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"Let's go." Crimson Spirit reluctantly looked at the scenery of the wilderness.

After passing by a towering ancient tree in front of him, he only saw a few neatly arranged bamboo houses. Under the awning's guidance, they actually became one, as exquisite as a jade gem.

The bamboo house was covered in vines and small purple flowers that dotted the tender green joints of the bamboo, giving off an incomparably beautiful feeling.

As he walked along the corridor, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart. It was as if he was once again in the middle of a street with Jiang Nan.

At the end of the corridor, Chu Feng astonishingly saw a silver-haired old man cleaning the leaves that fell from the sky. His eyes were extremely focused.

Chu Feng couldn't help but take a few more glances. He saw that the old man's arm was full of veins and the hands that tightly grasped the broom were extremely powerful. It didn't seem like he was the type of person who was going to die.

Right at the moment when Chu Feng was observing, Crimson Spirit hopped over to the old man's side. She called out "Uncle Fu" and gestured with her hand.

When the old man saw the girl in front of him, he also gestured with his hands and lowered his head to clean the leaves on the ground.

Seeing them chatting like that, Chu Feng knew that the old man was mute and a wave of sorrow surged into his heart.

Seeing the old man's reply, the Crimson Spirit was a bit disappointed. She walked back and said, "It's really unmemorable. They've all gone up the mountain to gather herbs. They'll only be back tomorrow afternoon." As he spoke, he sighed helplessly.

Seeing her appearance, Chu Feng couldn't help but smile and say, "That's nothing. It's fine if we stay here for one more night, let alone this beautiful place!"

Hearing her junior brother's exhortation, the originally depressed Crimson Spirit couldn't help but laugh as she said, "I'll take you on a tour. Behind the bamboo shed, there is a small stream of water that has been left behind. Let's go take a look."

After saying that, he bid farewell to the old man and left.

Chu Feng smiled at that old man and nodded. Then, he caught up to his senior sister who had already left.

When Chu Feng and the others left, the old man who had swept the ground couldn't help but put down what he was doing. He looked at the tree of horned dragons and muttered, "Tell me, is he the person he is waiting for?"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to sweep the leaves on the ground.

When the horned dragon tree heard the old man's words, its originally hard and solid body couldn't help but tremble.

For a time, the valley was filled with strange things.

In a short moment, Chu Feng and the others circled around the bamboo house. Then, they saw a light belt pouring down from the peak of the mountain.

This waterfall was a thread of the sky, also known as the thread of the sky.

About seven or eight meters away from the ground, the rock protruded out again and it was around two meters wide. Chu Feng couldn't help jumping onto the rock and he couldn't help but summon out his flying sword.

When Crimson Spirit who was below saw Chu Feng brandishing the longsword, she couldn't help shouting.

Chu Feng, who was on the rock, started to practice the Clear Spring Sword Technique with an intoxicated expression.

The water curtain that was like a ribbon floated up along with Chu Feng's trembling sword. Instantly, the water belt that was originally hanging down from the sky was cut off from his lower half.

He didn't know what was going on. Chu Feng, who was dancing with the Netherworld Sword, seemed to have returned to the bamboo forest. The feeling of looking down on the world made Chu Feng surge with passion.

However, this time around, it was not as turbulent as the last time. It kept a bit of consciousness and gave Chu Feng a chance to actively explore.

Xiao Chen carefully savored the mysteries of the way of the sword. The [Dark Spirit Sword] in his hand moved swiftly in the room, sometimes roaring like a dragon crossing the river, sometimes slow like the Yellow River, and sometimes slow like a snail.

When the Crimson Spirit Child below saw Chu Feng's state, she couldn't help but feel a bit regretful. The talent of her junior was quite good. She hadn't reached such a level in three years while she was practicing the sword, and he had such a deep feeling even after half a year.

As she secretly cast a few glances at Chu Feng who was lost in his thoughts, the Crimson Spirit walked to the side by herself.

The Netherworld Spirit Sword was still flying in his hand, but Chu Feng was a bit unsettled. He also demonstrated the moves back and forth and kept on feeling that there was something hidden underneath, but he could not grasp the main point.

After a long while, Chu Feng helplessly sighed and stopped. He looked at the Dark Spirit Sword in his hand and muttered, "What exactly is it?" As he spoke, he scratched the back of his ear.

At the moment when Chu Feng's body was filled with energy, a figure suddenly appeared before Chu Feng. Without any warning, that figure seemed to have already stood there.

When he saw the figure clearly, he recognized it to be the old man who had swept the floor earlier.

Chu Feng smiled at him. As for that old man, he extended his hand without any change in his expression.

He looked doubtfully at the old man who extended his hand, only to see the old man pointing a finger at the Dark Spirit Sword in his hand.

As he lingered around, Chu Feng still handed the Dark Spirit Sword in his hand to the old man. This seemed to be a risky decision. If that old man had any ill intentions, then it was likely that Chu Feng would have to play like this.

When the old man received the longsword, he took a few steps away before squatting down and leaping into the air, the longsword in his hand dancing non-stop.

In mid-air, the water splendor circled around the old man. The muslin belt danced with the sword in the old man's hand.

Standing on the rock, Chu Feng sized up the old man's movements and he discovered that it was the Clear Spring Sword Technique that he was practicing.

However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that the old man's aura was not only slightly higher than his own, but was also a lot stronger than his master Jiang Chengzi's.

And just as Chu Feng was sighing with emotion, he heard an explosive shout, "Watch carefully."

At that instant, he saw that the old man was dancing the two strikes that he did not understand before. Chu Feng couldn't help but widen his eyes and he stared straight at the old man's one strike after another.

Even the movement, withdrawal, change, and rotation had been completed. The two moves, the turning over of the carp, had been completed without a care for its life.

His focus was only on that. Chu Feng did not even bother with those minuscule details.

A moment later, the old man gradually descended, and the sword in his hand also weakened.

When his feet finally touched the ground, his hands also withdrew their momentum.

This was the end of the Clear Spring Sword Technique.

The old man chuckled as he looked at Chu Feng. Then, he said, "Did you see it clearly?"

"Look carefully." Chu Feng nodded as he came back to his senses.

Seeing Chu Feng's confused expression, the old man did not say anything. He only returned the Dark Spirit Sword in his hand to Chu Feng and leaped down from the rock.

His body disappeared in front of Chu Feng in a blink. However, the sound of the old man's voice echoed in the valley, "I hope you can keep this a secret for me."

Chu Feng firmly nodded when he heard those words. Then, he started to ponder.

After a long while, Chu Feng couldn't help but wave the Dark Spirit Sword in his hand. This move was smoothly executed from his tender hands. However, when it came to the carp turning over and putting its life on the line, it was slightly sluggish.

However, it was much better than before. In an instant, Chu Feng finished the Clear Spring Sword Technique.

Although the progress was very clear, Chu Feng seemed to be dissatisfied.

After a short rest, Chu Feng waved the Netherworld Spirit Sword in his hand again. This time, it seemed to be a bit more refined than last time. However, the two strikes did not seem to have any changes and he still could not grasp the profoundness within.

Sighing helplessly, Chu Feng put away the Dark Spirit Sword in his hand and leaped down.

It was because Chu Feng knew that if he continued cultivating, there would be no improvements. Rather than that, it would be better to just stop for a while and come back later.

Sometimes, they didn't just retreat, they also went into hibernation for the sake of reaching a higher level.

In this valley, the only exit was the white jade cave that he had just entered.

From top to bottom, it looked like a well, but there was a horned dragon tree in the middle of his waist, blocking the sunlight that was shining down from the sky.

After walking for a while, Chu Feng returned to the bamboo house. After searching for a while, he was still unable to find his senior sister. Thus, Chu Feng opened a door and walked in.

The bamboo door creaked as it was pushed open, and the fragrance of medicine assaulted his nostrils. After sniffing the air, Chu Feng was able to recognize that it was the fragrance of the Jade Orchid Fragrance, as well as the smell of the jujube paste.

In the past half year, other than cultivating, Chu Feng also learned medicine from her.

In six months of time, Chu Feng was already familiar with the medicinal materials and their medicinal properties. Although he had not shown off his talent yet, Chu Feng was certain that his alchemy skills were not too bad.

This was because even his master was quite pleased with his own sharp soul force. Refining pills not only required the refinement of a true flame, but more importantly, the nurturing of a soul force.

However, what made Chu Feng depressed was that the thing that his master called the True Fire had been discovered in his body.

He had heard from his senior sister that not everyone possessed true flames. It all depended on one's personal circumstances. However, most people had it, so Chu Feng was not too worried.

According to the books, the human body had three souls and six spirits. One of the spirits was the one that gave birth to the power of true fire.

True Fire was divided into two parts: Yang Fire and Yin Fire.

Yang Fire was divided into Pure Yang True Fire, Searing Sun True Fire, and Burning Sun True Fire.

Yin Fire was divided into the Pure Yin Primordial Fire, the Min Yin Primordial Fire, and the Ice Yin Primordial Fire.

These three types of Yin Yang True Fire had improved along with the Qi within their bodies. However, there were a few who were born with high grade True Fire.

As the human body was of the yang attribute, regardless of whether it was male or female, most of them belonged to the yang attribute. Yin Fire, on the other hand, was extremely rare.

Compared to the two of them, the Yin Fire was indeed stronger. After all, the Yang Fire did not possess a trace of Yin Fire. Therefore, every time the Yin Fire appeared, it was an omen of the birth of various elixirs.

Quietly walking in this bamboo house that was filled with the scent of medicine, his eyes couldn't help but look in every direction.

On the left side of the bookshelf, there was a book on medicinal herbs that exuded an ancient scent.

Chu Feng, who was quite interested in pharmacology, couldn't help walking over to the bookshelf, pulled out a book, and started reading it seriously.