Volume 1: The Strife of the Blue Firmament 006 Leaving the City and Entering the Mountains

  Mù Light Wind looked at this face of indignation old man, heart surprised, forced to reincarnate? Space distortion?

  The old man glared at Mu Qingfeng, his face red with rage: "I finally managed to persuade King Yan to let me choose a fun world to reincarnate into, but you little girl ruined it for me!"

  Mo Qingfeng's mouth twitched at the corner, wondering if she had run into a psychopath?

  "What's wrong?" A middle-aged man's gentle voice sounded, he had been paying attention to Mu Qingfeng all along, the library was very quiet, so he also heard Mu Qingfeng's sentence "nerve disease" just now, and now looking at Mu Qingfeng who seemed to be staring at the air, he couldn't help but ask.

  She glanced at the old man who was still panting, then looked at the middle-aged man, making sure only she could see the old man. She shook her head and said to the man, "Sorry, nothing."

  The middle-aged man smiled slightly and didn't ask more questions.

  Mocheng Feng handed over two bamboo slips and gave a copper coin to the middle-aged man, buying a simple map of the mainland. She thanked him politely and left the library, while the old man followed her with a floating body.

  Mochi stepped out of the castle lord's mansion with over ten copper coins and one silver coin on her. The little girl had a rough understanding of the currency concept in this world from her memories, at least she knew that one silver coin was enough to sustain an ordinary family for half a month.

  Tianyue City is nestled between the mountains and the sea. Mu Qingfeng carried a small bundle on her back, buying a lot of dry rations along the way. She then hired a horse carriage to send her out of the city gate, heading towards the horizontal mountain range outside Tianyue City.

  Mocheng Feng sat in the carriage, ignoring the old man who was still following beside him. His thoughts were turning over and over, thinking about the vastness and complexity of this world, with a hint of sharp light flashing at the bottom of his eyes.

  The vast continent of Cangyun, where everyone values martial arts, the strong are revered, but the warriors who cultivate martial arts are actually one of the most ordinary and mundane professions.

  The true strongmen of the mainland are actually the cultivators who have been crowned with honor.

  Masters, cultivating heaven and earth spiritual power, also known as spiritual cultivation.

  Rumors of a powerful monk, with a snap of his fingers, can cause heaven and earth to shatter.

  Every child on the mainland of Cang Yuan will have a test for their innate talent and spiritual root when they are full moon. Once a baby has a spiritual root, the whole family is considered to be prosperous from then on.

  However, humans with spiritual roots are extremely rare, almost one in ten thousand.

  The hierarchy and struggle between mainland nations also made her blood boil.

  The mainland is divided into three levels, with seven high-level empires, thirty-seven medium-level kingdoms, and countless low-level countries.

  A lower nation that continuously annexes ten lower nations can be promoted to a medium kingdom.

  A medium kingdom that continuously annexes three medium kingdoms can be promoted to a high empire.

  According to legend, there is an even more powerful force above the Higher Empire, but those are just rumors. Standing at that height, one can never understand the true nature of things.

  The Tianyue City is just a small mountain city belonging to a low-level nation.

  Masters, chaotic world, strong, cruel, slaughter.

  A true reflection of this world.

  Mo Qing couldn't suppress the turmoil in her heart, she liked the strong, and she even more liked being the strong one!

  In the prosperous 22nd century, wasn't she standing at the peak? How could she not have experienced the chill of being in a high place? Now that she's starting anew, in a world full of challenges and stimulation, how can she not be filled with anticipation?

  Huo Tianhua stood on the city wall, watching as the horse carriage gradually disappeared into the distance. Finally, he let out a deep sigh.

  Night falls, under a big tree on the outskirts of the mountain range.

  Mo Qingfeng sat on the ground with her back against a tree, listening to Laozhang's story. She propped up her chin: "So, you're saying your soul can't leave my side more than five meters away?"

  According to the old man, he was a powerful and experienced old pervert who had lived for tens of thousands of years. One day, when he felt that life was no longer interesting, he sealed his body, broke open the gates of hell, and negotiated with Yan Wang in his spiritual form about reincarnation.

  The old man who was about to transmigrate to the 22nd century for fun finally succeeded in his negotiations, but due to King's soul forcibly transmigrating, a spatial distortion occurred, bringing the old man's soul here and unable to leave Mu Qingfeng's side within five meters.

  In other words, from then on, the two were tied together like this.

  The old man grunted and turned his head away: "I really don't know where you came from, such a little pervert, who can actually force reincarnation, even the King of Hell can't control."

  "Especially, you've even brought me to this place where the chickens don't lay eggs and the birds don't drop dung, everywhere is full of weaklings. Ah, but for a weak little girl like you, this place isn't bad for cultivation."

  The old man paused for a moment and said, "Hey, isn't it fun now?"

  Anyway, it's already a done deal with this little girl now. He turned his eyes around and stared at Mu Qingfeng, scanning her up and down. With a sweep of his gloomy expression, he smiled and said: "Little girl, do you think this is our fate? I observe that your complexion is rosy, your bones are extraordinary, and you have a spiritual root. Do you want to learn the unique skills that I've used to roam free all my life?"

  Mù Light Wind gazed at the old man, a pair of eyes inlaid on his delicate small face with clear black and white pupils, clearly writing two words: Contempt.

  What's the difference between what this old man is saying and what the old actor on TV is acting out?

  The old man looked clearly at the two words, got angry and puffed his beard, glared with his eyes, almost jumping up: "You this girl is so ungrateful, how many people begged and cried to learn my unique skills!"

  Mo Qingfeng gave the old man a cold glance, picked up the small package from the ground, opened it, and looked at the black box with a gloomy expression.

  Left by Dad.

  Since he is still alive, why would he give his daughter in swaddling clothes to Huo Tianhua who was a martial artist six years ago?

  Mocheng Feng opened the black box, and inside was a pitch-black ring.

  "Space Ring, just a drop of blood will do." The old man glanced at it with some disdain.

  Mu Qingfeng glared at the old man, took out a needle, pricked his fingertip, and let a drop of blood fall onto the ring.

  In an instant, the dark and lightless ring flashed a purple light and was firmly buckled on Mu Qingfeng's left hand ring finger. At the same time, there was also a thread of spiritual power connection in his mind.

  The old man's disdainful gaze also flickered with a few moments of surprise, this place that was full of weak ants, actually had such a high-grade treasure?

  Mocheng Feng looked at the two delicate purple rings coiled together on his index finger, closed his eyes, and infused his spiritual energy into the ring.

  A patch of white fog.

  It's all foggy and nothing can be seen.

  "What a weakling!" The old man muttered to himself, looking on with disdain. However, his hands moved swiftly as he channeled a strand of spiritual energy directly into Mu Qingfeng's body, "You don't even have any strength and yet you want to uncover the mysteries within the ring? You're lucky I'm helping you by giving you a boost before you can even acknowledge me as your master."

  Mo Qingfeng could feel a surge of power within him, and the white mist in front of his eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a clear view.

  A table, a chair, and on the table lies an open book.

  Mo Qing controlled his spiritual power and finally saw clearly the four big characters on that book, Long Feng Fei Wu's four golden big characters!

  Supreme Immortal Technique!