My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

In the blink of an eye, there were only seven days until the Patriarch Initiation Ceremony. On Whitefog Summit, two disciples guarding the spiritual garden were arguing.

Qiu Bai, “I think Fairy Su Hua from the White Phoenix Sword Sect is the most beautiful. I saw her from a distance the other day and for a moment, I fell into a dreamlike state. I didn’t even dare to look at her again for fear of blaspheming the fairy.”

Qiu Hong, “You’re so outdated. Fairy Su Hua is too common in the cultivation world, appearing all frosty and emotionless like most of the female cultivators. Obviously, Fairy Bi Ling from the Genesis Sect is the most charming. Just one look from her eyes and your soul will be captured!”

The two of them bickered endlessly when they suddenly heard a cough behind them.

When they turned around, an unfamiliar boy appeared out of nowhere and smiled at them.

Qiu Bai and Qiu Hong were appointed to Whitefog Summit just half a year ago. Although they did not know the teenager, since the other party could come and go freely on Whitefog Summit, they knew they could not easily offend this person.

Therefore, they asked politely, “Shixiong, how can we help you?”

Jing Yue, “I’m here to pick some Green Rock Vine.”

The two exchanged a glance and dared not stop him.

After Jing Yue had left, Qiu Bai said, “Who is that?”

Qiu Hong, “I don’t… ah! Could he be the new patriarch? I heard that he lives on Whitefog Summit and this spiritual garden belongs to him, but we haven’t seen him in the past few months.”

Qiu Bai’s burly body trembled before he exclaimed in unison with Qiu Hong, “Hahaha! How is that possible?”

On the other side, Jing Yue returned to his room to prepare the medicine.

Mu Feng’s Dantian was destroyed, which meant he had lost the ability to cultivate. Although he was not the one who did it, the entire matter was caused by him in some way. In any case, the other party was a disciple of Frostcloud Sect and he was also not some hopeless treacherous villain. How could he watch as Mu Feng’s future was ruined just like that?

Mu Feng had just injured his Dantian while the core of his spiritual root was still intact. In Jing Yue’s memory, there was an Inception Regenerating Pill that could reshape and regenerate everything in the body, except for not being able to repair the spiritual root.

However, Jing Yue only knew bits and pieces of the pill recipe, so he did not hand the information over to the Pill Refining Hall before. Now, he could only try it out by himself.

This test lasted for six days, not to mention the blood, sweat and tears that went into the experiments. In short, all the gophers on Whitefog Summit were almost wiped out by blue phoenix.

Yes, Jing Yue had activated a new skill in blue phoenix—the gopher catching skill.

Fortunately, the Inception Regenerating Pill was successfully concocted finally.

On the same day, Jing Yue inquired about the whereabouts of Mu Feng’s dormitory and went down the mountains with the pill.

Along the way, he met many cultivators from other sects, and there were particularly many people near the Alchemy Hall. It was said that there were many learned cultivators in the art of alchemy that came to seek advice recently, so much that the elders of the Alchemy Hall were annoyed and all disappeared without a trace.

After he passed through a corridor full of vines, Jing Yue arrived at a small courtyard.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard was wide open, and two disciples were sitting on a stone bench chatting leisurely. On the stone table, there was a plate of spiritual fruits and two cups of spiritual tea, and they looked pretty comfy.

Jing Yue, “May I know if Mu Feng is in?”

The two paused in their conversation and saw Jing Yue. One of them was quite impatient but dared not show his temper at Jing Yue, so he merely said nonchalantly, “Who are you?”

Jing Yue, “I’m Jing Yue from Whitefog Summit.”

Jing Yue? Who? Don’t know.

However, they heard clearly that the other party came from Whitefog Summit, which was the territory of Patriarch Yi Ye!

The attitude of the disciple who posed the question improved a lot. “If you’re looking for Mu Feng-shixiong, he does live here.”

“Is he in the room?”

That disciple smiled meaningfully, “Where else can he go?”

The other disciple laughed as well.

Jing Yue frowned. He felt a sense of schadenfreude in their smiles.

As he entered the room, he found Mu Feng alone in the room lying on the bed.

The sunlight spilled into the room through the window, but the rays did not shine on the corner where he was, so it looked pretty gloomy and desolate.

“Mu Feng,” Jing Yue called out.

The other party slowly turned his back to him, making it clear that he was ignoring him.

Seeing that Mu Feng moved slowly but not paralyzed, Jing Yue knew that the sect had given him a Hundred-turn Meridian Pill to repair his meridians.

“Mu Feng.”

“Stop calling. Which defeated opponent are you, here to laugh at my sorry state now?”

A simple sentence was enough to convey the treatment he had experienced these days. Jing Yue was silent for a moment before he said calmly, “I’ll help you reconstruct your Dantian.”

The person on the bed obviously tensed his back before he chuckled. “Are you kidding me? I’ve never heard that an eradicated Dantian can be reconstructed.”

Jing Yue, “Not knowing about it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

Mu Feng turned his head angrily and tried to prop his body up. “What? Isn’t my sorry state enough to make you happy? Why bother to play tricks on me? Do you really think I’ll fall for it?”

He panted loudly as he stared at Jing Yue, eyes bloodshot and heart consumed by bitter hatred. If not for the pill that was laced with poison, how would he end up in such a state?

To think that his dormitory used to be filled with people, his fellow disciples respected him, but now…

Once the ceremony was over, he would be forced to leave the sect. Twenty years of effort had been wasted and he could never touch this path again!

Jing Yue calmly bragged, “Believe it or not, the pill is personally refined by the patriarch on Whitefog Summit.”

Mu Feng, “…”

After a while, he asked hesitantly, “You’re from Whitefog Summit?”

“I am.”

“But why would Patriarch Yi Ye save me?”

Mu Feng could not believe it. After all, even the Primary faction had given up on him, stepping on his blood and tears, exchanging benefits with the enemies!

But what could he do? He could do nothing except swallow the bitter fruit.

Jing Yue knew he had misunderstood but did not explain further. He took out the pill directly. “The reconstruction process will be very painful. I hope you can bear with it.”

Seeing Mu Feng’s dazed expression, he continued, “Why are you so wishy-washy? You are already like this. How worse can it get?”

Mu Feng smiled bitterly. “You’re right. How worse can it get?”

With that said, he took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

Very soon, Mu Feng felt a sudden warmth in the originally empty Dantian, and his body became hotter and hotter, as if his internal organs were being burned by a raging fire.

But Mu Feng was not afraid at all. He even wished that it could hurt more, because he knew that his ruined Dantian was being repaired little by little.

The pill was effective! This person did not lie to him!

Mu Feng mobilized the strength of his entire body to overcome the pain. When he imagined that he could cultivate again, he felt that there was nothing intolerable.

His will that had become weak and uncertain was now indestructible!

“Arrgghhhh…”

Although Mu Feng tried his very best to endure the pain that even his teeth were ground to pieces, the refining process was too excruciating that he finally screamed.

The two disciples outside the courtyard startled at the same time, and one of them asked in a low voice, “What’s happening inside?”

The other person shook his head and said quietly, “Maybe the person was actually here to torment Mu-shixiong?”

“Isn’t that too cruel? More ruthless than the people before this.”

“Tsk, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. I thought he looked pretty pleasing to the eye, not like a brutal person at all.”

“Forget it, let’s ignore it. Who told Mu-shixiong to make so many enemies before? Besides, that person lives on Whitefog Summit. We can’t offend someone like that.”

After about fifteen minutes, Mu Feng finally stopped screaming and his breathing gradually eased. Jing Yue scanned with his divine consciousness and found that his Dantian had been restored like before.

When Mu Feng opened his eyes again, he found no outsiders in his room.

He lowered his head, slowly opened his palm and clenched a fist again, tears pouring down his face.

After a while, he walked out of the dormitory. Mu Feng ignored the surprised expressions of his roommates.

He fell on his knees heavily and kowtowed repeatedly in the direction of Whitefog Summit.