Feng Lingye bowed and without waiting for Jing Yu's response, he walked into the bamboo hut on the far left, apparently to practice in seclusion.

Jing Yu had no choice but to walk to the bamboo hut in the middle. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and knocked on the bamboo door.

"Is Master Feng here? Junior Xuan Jing pays his respects to Master Feng."

"Come in."

The door of the bamboo hut suddenly opened by itself, and Jing Yu stepped in. He saw a middle-aged man in a white robe sitting upright, fiddling with a set of tea sets in his hands and pouring tea for himself.

Jing Yu looked closely and saw that the middle-aged man was thin, but had a square face, a beard that was obviously carefully trimmed, and extremely thick eyebrows that were almost connected. It was completely different from the image of Feng Qijie that Jing Yu had imagined.

He thought to himself, "It's rumored that Master Feng's natal flying sword is a broadsword the size of a door panel. I wonder if that's true? I wonder what it would be like to see this small figure wielding a large sword."

"sit."

Feng Qijie didn't even raise his head, still brewing tea by himself, but his movements were quick and decisive, and he poured a cup of the best spiritual tea into the cup on the table opposite him.

Jing Yu sat down obediently opposite Feng Qijie, picked up the cup of spiritual tea, took a sip, and praised sincerely:

“Good tea!”

Feng Qijie raised his eyes slightly and said in a muffled voice: "Why, do you know some tea art?"

"I only know a little bit. It's just a hobby and not something I can show off." Jing Yu whispered.

"That's not bad."

Feng Qijie nodded and said, "These days, most cultivators devote all their energy to seeking the Dao. Few have the money and leisure to appreciate spiritual tea. Only those at high positions in the Jindan and Yuanying stages have the time and energy to do so."

"You are so young, yet you possess such leisure and elegance. Furthermore, your cultivation progress is incredibly fast. I imagine you must be someone with a significant background!"