Volume 1: The Strife of the Heavens 007 The Road of the Strong

  Supreme Immortal Technique!

  Seeing these four big characters, Mu Qingfeng's breathing almost stopped, controlling his spiritual power. He just wanted to take a peek at the Supreme Immortal Technique, but was suddenly blocked by a restriction.

  Mochi Feng only felt a flash of white before her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had already returned to reality. The old face in front of her, with a sly smile, sneered at her: "Little girl, you're still far from it."

  Mù Light Wind didn't say a word, his fists clenched tightly, strength, no matter where he went, he must have solid strength!

  "Little doll..."

  "My name is Mu Qingfeng, you can call me King."

  "What's that thing?" The old man stroked his beard and chuckled, "That little wind, as long as you worship me as your master, I will definitely send you to the pinnacle of this world!"

  Or, what's more, this world is nothing but a fart in the eyes of the elderly.

  Mo Qingfeng's temples bulged with blue veins, and a gentle breeze?

  "Never mind. With your current state, you can't even practice my unique skills." The old man looked at the small six-year-old girl in front of him and shook his head regretfully, "For now, the most important thing is to quickly train this frail body. To survive in this world, you either become mediocre or follow the law of the jungle and step by step reach the peak. What's your choice?"

  The old man's words coincided with Mu Qingfeng's thoughts, and it was also the reason why she chose to come to the mountain. This body is too weak, so weak that even jumping over a window can hurt her feet.

  Admiring the former strength of Mu Qingfeng, all of which were achieved step by step from the brink of death to the final position, the four words "mediocre and useless" are simply an insult to the pride of Emperor King.

  At least she wants to stand at the peak and prove to the whole world that she has been here.

  The old man looked at Mu Qingfeng's eyes, which were filled with determination and ruthlessness, and couldn't help but nod his head. Suddenly, the anger he had felt earlier for being innocently implicated disappeared, and having a good disciple was undoubtedly an exciting starting point for him.

  The old man stared at Mu Qingfeng, no longer mentioning the matter of accepting a disciple. Instead, he put away his smile and said seriously: "One month, one month later I will personally help you awaken your spiritual root."

  "Thank you." Mu Qingfeng sincerely thanked her. In a month, she would exercise this body to the extreme.

  The old man smiled with satisfaction and disappeared suddenly.

  A month of gentle breeze exercises for the body, why wouldn't he need to consolidate his spiritual strength as well?

  The night sky is full of twinkling stars.

  Clang!

  Mochi lightly stepped on the tree, her small hand holding a sharp stone knife that suddenly pierced the neck of a wild wolf, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.

  The wolf covered in blood let out a final mournful howl and fell to the ground, losing its breath.

  Mù Qīngfēng grasped a stone knife in one hand and wiped away the bloodstain on his forehead with the other, then resolutely turned around and left the wolf's corpse.

  Little girl, icy expression, white dress stained with blood.

  The old man looked on in amazement, and for the time being, he didn't care about Mu Qingfeng's identity in his past life. In this life, he was only six years old. A six-year-old girl had slaughtered nearly thirty fierce beasts in half a month, which was a visual and sensory impact that not everyone could withstand.

  For this month, Mu Qingfeng had been chopping stones, carrying stones and grinding stones from the very beginning, which made the old man puzzled and confused. However, after seeing the sharp stone knife in her hand and her gradually improving body half a month later, he couldn't help but nod his head.

  Half a month later, Mu Qingfeng's eyebrows were still proud and ruthless, his cold-blooded cruelty when killing, and his strong endurance when injured, made the old man frown in admiration.

  Mù light wind arrived at the clear spring water to wash away the bloodstains on her body, changed into a white dress, and walked to a temporary thatched hut by the spring, looking at the old man who was deep in thought.

  The old man raised his eyes, and his gaze shot straight into Mu Qingfeng's eyes. However, those eyes had nothing but pride and determination, except for the hidden cruelty and ruthlessness deep within them.

  "My surname is Huang, you can call me Old Man Huang." The old man took a step forward, lowering his head to look at Mu Qingfeng who was only up to his waist. "Mu Qingfeng, are you prepared to enter the cultivation?"

  "Don't be in a hurry to answer me." The old man withdrew his piercing gaze, took a few steps back, and looked out the window with a distant expression.

  "Cultivation is lonely, dull, and uninteresting, and even if one's cultivation progress is slow, it may lead to collapse."

  "The strong man's path is one that treads on the fresh blood of his enemies, and even the fresh blood of those beside him."

  "In the end, it became powerful, reached its peak, and when looking back, the greatest success is also the greatest failure."

  "At the summit, truly quiet as snow."

  The old man said with a tone of warning and self-talk, then turned his gaze to Mu Qingfeng, his eyes sharp: "Are you really prepared to walk this path?"

  Mu Qingfeng took a step forward, looked up and said with a serious gaze: "The path of the strong, as long as one is willing, will never be lonely."

  The old man was taken aback.

  Through Mu Qingfeng's eyes, it seemed as if he had seen something, and seemed as if he had thought of something.

  There seem to be several figures flashing by in my mind.

  Loneliness, solitude, and boredom are all his own choices.

  Those who followed him without hesitation at that time, those who loved him, were all abandoned by him in the name of cultivation.

  "Good!" The old man took a deep breath, as if reminiscing and letting go of something, with a bright light in his eyes. "Sit down cross-legged, I will help you awaken your spiritual root!"

  What a girl!

  Your path of becoming a strong warrior, let me witness it for you all the way!

  Mo Qingfeng gazed deeply at the elderly man in front of him: "Huang Lao."

  "Shoo, shoo, shoo! You little rascal, stop teasing me, I've got goosebumps all over!" Huang Lao immediately jumped three meters away, rubbing his arms non-stop.

  Mo Qingfeng's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement: "I just wanted to say that you look even more lecherous when you're not smiling than when you are."

  "Ah, I... damn it." Huang Lao was so annoyed that he made a gesture to kick this little girl's butt. What a hateful little girl! He was so handsome and elegant, yet she dared to say he was lewd?

  But Mu Qingfeng had already sat down with his legs crossed, and after Huang Lao's anger passed, the corners of his mouth were hooked up high. Getting along with this little girl felt unexpectedly not bad.

  Huang Lao sat cross-legged behind Mu Qingfeng, his hands pressed against the acupoints on her back, and a gentle stream of spiritual energy slowly flowed into Mu Qingfeng's body.

  Mocheng Feng didn't know that the awakening of the spiritual root on the Cangyun continent was accompanied by one's own innate talent, waiting for awakening, and at most using elixirs to accelerate the awakening time.

  But Huang Lao used the most ancient way of awakening with determination and resolution, and it was not a spiritual power awakening, but simply a soul power.

  With the mighty soul of Huang Lao, this initial awakening method has already revealed Mu Qingfeng's future talent, absolutely not to be underestimated!

  Huang Lao used the power of his soul to help Mu Qingfeng awaken his spiritual roots. Three hours later, Huang Lao, whose soul was already quite weak, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mu Qingfeng, with a look of surprise and admiration in his eyes: "You truly live up to my expectations as my disciple!"

  This natural talent, this rebellious spiritual pulse, is simply tailored for him, a disciple made to order for the Soul Control Sect!