The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

Ling Feng stared blankly at the two women for a moment. The two women were quite observant and noticed Ling Feng's brief moment of distraction, but they did not make a fuss.

I was just a little curious. This young master, who hadn't been here for several years, was acting rather strangely today.

Suppressing their curiosity, the two women invited Ling Feng into the manor, and Ling Feng, without any hesitation, followed them inside.

Although the two girls were already in their twenties, they rarely went out, so they were quite innocent and open-minded, asking Ling Feng all sorts of interesting things along the way.

Especially after hearing that Ling Feng had gone out some time ago, they wanted him to recount his experience.

To satisfy their curiosity, Ling Feng recounted his experiences on this trip, which immediately drew gasps of surprise from the two women.

Before long, the two women brought Ling Feng to Tingxiang Pavilion. After serving him tea, they kept pestering him to continue telling his stories.

Seeing that they were listening intently, Ling Feng continued his story, and no one came to disturb him during this time.

You should know that right now, Azhu and Abi are basically in charge of the entire Canhe Village. Without their invitation, no one will come to disturb them.

After Murong Bo faked his death, he didn't stay here. Murong Fu also went out to become a traitor some time ago. So, the entire Canhe Manor is now without a master. As a result, only A'Zhu and A'Bi, Murong Fu's two maids, are the most powerful.

Ling Feng embellished his experiences and told them as a story, eliciting gasps of surprise from them.

Ling Feng's story lasted for quite some time before he finished, leaving the two women wanting more. They remarked that his trip had been truly perilous.

When he had some free time, Ling Feng also completed the sign-in task for this trip.

"Ding"

"Check-in successful"

"Received sign-in reward: Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, ten years of cultivation time for any martial art."

"Ding"

"Next check-in location: Xingzilin within a month."

Upon seeing the sign-in reward, Ling Feng was extremely excited. He knew that the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were very compatible with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, both of which followed a fierce and powerful approach. This allowed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill to be brought to its fullest potential.

Ling Feng did not hesitate at all and immediately began to learn the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Instantly, Ling Feng gained many insights into the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and he was now able to use this palm technique at will.

Next, Ling Feng devoted ten years of his cultivation time to the Northern Darkness Divine Art. After all, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art had already reached the ninth level, and it would be difficult to reach the tenth level in a short time. The Northern Darkness Divine Art was much better for improving his skills.

After ten years of cultivation, Ling Feng's Ren and Du meridians were opened, and his internal strength broke through from the first-class level to the early stage of the Innate Realm.

After reaching the Innate Realm, one's internal energy becomes inexhaustible. Of course, this is just normal consumption. If one were to directly compete with another in terms of internal energy, there would still be times when one's internal energy would be depleted.

With both techniques now at the Innate level, his combat power has naturally been greatly enhanced. Ling Feng is now confident that he will not be defeated even if he fights a peak Innate level expert head-on.

Now that his combat power has been enhanced, Ling Feng is no longer worried about the approaching Kumārajīva. After all, Kumārajīva is at most at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm. Even if he has the combat power of the late-stage of the Innate Realm, Ling Feng is not afraid at all.

Ling Feng had no idea when Kumārajīva would arrive, and he had no other good ideas, so he could only wait here for him to come.

Two days passed, and Kumārajīva still hadn't come. Ling Feng wondered if Kumārajīva wouldn't come here again without Duan Yu as the living sword manual.

But then I thought that he wasn't really coming to pay his respects, so he'll probably still come eventually.

Fortunately, Ling Feng was entertained by A Zhu and A Bi these past two days, so he wasn't too bored. They both really enjoyed listening to Ling Feng tell stories.

Ling Feng then took out some novels from later generations to tell stories, and he could talk about any one of them for days and nights. So, they spent the last two days listening to and telling stories.

On the third day at noon, just as the two women were about to continue listening to the story, a boat suddenly appeared on the distant lake, forcing them to pause their tale.

As the ship drew closer, Ling Feng finally smiled, for he saw the Tibetan monk on board—it was none other than Kumārajīva, whom he had been waiting for.

The three of them arrived at the dock together, ready to wait for the ship to dock and greet the passengers.

Although Kumārajīva saw three people on the dock, he did not look closely and therefore did not immediately realize that it was Ling Feng on the shore.

If he saw Ling Feng here, he would probably turn around and run away immediately.

After the boat docked, Kumārajīva finally saw Ling Feng standing on the shore, but it was too late to run. He exclaimed in alarm:

"Boy, what are you doing here? Are you also from the Murong family?"

"Haha, great monk, we've met again. Don't worry, I'm not related to the Murong family, I'm just a relative of his."

Kumārajīva was genuinely wary of encountering Ling Feng again, since he couldn't defeat Ling Feng. However, considering his purpose in coming here, he didn't want to give up so easily.

"Oh, since you are not a member of the Murong family, please do not disturb my offering of sacrifices to Elder Murong."

“Master, please do as you please. I will not stop you.”

As long as he doesn't go to Mantuo Manor, Ling Feng naturally won't stop him. After all, the Murong family has nothing to do with him, so why should he meddle in other people's business?

When Kumārajīva heard Ling Feng say this, he didn't know if it was true or false, but since Ling Feng had already said so, he didn't intend to cause any more trouble.

A'Zhu, who overheard their conversation, turned to Ling Feng and asked:

"Young Master, do you know this master?"

Ling Feng didn't hide anything from A Zhu's question and told her directly.

"Yes, I met him once in Dali before. He is the Tibetan national teacher Kumārajīva I was talking about."

Having heard of Ling Feng's experiences before, and now hearing that the person before them was the Tibetan National Preceptor, the two women dared not be negligent and quickly greeted Kumārajīva:

"Master has come from afar; I'm sure the old man would be pleased to know this in the afterlife."

Hearing A Zhu's words, Ling Feng chuckled inwardly.

After all, Kumārajīva was clearly a weasel paying respects to a chicken, harboring ill intentions, while Murong Bo, that old fellow, had also faked his death to escape.

Therefore, in Ling Feng's view, A Zhu's words implied both of them, only the two protagonists were unaware of it.

Because Ling Feng was present, Kumārajīva dared not act forcefully and could only pretend to say:

“Amitabha. I was deeply saddened to hear of the passing of Elder Murong some time ago, which is why I have traveled a long distance to pay my respects and express my gratitude for his guidance back then.”

“Since you have come from afar, Master, I will take you to the tomb of the Master.”

"Thank you, benefactor."

Kumārajīva spoke with such sorrow that A'Zhu had no doubts.

Following A'Zhu's footsteps, the group arrived at Murong Bo's tomb. The tomb was indeed extremely luxurious, indicating that Murong Fu had put in considerable effort.

Kumārajīva pretended to go to the tomb to pay his respects, while Ling Feng and the other two stood aside and watched.

After the worship, he didn't say he was leaving, so A'Zhu could only take him to Tingxiang Pavilion to entertain him.

Because Ling Feng was there, Kumārajīva didn't dare to force his way in. He thought he would stay there and try to investigate tonight, hoping to find something out.