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

The next morning, while the sky was still shrouded in darkness, Ling Feng packed his bags early and quietly went outside.

He knew that if he waited until dawn to set off, he would inevitably face a heartbreaking farewell.

At this moment, all he wanted was to quietly leave this place under the cover of darkness before dawn.

Actually, Ling Feng's bundle didn't contain many items.

Apart from two sets of clothes to change into and some loose silver, there was nothing else.

However, he understood that when venturing out into the world, as long as he had money, many things could be resolved smoothly.

Of course, in addition to the bundle he carried with him, Ling Feng also brought along an ordinary iron sword.

After all, when traveling the martial arts world, one must always have a suitable weapon by one's side.

Ling Feng did not disturb anyone. He came to the ferry at the villa alone, randomly chose a small boat, and slowly rowed towards Suzhou.

As Ling Feng walked further and further away, he was unaware that in a secluded corner of the manor, a figure was silently watching him leave.

Only when his figure was completely out of sight on the lake did the figure turn away sadly.

In the instant he turned away, only a soft sigh remained, as if expressing endless reluctance and longing.

Before the sun had even risen, Wang Yuyan couldn't wait to get up and hurried to Ling Feng's villa.

She was anxious, as if something important was waiting for her to do.

However, when she arrived at Ling Feng's residence, she found it completely empty.

Her expectant gaze instantly dimmed, and a sense of disappointment suddenly welled up in her heart.

Only then did she realize that Ling Feng had left without saying goodbye.

Wang Yuyan stood quietly in front of Ling Feng's door, gazing at the empty room, as if she could see every little detail of the past through the air.

Her thoughts drifted away, recalling the days she spent with Ling Feng, and a touch of melancholy welled up in her heart.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses, but her eyes held a newfound determination.

It seems that at this moment, she made an important decision.

She turned and left in a hurry, her steps appearing somewhat rushed.

Not long after, she arrived at the Langhuan Jade Cave of Mantuo Villa.

This is where their family keeps their martial arts manuals; ordinary people simply cannot enter.

But at this moment, she walked in without hesitation, as if the answer she had been searching for was hidden there.

Upon entering the Langhuan Jade Cave, Wang Yuyan was immediately immersed in the vast world of martial arts.

She flipped through those ancient manuals one by one, trying to find a way to help her.

Time passed by, but she was completely unaware, immersed in exploring martial arts.

On the other side, Lingfeng docked at dawn.

Before long, it was already bright daylight, and the morning sun shone on him, bringing him a touch of warmth.

After mooring his small boat at the ferry, he immediately set off towards Suzhou.

Because of the numerous waterways surrounding Suzhou, water transportation here is exceptionally well-developed.

On his way to Suzhou, Ling Feng often saw groups of two or three pedestrians, which made his journey less lonely.

Along the way, he enjoyed the beautiful scenery and felt the charm of nature, and his mood gradually became more cheerful.

After arriving in Suzhou, Ling Feng first went to a restaurant, ordered some breakfast, and slowly savored it.

As he ate, he thought about his upcoming itinerary.

After finishing his meal, Ling Feng visited the properties that Mantuo Villa had acquired in Suzhou.

Mantuo Manor is a huge estate with dozens or even hundreds of residents, and its monthly expenses are enormous.

To maintain the normal operation of the manor, they naturally acquired many properties in Suzhou.

Ling Feng, as the young master of Mantuo Manor, used to come to Suzhou City often, so everyone here knows him.

As he entered the door, the guards at the entrance immediately bowed respectfully to him.

Ling Feng smiled and nodded, then walked straight in.

He didn't linger there and immediately ordered his men to bring a horse.

Ling Feng led his horse out of the city gate and embarked on his journey through the martial world.

The distance from Suzhou to Dali is not short, more than 4,000 li.

Even if he rode the fastest horse and traveled day and night, it would still take him more than a month to arrive.

Moreover, you may encounter all sorts of things on the road that could delay your trip.

But Ling Feng didn't care. He liked this feeling of freedom and enjoyed every moment of the journey.

He believes that during this long journey, he will encounter many interesting people and things, and gain more experience and growth.

He is fully prepared to meet the challenges of the future.

Because he was in a hurry, Ling Feng kept a very low profile and was very cautious throughout the journey.

He will never meddle in other people's business unless they provoke him.

After all, his time was very tight; he had to reach Dali within two months.

This journey alone will take more than a month. If other things delay it, then it will definitely not be able to reach the destination on time, thus missing the system's check-in date.

Ling Feng traveled non-stop, wasting almost no time except for necessary meals and rest.

Nevertheless, it still took him nearly a month and a half to finally reach Dali.

Throughout the journey, Ling Feng kept a low profile, but he still couldn't avoid some minor troubles.

Apart from a few robberies by bandits, everything else went relatively smoothly.

Ling Feng naturally showed no mercy to these bandits who robbed him on the road.

He was not a kind-hearted person, nor would he be magnanimous enough to forgive these bandits. Forgiving these bandits was the Buddha's business; he only needed to send them before the Buddha.

So, Ling Feng dealt with them on the spot without hesitation, sending them to report to Buddha.

The highest-ranking martial artist among these bandits was barely a second-rate fighter. To Ling Feng, a top-tier first-rate martial artist, these were nothing but small fry. As long as he guarded against their underhanded moves, the rest would be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

Along the way, Ling Feng's eyes were opened and his knowledge increased greatly.

Before this, he had always stayed in Suzhou and had almost no knowledge of the outside world.

This time, he actually traversed the entire Song Dynasty, running from the east to the west, experiencing all sorts of different customs and cultures along the way, which truly gave him a feast for the eyes.

Moreover, along the way, Ling Feng heard a great deal of news from restaurants and inns in various places.

In this era, restaurants and inns were basically important places for information dissemination; if you wanted to find out certain information, you couldn't go wrong by going there.

For example, his cousin Murong Fu, whom he was not very close to, had recently become quite famous in the martial arts world.

However, perhaps Murong Fu himself did not want to become famous in this way.

Recently, martial arts practitioners have been dying mysteriously, and almost all of them died from their own unique skills, which is truly puzzling.

Therefore, the most suspicious thing is the famous skill of the Murong family of Gusu - Dou Zhuan Xing Yi!

You should know that this "shifting of stars and the changing of the seasons" is often referred to as "using their own methods against them"!

Moreover, Murong Fu is currently the only member of the Murong family who is proficient in this skill, so these accusations naturally fall on his head.

Although Ling Feng knew the ins and outs of the matter, he did not intend to get involved.

After all, the Murong family is hardly a benevolent family.

Moreover, this matter involves a wide range of people and is unpredictable. Although Ling Feng calls himself "Little White Dragon in the Waves," he is worried that he will become deeply involved and unable to extricate himself.

Moreover, Murong Fu had previously tried to get closer to him, but for some reason, Ling Feng had an instinctive aversion to him and hadn't given him a friendly look before. Perhaps this was fate's will.

With her own example before her, Wang Yuyan was no longer as infatuated with her cousin as she had been in her previous life. Not to mention Madam Wang, who didn't particularly like Murong Fu to begin with.

Therefore, as a result, the relationship between the entire Mantuo Manor and the Murong family's Canhe Manor can be described as extremely bad. Under normal circumstances, the two sides would have no contact at all.

Upon entering the territory of the Dali Kingdom, one finds that the local customs and traditions differ considerably from those of the Central Plains, as most of the inhabitants are ethnic minorities.

However, for Ling Feng, who possesses memories of the future, these are not unusual things.

After all, in that great country of later generations—China—there were fifty-six ethnic groups, and he had seen all sorts of customs and traditions.

Ling Feng's destination this time is Wuliang Mountain, where there happens to be a sect called "Wuliang Sword Sect".

Although the Wuliang Sword Sect is only classified as a second-rate sect, it still enjoys a fairly high reputation in the small border country of Dali.

After making a few inquiries, Ling Feng easily found out the exact location of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Having already obtained such clear information, Ling Feng naturally wouldn't delay any longer and immediately spurred his horse towards Wuliang Mountain.

After all, he had less than half a month left to complete the mission. If he could not reach the destination and complete the mission as soon as possible, the operation would probably end in failure.

Fortunately, Ling Feng is now within the territory of Dali Kingdom, and it will only take about two days to travel from his current location to Wuliang Mountain.

Otherwise, Ling Feng might really suffer a setback and return empty-handed this time.

The two days passed in the blink of an eye. Apart from necessary meals and rest, Ling Feng spent almost all his time traveling during these two days. Finally, at noon on the third day, he successfully arrived at a small town at the foot of Wuliang Mountain.

Because this town is closely connected to the Wuliang Sword Sect, a martial arts sect, people from all walks of life can often be seen coming and going here.

Ling Feng walked here holding a long sword, without attracting too much attention or appearing out of place.

Now that he had arrived at this place, and there were still more than ten days left before the deadline set by the mission, Ling Feng was no longer as anxious and hurried as before.

He decided to settle down in the small town at the foot of the mountain first, and while he was at it, he would scout out the surrounding area and make thorough preparations before heading up the mountain.

Although it is adjacent to the Wuliang Sword Sect, the town is not large, after all, the Wuliang Sword Sect itself is only a second-rate sect.

However, despite its small size, the town has an inn and a restaurant.

After all, martial arts practitioners occasionally pass through this area, and with the addition of some disciples from the Wuliang Sword Sect, inns and restaurants still have a certain space to survive.

After settling in at the inn, Ling Feng planned to go out and gather some information before heading up the mountain the next day to find his destination, Langhuan Paradise.

The town wasn't very big to begin with, and Ling Feng walked through the entire town from one end to the other in no time, but he didn't get any useful information.

This made him realize that the only remaining inn and restaurant in the town belonged to the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Ling Feng could understand this, after all, the Wuliang Sword Sect also needed to survive, and it was normal for them to have their own businesses.

Ling Feng arrived at the only restaurant in town, ordered some food and drinks, found a table to sit down, and began to look around.

Because the town doesn't have a large flow of people, there weren't many customers in the restaurant. After Ling Feng came in, there were only three tables of customers, including him.

The other two tables, one of which looked like the home of a wealthy family, had a portly middle-aged man with two servants, both ordinary people who had no martial arts skills.

As for the other table, there were five people, three men and two women, with three swords and two knives on the table, clearly people from the martial arts world.

After observing and learning over this period, Ling Feng noticed that two of them possessed the strength of third-rate martial artists, while the other three were unranked martial artists. As for their identities, Ling Feng had no idea.

After glancing around casually, Ling Feng began eating and drinking on his own to avoid attracting their attention, while at the same time, he pricked up his ears, ready to listen carefully to their conversation.

The group observed Ling Feng coldly as he entered, but seeing that he made no other moves and that they could not discern that he possessed martial arts skills, they stopped paying attention to him.

They assumed he was just a rich young master from out of town on a trip, and resumed their eating, drinking, and chatting, though they deliberately kept their voices down.

One of the five men, a middle-aged man, took a sip of his drink before whispering:

"Did you know that we heard that the tribute our sect paid to Lingjiu Palace was withheld last time? The Divine Dragon Gang has received orders from Lingjiu Palace to come and cause trouble for our sect soon."

The middle-aged man started the conversation, and the other person chimed in:

"Where did you get this information? I've also heard that the Divine Dragon Gang seems to be preparing to mobilize all its forces this time. I wonder if we can overcome this crisis!"

Hearing what the two said, one of the women pondered and said:

"The sect leader's actions are truly unfathomable. For many years, tributes have been offered peacefully, so why deliberately withhold them this time? Provoking the Lingjiu Palace's anger is certainly not a wise move."

The others echoed this sentiment, and Ling Feng gleaned from their words a message: the plot was about to unfold.