"What! Immortal flesh can be eaten, and if you eat it, your cultivation will greatly increase?"
Everyone in the Grand Assembly Hall was shocked, and the few leaders even began to regret.
Why did I greedily take so much gold and Spirit Stones? How good would it have been to get some Immortal flesh!
At this moment, Ye Feng became serious.
"It's truly so, Liu Laosan, and all you leaders, I have something to tell you."
"After experiencing this hunt for a Cultivator and tasting the sweetness, I guess you guys are all thinking of hunting Cultivators, am I right?"
"Yes, that's right."
The leaders nodded repeatedly.
"Cultivators are divided into Qi Refining cultivators, Foundation Establishment cultivators, Golden Core cultivators, and so on. What we usually come into contact with are Qi Refining cultivators. The Immortal Duan Shuiliu, whom we ambushed and killed two days ago, was the lowest-ranked Qi Refining cultivator."
"As for Foundation Establishment cultivators and Golden Core cultivators, they can fly in the sky and unleash great Divine Abilities. A single Spell from them could leave us without a burial place."
"When you consider ambushing someone, you must first ascertain their strength. The main principle is to bully the weak and fear the strong. Additionally, we must handle the aftermath well and keep a low profile. Absolutely do not boast to outsiders that our Black Wind Stronghold has hunted Immortals. Otherwise, once people from some cultivation Schools find out, our entire Black Wind Stronghold will be wiped out!"
"Do you understand?"
Facing Ye Feng's admonition, the leaders all felt it was very reasonable and kept it firmly in their hearts.
"Understood!"
That afternoon, after a grand farewell ceremony, Ye Feng took his backpack and left the fort under the watchful eyes of everyone in Black Wind Stronghold.
Inside his backpack, besides the previously acquired Spirit Stones, gold, Medicinal Pills, a furnace, and some food, most importantly, Ye Feng also carried a dozen grenades and several explosive packages.
When traveling outside, people's hearts are treacherous; he never believed this world was a kind and peaceful one.
Although he was powerful in martial arts, he would never put himself in danger.
If he could attack and strategize from a distance, he would absolutely not engage in close-quarters combat!
Stepping with his Phantom Lightness Skill, Ye Feng continued to travel north.
His backpack was custom-made by his subordinates, imitating travel backpacks from his previous life, and it had special straps for binding, so he didn't have to worry about it affecting his running.
Previously, he had subtly extracted some information from Duan Shuiliu.
The Xuantian Sect was located over three thousand li to the northwest. Along this journey, he might encounter some mountain spirits and wild Yao Beasts. For a Mortal to pass through this path, it would certainly be a death sentence. For a Martial Artist, it would be a near-death experience.
Even Qi Refining cultivators, unless they were in the Qi Refining Late Stage, would not dare to cross these areas.
This region had become a natural barrier between the Mortal kingdoms and the Immortal Holy Land.
But now, Ye Feng had no choice; he had no other path to take, only to cross this wild, unknown wilderness.
Map near Xuantian Sect
Ten days passed quietly in a flash.
Along the way, Ye Feng dared not spend too much time resting casually. He usually found tree hollows or specially dug out caves before daring to hide inside to sleep and rest.
During this journey, he consumed a Bigu Pill to satiate his hunger. After ten days, he still felt no hunger, suggesting that one Bigu Pill could last for a month's worth of food.
On the sixth day, he encountered a Yao Beast for the first time. It was a fierce tiger, not much larger than a normal tiger, but its strength was astonishing.
A single swipe of its paw could fell a large tree as thick as Ye Feng's body.
Ye Feng revealed his Immortal Sword, but it didn't seem to work. He had to waste a grenade to scare the creature away.
In the time that followed, the closer he got to the Xuantian Sect, the more Yao Beasts there were, until he was within a hundred li of the Xuantian Sect, when the number of Yao Beasts began to sharply decrease. He began to see people from the Xuantian Sect, and after asking for directions, he smoothly continued his journey.
By the time Ye Feng arrived at the Xuantian Sect's main gate, his grenades and explosive packages were almost used up, with only one grenade left in his backpack.
Before entering the Xuantian Sect, for safety's sake, Ye Feng found a place to bury the Immortal Sword, fearing that others would know he obtained the Disciple-recruitment jade token by killing Duan Shuiliu.
Afterward, he arrived at the Xuantian Sect's main gate and began to ascend the steps.
The Xuantian Sect was nestled among mountains. From afar, the continuous mountain ranges resembled a winding Dragon, guarding this Immortal blessed land.
On the towering peaks, some buildings were faintly visible, hidden amidst the swirling clouds and mist, mysterious and unfathomable.
After ascending ten thousand stone steps, Ye Feng, panting, reached a flat white stone plaza beneath the Xuantian Sect's plaque.
At this time, there were quite a few Cultivators coming and going at the Sect entrance, but not a single one, like him, honestly walked the stone steps.
These Cultivators either flew on swords or rode flying boats.
The stone steps he had walked were empty, seeming to be merely a decoration for Mortals to yearn for.
Among the many Cultivators, his presence as a Martial Artist seemed quite out of place.
However, the passing Cultivators merely glanced at him briefly before continuing their journeys, not bothering with such a weak person.
After resting for a while, Ye Feng continued to the main gate under the Xuantian Sect's plaque.
There were two Sect Disciples guarding here, who should be able to guide him.
"What are you here for? You're not from our Xuantian Sect, are you?"
The gate-guarding Disciple Lin Jianyuan unhesitatingly stopped Ye Feng.
"Senior Brother, I was arranged by my family to come here to become a Disciple and learn skills. I've already been tested, and I have a Spiritual Root."
Saying this, Ye Feng quickly took out the Disciple-recruitment jade token from his backpack.
Lin Jianyuan took the jade token and looked at it, then eyed Ye Feng up and down with suspicious eyes.
"Tell me honestly, how old are you now?"
"Do you believe me, Senior Brother, if I say I'm 15 this year?"
Ye Feng replied awkwardly.
"I'll believe your hammer! Be honest, how old!"
Lin Jianyuan mercilessly slapped Ye Feng's forehead with such force that it left him dazed for a while.
If he weren't an Innate Middle Stage Martial Artist, he might have been directly killed by the slap.
"Senior Brother, I'm 25 this year. Please be accommodating."
Ye Feng quickly pulled out a prepared Spirit Stone from his pocket, and seeing the other gate-guarding Disciple nearby, he also handed him a Spirit Stone.
After receiving the Spirit Stones, the expressions of the two gate-guarding Disciples changed from playful disdain to beaming smiles.
This made Ye Feng sigh inwardly, thinking that even in this cultivation world, human relations and social etiquette mattered!