Vol 4 Chapter 72: Smuggling
Martial Emperor City, Feng Family.
Half a year after their last eting, Lin Jing stepped into this place once again.
Unlike before, when he was accompanied by the Thunder Dragon Ancestor as his Guardian,
this ti, it was the First Ancient Emperor transford into an old servant who followed him.
Though the cultivation level of his companion had dropped, his identity had risen sharply.
“I wonder how Senior Thunder Dragon is doing.”
Standing in front of the Feng residence, Lin Jing was curious.
Back then, when facing the Emperor, Cold Moon Sword Immortal had teleported him and Gao Sheng away, leaving the Thunder Dragon Ancestor behind to fight...
At that ti, the Thunder Dragon Ancestor had chosen to first send the Thunder Dragon Clan’s prodigies to safety, and then return to battle.
The Emperor didn’t stop him, as its main target then was the Dao-Seeking Sword Spirit.
However, after the Thunder Dragon Ancestor dropped the Thunder Dragon prodigies off at the Solar Temple, before he could return, the Bone Emperor had already been repelled by Lin Jing wielding the Celestial Sword,
leaving only the Thunder Dragon Ancestor, who returned to the scene in confusion afterward.
“Senior Thunder Dragon should be back in Qingzhou by now. After comprehending the Primordial Sword Intent, he wanted to focus on studying it, but had no free ti. Now that he’s back, he should finally be able to cultivate properly.”
Lin Jing took out a sword-shaped dragon scale.
Sword intent fluctuations rippled across the dragon scale.
Back then, the Thunder Dragon Ancestor had said he’d pass the Primordial Sword Intent to Lin Jing, but Lin Jing didn’t have the energy to study it himself, so he decided to have his pet beast learn it instead.
This dragon scale was the vessel carrying the Primordial Sword Intent.
“This sword intent’s not bad.” Beside him, the First Ancient Emperor nodded in approval.
“So, he plans to turn that dragon scale into a sword?”
“Not exactly.” Lin Jing put the dragon scale away. “It’s just a cultivation tool. Before returning to the Ancient Kingdom, I’ll hand it over to my pet beast.”
“Your pet beast is going to learn sword intent??” The First Ancient Emperor was stunned.
“No problem.” Lin Jing nodded. With not just a Mutated Bodhi Leaf but also Enlightennt Pool water helping, the Ice Soul Gu will definitely be able to learn it.
Once the Ice Soul Gu learns it, it’s basically like I’ve learned it too.
As the two chatted, eight figures slowly appeared within the Feng Family grounds.
They were the Feng Family’s current Peak Void Mystical Stage Thunder Dragon, Feng Yu.
Cold Moon Sword Immortal Feng Ning.
And the Ghost Bride Tang Ling.
“Didn’t expect him to return so soon.” Seeing Lin Jing, Feng Ning was pleasantly surprised. It had only been half a year since they last parted. Had the ancestor already trained the pet beast to master the Divine Scripture?
That was fast.
“Your Highness has finally arrived!!”
Ancestor Feng Yu looked eager, since they were about to resurrect their clan’s progenitor.
“Mhm.” Tang Ling gave Lin Jing a nod. Everyone’s eyes shifted to the turtle perched on the First Ancient Emperor’s head, knowing that this little guy would be key to what ca next.
“But this person is...” Ancestor Feng Yu glanced at the First Ancient Emperor, frowning. Although the old man only had the early Nascent Soul Stage cultivation, he gave off an unsettling vibe.
“He goes by Turtle Immortal, has so strange abilities. He follows around doing odd chores. Don’t worry about him,” Lin Jing brushed it off.
At that mont, “Turtle Immortal,” the First Ancient Emperor, was sneakily eyeing Tang Ling...
Where’d this wild ghost co from.
So the “unresolved love between human and ghost” Lin Jing ntioned was about this female ghost, huh?
Could it be... the Feng Family Ancestor was her old fla?
The First Ancient Emperor’s mind raced. The Feng Family—yes, they were an artifact refining clan from Martial Emperor City...
This Holy Son of the Demon Court, not cultivating properly, yet ddling in these matters of love—unexpected.
“She’s not bad though.”
But in the next mont, the First Ancient Emperor was distracted by Cold Moon Sword Immortal Feng Ning. He was skilled in talent scouting. Back then, with his keen eye, he’d recruited many gifted cultivators to his cause.
You could say that many of the Ancient Kingdom’s founding families were not descendants of immortal sects, but grassroots cultivators like himself.
Now, with one glance, he could tell—this female sword cultivator had the potential for Dao-Seeking. Her talent might not surpass this “Holy Son of the Demon Court,” but she was still among the top elites of the continent.
“Are you a Feng Family cultivator, or from the Heavenly Sword Gate?” he asked after noticing the Heavenly Sword token at Feng Ning’s waist.
“Hm?” Feng Ning glanced at the First Ancient Emperor. “I’m a cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Gate.”
“Good, good, I knew it. No way a small temple like the Feng Family could produce such a prodigy. Good to know you’re from the Ancient Kingdom,” the First Ancient Emperor laughed heartily, causing Ancestor Feng Yu’s face to darken and black lines to crawl across his forehead.
This Nascent Soul brat really knows how to hit a nerve.
If it weren’t for him following the Holy Son of the Demon Court, Feng Yu would’ve slapped him flying already.
But what shocked Feng Yu was that despite this old man’s disrespect, the Holy Son didn’t react at all, which made him suspicious—who exactly was this old man?
He might not be what he seems.
“By the way, is the Dragon Vein ready?” Lin Jing asked. “The Feng Family shares a massive Dragon Vein with Martial Emperor City, right? We definitely can’t use that one for the Divine Scripture—it’d attract opposition from the City Lord’s Mansion and other families.”
Ancestor Feng Yu grinned. “Rest assured, Your Highness. I’ve already prepared everything.”
“Dragon Veins are rare and mostly monopolized by the Ancient Kingdom. Even the most basic ones aren’t easy to obtain...”
“But a few days ago, I asked a friend in the Ancient Kingdom to smuggle two Dragon Veins out. Should be enough!”
“What the h*ll.” The First Ancient Emperor blurted out, “Smuggling Dragon Veins? That’s a capital offense!”
Spiritual veins only provide spiritual energy.
But spiritual energy Dragon Veins provide not only energy, but fortune!
They’re naturally rare and precious.
“This sort of thing happens all the ti. There’s already a secret trade network, it almost never gets exposed!”
“Even if it does, the Ancient Kingdom can’t do anything to us. They’ll only punish the Ancient Kingdom cultivators who facilitated the trade. All the risk is on their side! Of course, we still paid a price—several tis higher than the value of the Dragon Veins themselves!”
“I see, I see.” The First Ancient Emperor said with biting sarcasm, “Senior, I too would love to procure a Dragon Vein for my family, just a basic one. Could you kindly tell which Ancient Kingdom cultivator I need to approach to make a purchase?”
Ancestor Feng Yu looked at Lin Jing.
Lin Jing looked up at the sky.
“This Holy Son would also like to buy a few. Do tell us.”
“It’s the Sect Regulatory Office. What we bought were basically branch Dragon Veins from sects that had been sealed by the Ancient Kingdom... if Your Highness is interested, I’ll give you the contact details of that official.”
“Just pass it to Turtle Immortal,” Lin Jing nodded. The Sect Regulatory Office, huh—may they rest in peace.
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