One month later.
Lu Qingfeng walked out from the cave in the desolate mountain.
The sky was already bright.
During this month, Lu Qingfeng had already thoroughly reconnoitered the surroundings. If his cultivation were not insufficient, once he utilized the Heavenly Listening and Earthly Viewing Great thod, even the whole star would be under his sensory grasp.
Although his current cultivation was quite modest, probing several tens of miles around was not a problem.
Desolate mountain.
Junkyard.
Within several tens of miles, there were many small and large mountains, piled up with all sorts of discarded tals of various types and colors.
Most of them were ordinary weapons, iron tools, and the like.
There were also so that Lu Qingfeng was familiar with, such as various talismanic weapons and magic artifacts. However, these talismanic weapons and magic artifacts were all heavily damaged, beyond repair, and had no value for restoration. The various materials were refined together, intertwined with each other, and even fused - even a top Artifact Refiner would not be able to extract and restore the materials of these discarded talismanic weapons and magic artifacts.
In the Cultivation World, such discarded talismanic weapons and magic artifacts were always common.
Like the Xuanyuan Sect.
With nurous disciples and the necessity to combat demons, it was common for talismanic weapons and magic artifacts to be damaged. So with minor damage could still be taken to an Artifact Refiner for repairs. But so were beyond salvaging.
So, they were discarded.
The Xuanyuan Sect had a designated area for discarded magic artifacts, where Artifact Refining Apprentices and even Artifact Refiners could certify their skills. It also beca the treasure-hunting spot for many low-level disciples.
Over ti.
The discarded talismanic weapons and magic artifacts piled up like mountains, becoming a landscape of the Xuanyuan Sect.
In this life.
The place where Lu Qingfeng descended was clearly a dumping ground for discarded talismanic weapons and magic artifacts of so Immortal Sect.
"A junkyard."
Lu Qingfeng shook his head.
It was the first ti he had encountered such a situation in his twelve lifetis.
...
"The quality this ti is no good, ah. Scavenged for a whole month and only barely found one usable broken sword."
"Finding a broken sword isn't too bad. Your broken sword retains thirty percent of its original shape, and before it was scrapped, it was at least a First-rank Magic Artifact. If you go to Treasure Mountain, you could at least exchange it for three to five bottles of Interdiate Elixir."
"Exactly. Lin Feng, you're known as 'Vulture,' you've really fattened up your mouth."
In the desolate mountain, with discarded magic artifacts everywhere and broken tals as common as dirt and stone, several figures moved agilely through the tal jungle. At the forefront, a skinny, dark youth held a section of an Embroidered Iron Sword, his eyes lively as he surveyed in all directions.
Besides the skinny, dark youth, there were three other young n, their gazes fixed on the boy with black hands, or rather on the half-section of the Embroidered Iron Sword, all revealing an envious expression.
In the Treasure Mountain region, finding a magic artifact that was still passably usable was no easy task.
It was Vulture Lin Feng, who, with a single glance, could find this rusted and unrecognizable broken sword from a pile of scrap iron. They had passed by earlier but had simply overlooked it.
Now they regretted it deeply.
The skinny, dark youth, called 'Vulture' Lin Feng by his companions, had the glint of slyness in his eyes. He was slender and dark but wore a loose black robe that was obviously too big for him.
The cuffs even covered up a good section of the iron sword.
"Alright."
"We haven't even started cooking today, what are we going to find all huddled together?"
"Scatter, scatter!"
Lin Feng waved his hand and imdiately darted into a passage frad by rocks and tal fras.
This area was complex in terrain, with discarded magic artifacts piled up and leaning on the rock formations, forming countless nooks and crannies that went in all directions. If you weren't familiar with coming and going here, you'd certainly get dizzy and lose your sense of direction.
"This Lin Feng is off to hog all the finds again!"
"Exactly. Every ti we split up, he's the one who gains the most!"
"I bet he's just afraid we'll learn his trick and wants to keep it to himself; how stingy!"
The remaining three looked at the disappearing figure of Lin Feng, each voicing their own discontent. Although it was with reluctance and dissatisfaction, they eventually dispersed.
Elsewhere.
As Lin Feng turned back to look, seeing no one following, a cold smirk appeared on his lips, "They bullied in the past years, and now that they see my talent in finding treasures, they want to ingratiate themselves with —there's no such good deal!"
"Humph!"
"Just wait. Once I've saved enough elixirs, I'll take my sister and leave Treasure Mountain for busier peaks. There are Alchemists there, and they will definitely be able to cure my sister's illness!"
As he spoke.
Lin Feng continued forward, and suddenly, he swished the loose sleeve of his robe to the left three tis. A look of joy appeared on his face, and he promptly ran to the left. His movent was quick like a startled rabbit.
After passing around a few boulders the height of two n and over a couple of piles of discarded tal.
Lin Feng paused in his stride.
Before him stood a young man with refined eyebrows and bright eyes, about sixteen or seventeen years of age, standing atop a pile of scrap iron. In his hand, he toyed with a palm-sized curved iron piece, flipping it over and over.
As if feeling Lin Feng's arrival, the young man looked up, his gaze colliding with Lin Feng's.
From a distance, Lin Feng eyed the iron piece in the young man's hand, hesitated for a mont, then felt his sleeve swish three tis again, imdiately gritted his teeth and stepped forward, raising the broken sword in his hand before pointing at the iron piece the young man held, "This brother seems unfamiliar, I wonder from which peak of Treasure Mountain do you hail? I'll trade you my broken sword for your iron piece, what do you say?"
"Oh?"
Lu Qingfeng looked up, glanced at the broken sword in the hands of the skinny, dark young man, then looked down at the iron piece in his hand and mocked, "You want to trade my treasure for that piece of junk?"
"What treasure, it's just a scrap of iron. I thought it looked like a defensive magic artifact, that's why I'm willing to trade this sword with you. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother even if you begged ."
Lin Feng said with a dark face.
"You really want it?"
Lu Qingfeng looked at Lin Feng.
"Are you going to trade or not? Give a straight answer!" Lin Feng said impatiently.
"I'll trade."
"But you'll have to add that little mouse in your sleeve as well."
Lu Qingfeng toyed with the iron piece, smiling as he looked at Lin Feng.
Just as he ntioned the sleeve, Lin Feng's expression changed, and without looking back, he turned and ran into the jungle of tal, disappearing from view.
"Quick to flee; no wonder he thrives in the tal ruins."
Lu Qingfeng praised with a chuckle, taking a step forward.
The next instant.
"You—"
Lin Feng raised his head, only to see that the boy had sohow appeared in front of him without notice.
"What's the rush."
"This little mouse has already recognized you as its master, it's useless for to snatch it."
"Sit down and let's chat."
Lu Qingfeng reached out and grabbed, and Lin Feng felt his body move uncontrollably toward the boy who looked about his age, and he sat down involuntarily.
Out of Lin Feng's sleeve, a baby-palm-sized gray mouse poked its head out.
Lu Qingfeng happened to look down, and the little mouse hurriedly retracted its head, afraid to show itself.
"A majestic Sniffing Spirit Rat, and you've raised it so thin and weak, it's a wonder it's still willing to follow you."
Lu Qingfeng clicked his tongue in amazent.
[Spiritual Beast: Sniffing Spirit Rat (Hungry State)]
[Grade: First Rank]
[Explanation: Possesses a keen sense of sll, extrely sensitive to fluctuations of Spiritual Energy and Spiritual Objects of heaven and earth. Currently in the juvenile stage, will beco a Third-rank Spiritual Beast at adulthood, with extrely fast speed.]
"Who exactly are you?"
Lin Feng was only able to move his head, turning to look at Lu Qingfeng with an inevitably anxious gaze.
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"This old man has fallen from Great Power into this desolate ruin. Having observed you for a while, I see you are orphaned, raising your bedridden sister alone. I took pity and wish to take you as a disciple. Are you willing?"
Lu Qingfeng was smiling at Lin Feng.
He had lived through twelve lifetis in the ga, over two thousand years in total. Even just one lifeti, in his eighth lifeti in the Red Smoke Realm, he lived for seven hundred and sixty-six years.
To him, a young boy like Lin Feng seed very naive.
"Great Power?"
Lin Feng blinked his eyes, sensing an irresistible force on his body, his heart stirred, followed by an eager nod, "I am willing. Disciple is willing, Disciple Lin Feng, greets Master!"
His body couldn't move, which made this gesture quite comical.
"Such a teachable child."
With a thought from Lu Qingfeng, he released the restraint on Lin Feng's body.
Then the boy bowed his head deeply, calling out, "Ten thousand blessings to Master!"
"Where did you learn all these fancy tricks?"
Lu Qingfeng laughed, with a flick of his sleeve he helped Lin Feng stand beside him.
Seeing this, Lin Feng thought 'Master' had imnse Divine Skills, certainly more powerful than even the martial masters from Treasure Mountain. He stared blankly at Lu Qingfeng, montarily frozen, wondering about sothing in his heart.
"Your sister's illness can be cured."
Lu Qingfeng, insightful into human hearts, said to Lin Feng.
"Disciple thanks Master!"
"As long as my little sister can be cured, this life of mine henceforth belongs to Master!"
Lin Feng had long been accustod to the rough world, his behavior carried the rough and straightforward air of those surroundings.
Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh and cry, "What would I do with your life?"
He had always treated others kindly in his life. For the past month, he had been listening in within dozens of miles radius, and it was Lin Feng who left the deepest impression.
Orphaned with both parents gone, he single-handedly raised his long-sick sister.
Very much like Lu Qingfeng himself back in Black Wood Village.
Therefore, Lu Qingfeng was moved by compassion.
Furthermore.
This young Lin Feng, wandering in the desolate ruins at such a young age, was experienced and mature. To be able to have the Cultivation World's quite rare Sniffing Spirit Rat recognize him as its master with his mortal body, clearly, he had so luck.
He simply decided to take him as a disciple.
In this lifeti.
Lu Qingfeng was preparing to cultivate seriously again and found it inconvenient not having a few capable hands.
Why not start cultivating one now.
Lin Feng had both talent and temperant, and with Lu Qingfeng leading the way, his future achievents would surely not be bad.
"My sister's life equates to my own life!"
Lin Feng clenched his fists, scarcely able to contain his excitent.
Lu Qingfeng could understand this feeling, and he stood up, saying, "Lead the way."
...
It wasn't the cliché story of being bullied for over a decade and then facing a turning point as soon as Lu Qingfeng arrived; Lin Feng's sister Lin Ye had not suffered from such a fate.
Lin Ye's condition was not serious.
She simply didn't get enough food when she was younger, malnourished, and fell ill, which caused stomach issues and resulted in her growth being stunted.
Lin Feng was seventeen years old.
Lin Ye was fifteen.
But Lin Ye appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old, truly weak to the point of being pitiful, and it was comndable that Lin Feng had managed to raise his sister.
For mortals, this kind of condition would be considered incurable.
Lu Qingfeng was already a Fifth-Order Alchemist, casually refining a few furnaces of elixirs and using True Qi to nourish and adjust her condition, at most half a year, the root of the illness would be removed. After one or two years, Lin Ye's growth could catch up, and she would be no different from a normal person.
"Disciple—"
Lin Feng's eyes were moist, and he bowed his head ready to kneel again.
"Forget it."
Lu Qingfeng waved his hand, interrupting Lin Feng. Seeing the siblings both with red noses and eyes, Lu Qingfeng said to Lin Feng, "Pack up later and bring Lin Ye to move in with your Master."
After he finished.
He turned and walked away.
Lin Feng watched Lu Qingfeng's retreating figure, pursed his lips in salute. Then with his dark face showing a bright white smile, he turned and grinned idiotically at his bewildered sister Lin Ye.
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