The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi bounced out lightly from Wu Ping’s feet.
It ca before Lin Feng and nodded repeatedly at him.
"You know you were wrong?"
Lin Feng smiled at the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, smiling heartily. To be able to show such a cheerful smile in a dire situation, perhaps only Lin Feng in the Six Realms can achieve this.
Although Ping’er appears to be the sa age as Lin Feng, Lin Feng’s cultivation has kept his appearance unchanging. In reality, their age difference is at least over twenty years.
In these forty years since coming out of the Star-Gazing Pavilion, Lin Feng has experienced countless hardships to reach today. Yet, even now, there’s an urgent matter that needs his attention, which is to rescue Peace City.
Lin Feng certainly knows what he should do, which is why he’s so eager to leave at this mont.
After the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi returned to Lin Feng’s brocade bag once more, the chanism Lin Feng previously touched opened a stone door.
The stone door led upwards, more reliable than the flat passage outside.
Therefore, Lin Feng resolutely chose to go this way.
"Alright, the stone door is open, you support Wu Tian inside first, I’ll cover the rear."
Wu Ping didn’t hesitate, and directly walked into the stone door, Lin Feng closely following Wu Ping and her father inside.
The stone door closed up imdiately afterward.
At this mont, hurried by the urgency of ti, Lin Feng activated the True Yuan within him, separating a thread of Spiritual Sense to explore upstream along this passage.
Though Spiritual Sense is intangible, it can also be damaged by strong energy waves. If Spiritual Sense is hard, then Lin Feng would inevitably be injured as well.
That’s why cultivators only release so little of their Spiritual Sense each ti, though this minute part carries the cultivator’s powerful sensory ability. Everything in space can be perceived clearly through the feedback from Spiritual Sense.
Since it is just a thread, even if the Spiritual Sense is severed, it won’t cause substantial damage to the user.
However, those capable of severing Spiritual Sense are not ordinary beings.
The thread of Spiritual Sense Lin Feng released twisted and turned along the passage before finally discovering a wooden floor.
He could faintly sense the sound of wind and birdsong coming from outside the floor.
This indicated Lin Feng had found the exit.
Only a genius like Lin Feng could achieve this, otherwise, who knows how much ti would be spent wandering, and how many dangers faced.
After finding the way out, Lin Feng retracted the thread of Spiritual Sense he released.
Then he slightly regulated his breath, saying to Ping’er: "I’ve found the way out, let’s rest here for a while before continuing our journey."
Because Lin Feng needed to protect the two’s safety, he couldn’t ask Ping’er to let Wu Tian be carried on his back directly.
Moreover, Lin Feng himself was not lightly injured, having consud much energy in a recent battle, and unable to treat Wu Tian’s injuries while he was unconscious.
Otherwise, with Lin Feng’s cultivation, he would have long treated Wu Tian’s injuries through Energy Transmission. There’s no need for Ping’er to keep supporting him as they walked.
And if Wu Tian wakes, whether he would return directly to Qingling is also a reason Lin Feng didn’t forcibly treat him, also Wu Tian was rely fainted and not severely injured.
Furthermore, Lin Feng’s body held a dark aura suppressed by Hua Shengmi’s Spiritual Energy inside, thus treating Wu Tian now might accidentally channel this dark aura into his ridians, causing secondary harm to the injured.
Lin Feng sighed lightly, realizing this in his heart. Sitting on the ground, he started Energy Transmission and Breathing Control, directing the flow of True Qi, motivating Spiritual Power to regulate his Inner Breath.
Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling a refreshing breeze-like aura penetrating through his ridians, instantly soothing his burning body.
A refreshing Spiritual Power flowed gently through Lin Feng’s body, as if lightly stroking his wounds, continuously injecting Life Force, accelerating the recovery of injuries.
Perhaps a stick of incense’s ti passed, or maybe longer.
Lin Feng finally opened his eyes.
At this mont, he glanced at Ping’er, who was sound asleep by the wall.
Ping’er had already entered dreamland, briefly observing Wu Tian’s state, finding him still fainted, so he relaxed his vigilance.
Lin Feng thought, letting a young girl accompany him on this journey was indeed a bit taxing her.
After all, no matter how urgent the ti is, people need enough spirit to carry on effectively.
So Lin Feng closed his eyes again and began Breathing Control.
The ti flowed as he wished, a whole day passing. As his cultivation improved, cultivators’ perception of ti also grew stronger.
This is a grasping and understanding of Nature, sothing ordinary people can’t comprehend, only upon stepping onto the path of cultivation can one appreciate the wonders within.
After a night of Breathing Control, Lin Feng’s condition gradually improved, attempting to expel the dark aura bit by bit.
But the dark aura only pushed out a small part, indicating it would still take so ti for Lin Feng to expel it entirely.
Lin Feng opened his eyes and looked around; in his peripheral vision, unexpectedly, the two who were originally asleep had vanished without a trace.
Lin Feng imdiately stood up, walked over to that position, and saw words carved on the wall: I have already taken Ping’er away.
"What, could it be Wu Tian was pretending to sleep last night..."
For two mornings consecutively, each ti he’d open his eyes, soone would disappear from before him. The ones who disappeared earlier were people outside of Peace City, but now it’s Wu Ping, even Wu Tian who Lin Feng found with great effort, a Wu Tian who disappeared twenty years ago from Peace City, originally intended to be brought back. Unexpectedly, he left just after Lin Feng woke up.
"Where would he go," Lin Feng pondered.
Feeling Lin Feng’s thoughts, Hua Shengmi said to him: "He has only one road to choose, which is to stay in Qingling."
Returning to Qingling might be a wrong choice, but perhaps the only choice for Wu Tian.
Lin Feng no longer thought much, since they’ve left, let the father and daughter leave together. But what amazed Lin Feng was Wu Tian didn’t know his daughter was Wu Ping yesterday, yet now he took her away.
Thinking about this, Lin Feng furrowed his brow, sowhat surprised...
This conclusion leads only to the explanation that Wu Tian already knew about his daughter’s life. Earlier, he intentionally said to Old Master Shen that his son and daughter were dead just to avoid giving anyone leverage.
"It seems Wu Tian’s scheming is still deep, after all, he’s an expert skilled in battle formations."
Lin Feng mumbled to himself.
At this mont, Lin Feng decided not to chase them down, the only thought he had now was to return to the city as soon as possible to deal with any unforeseen circumstances.
Following the exit Lin Feng previously found, he reached before the layer of flooring smoothly.
Lin Feng pushed the wooden floor with his hand, a faint light shone in from outside, directly illuminating Lin Feng’s face.
Lin Feng breathed fresh air, then walked out from the steps.
Coming out of the house, Lin Feng finally got to see daylight again, the gloomy haze within him finally cleared away.
Hearing nearby horse sounds, Lin Feng walked over. It seed Wu Tian left it for him.
Presumably, at this mont, he’s already left here with Wu Ping riding another Spiritual Horse.
Those ant to leave will always leave, perhaps this is what’s called fate, everyone has their own destined path.
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