Riding the Kirin, accompanied by a long roar, its four hooves ignited with flames, wind and fire intertwining. Though not as fast as the Great Roc, it was still as swift as lightning, with the Samadhi True Fire burning fiercely.
Qing Feng's Nascent Soul was also surrounded by the Samadhi True Fire, comprehending its mysteries.
Breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage brought him joy, but no surprise, given his exceptional talent and abundant spiritual medicine.
However, the manifestation of the Kirin was an unexpected bonus. This dream world was the foundation of his cultivation, and every change within it stemmed from his experiences and thoughts.
While he could create various myths and legends, without a solid foundation, they would merely be fleeting illusions. Unlike the Spirit Butterfly, the Great Kun, and the Great Roc, these were beings that could truly assist him in battles in the outside world.
These three divine beasts had existed in his dream from his birth, evolving continuously with his cultivation, much like a beginner's gift pack in a game.
He had initially worried that each layer would introduce different divine beasts, but now, after breaking through the fourth layer, this hadn't happened, which made him feel more harmonious.
Meanwhile, it was the Lantern Festival, and the city was ablaze with lights, bustling with crowds.
On Chen Ming Peak, Sixth Brother Lu Ran slapped his chest heartily and told Qing Feng, “Junior Brother, don't say your Senior Brother doesn't understand you. You've just entered the Sect, and I've immediately arranged some entertainment for you.
Fairy Su Yan of Yixian Palace is about to host a music concert. The tickets are worth a fortune, but I still managed to get them for you. See, isn't your Senior Brother loyal to you?”
“That's right, Junior Brother, it's rare for Sixth Brother to be willing to spend money, shouldn't you enjoy yourself? And look, Senior Sister and Martial Sister Yan Yi are both here. This is a great opportunity. If you can build a good relationship with either of them, your future will be bright.”
Yi Xianmin said, winking, while putting an arm around Qing Feng's shoulder.
“Senior Brother, with a clear mind, sword practice can reach a higher level. You're too old-fashioned,” Qing Feng responded with a hint of disdain.
He actually didn't want to come in the first place. He had no idea how to create divine beasts in the Sea of Dreams, so going down the mountain for fun held little appeal for him.
However, since his Martial Brothers were so enthusiastic, he couldn't refuse and had no choice but to follow them down.
“Tsk, Qing Feng, that kind of talk might fool Junior Sister, but you're saying that to us?” Yi Xianmin was even more dismissive. “Every time the Autumn Palace Painting is updated, you're always the first one there, and your discussions are full of variety, even more invested than Third Brother.”
“Everyone's the same, why pretend to be pure?” Qing Feng retorted.
At this moment, Qin Yue, who was choosing ornaments, suddenly turned her head, looking at them with displeasure.
“We didn't say anything,” Yi Xianmin and the others quickly shook their heads in denial.
“Well, Fifth Brother just told us to find a way to hold Senior Sister back later; he wants to go to the brothel to take a look,” Qing Feng said innocently.
“Go to the brothel? I'll tell mother when we get back. Qing Feng, come over here, don't let them lead you astray.” Qin Yue glared at Yi Xianmin, then pulled Qing Feng away.
Yi Xianmin instantly wilted like a frost-bitten eggplant, looking at Men Shao with a wronged expression: “Third Brother, why does she always favor Qing Feng?”
Men Shao, the Third Brother of Chen Ming Peak, was actually responsible for all matters on Chen Ming Peak due to Senior Brother's perennial seclusion and Second Brother's passing, making him the de facto Senior Brother. Hearing Yi Xianmin's words, he merely cast a faint glance: “Because you're too foolish.”
After speaking, he ignored Yi Xianmin and went off to browse on his own.
There was still an hour before the Yixian Music Concert began, which was just enough time to stroll through the lantern festival.
Although cultivation was an extraordinary pursuit, occasionally returning to the mundane world was also a form of enjoyment.
Yi Xianmin felt somewhat dejected, as he couldn't compare to Qing Feng and Men Shao in terms of favor or fighting, making him feel that life was meaningless.
Sixth Brother Lu Ran cast a disdainful look: To so directly expose Third Brother's past and remain unscathed, it seems Third Brother's temper has indeed improved quite a bit recently.
Although Qing Feng was well aware of these disputes, he cleverly chose to stay out of them, closely following Qin Yue and Yan Yi, acting as a well-behaved little attendant.
Shopping like this seemed pretty good too. Although being surrounded by beautiful women might attract some unnecessary jealousy, he didn't care.
Thus, he enjoyed the lively hustle and bustle of the human world.
Qing Feng watched with great interest; he had never seen such a Lantern Festival market in his previous life.
In fact, he hadn't paid much attention to the Lantern Festival before, as it wasn't a holiday with time off.
As for Qin Yue and Yan Yi, there was even less to say. They had lived in seclusion since childhood, rarely descending the mountain to experience the human world.
Now, suddenly seeing such a lively scene, they were dazzled. Although their own skin was countless times better than those cosmetics, they were still coaxed by the vendors' sweet talk into willingly buying box after box of makeup.
Qing Feng watched from behind, shaking his head, but then thought that it wasn't easy for merchants to do business, and his Senior Sister and Yan Yi weren't short on money, so as long as they were happy, it was fine.
After walking a bit further, they came to a small river. Both banks of the river were filled with lotus lanterns released by young men and women, each lamp carrying their purest wishes.
“Is this the life of ordinary people? Praying for a beautiful future by releasing lotus lanterns,” Yan Yi said, looking at the river full of lotus lanterns, her eyes filled with novelty.
Qin Yue, on the other hand, stated, “When mortals face difficulties, they always seek spiritual solace, praying to the heavens for protection. However, the rules of the world have changed now. With cultivation through slaughter, even the most devout prayers probably won't receive a response.”
The two Senior Sisters stood by the river, talking and laughing softly, their gazes drifting among the surrounding lotus lanterns. After chatting for a while, three lotus lanterns suddenly appeared before them.
“Senior Sister, I find this quite interesting. Can you release one with me?” Qing Feng said with a hint of anticipation.
“Alright, I'll play along with you. You know these are all just tricks,” Qin Yue pretended to reluctantly nod, then turned to Yan Yi and said, “Xiao Yi, let's do it together.”
“Of course,” Yan Yi replied with a smile.
Qing Feng stood to the side, secretly laughing to himself: You two stand here chatting without moving, and then say these things are boring. On the surface, he gentlemanly kept his distance, claiming he wouldn't peek, while secretly using his Nascent Soul level perception to snoop.
“May father and mother be safe, Qing Feng always happy, and Xiao Yi achieve great success in alchemy.” This was Qin Yue's wish; clearly, her cultivation was one level higher than Yan Yi's.
“May Master be well, A Yun's swordsmanship improve, and Qing Feng live a lifetime of peace.” This was Yan Yi's wish; she even mentioned him.
He felt extremely pleased.
Like her Senior Sister, she never mentioned herself, no wonder they could be best friends.
Typically cold on the outside, warm on the inside.
“May I spend my life with Su Yan.”
Just as Qing Feng was about to end his sensing, he suddenly detected some information, and his expression immediately turned serious.