C6 Spirit Martial Continent

Sixth chapter, Spiritual Martial Continent.

After an unknown period of time, Xuan Feng slowly woke up.

What entered his eyes was still the stone cave, and he was still lying on the cold white jade bed. The old man who had fainted earlier had already woken up. He looked at Xuan Feng with concern.

"Who are you?"

"Little master, you're awake. " The old man said in surprise, "I'm Ying Long!"

"Ying, Ying Long?" Xuan Feng called out.

"Young master, you recognized me!" Ying Long's body trembled, and his eyes were filled with tears of excitement.

"Then who am I?" Xuan Feng felt this extremely weak body, which looked to be in his teens, and was at a loss for words.

"You. . . You are Feng. Little master, have you forgotten?"

"Who am I? Who am I?" Xuan Feng had a splitting headache and his mind was in chaos. He didn't know whether he was Xuan Feng or that child called Feng!

The two souls in this skinny young man's body seemed to be fighting over this body. Xuan Feng thought about the war between the Immortals and Devils in Kunlun Realm, and then he felt like he was in the middle of it all. In a wealthy and powerful mansion that he had never seen before, a bloody battle was happening there!

This was a dream, this must be a dream! Xuan Feng was almost certain.

Didn't he just break up with that monk in Kunlun Realm? Why did he come to this cave?

"Little master, you are Feng? Don't you remember?" Ying Long was anxious. He looked at the confused Xuan Feng and said, "I never thought that after three years of sleep, little master would forget so many things. "

"Feng? Sleep for three years?" Xuan Feng did not understand what Uncle Loong was saying at all. He struggled to raise his hand to rub his swollen and painful head. Suddenly, he felt something warm in his hand.

Xuan Feng slowly opened his palm. There was a shining golden pearl in his palm. The pearl was unusually smooth, crystal clear, and warm and comfortable.

"Exquisite Buddha Beads!"

Xuan Feng was shocked. This bead was the Buddha Pill that the monk had given him before he left Kunlun Realm.

This wasn't a dream. This was real. That monk had really allowed him to transmigrate!

After a long time, Xuan Feng finally confirmed a fact. He had transmigrated to a young man with the same name as him.

After being shocked for a long time, Xuan Feng asked with a bitter smile. "Where is this? What dynasty?"

"Little master, we are now in a cave in the Thousand Fold Mountain at the border of the Spiritual Martial Continent's Kunlun Tribe. It is the third year of Qian Yuan. "

Spiritual Martial Continent. During the third year of the Qian Dynasty, Xuan Feng had transmigrated to a different world.

Spiritual Martial Continent was divided into five parts. The Kunlun Tribe was located in the center.

To the north of the Kunlun Tribe was the desert and desert, and to the north of the Northern Desert was the Northern Di Division.

The east side was the ocean and thousands of islands. They were called the Dongyi Clan.

To the south of the Kunlun Tribe was the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the Southern Wilderness. This was the Nanmann Tribe of the Spiritual Martial Continent.

To the west of the Kunlun Tribe was a vast land. It was a place that could not see the sun all year round. It was a chaotic place, and it was called the Xirong Tribe.

Within the five divisions. There were humans, Fox Clan, Demon Race, Ghost Clan and a few other large tribes. They lived in different parts of the five tribes.

Spiritual Martial Continent was cultivating the Immortal Dao and light arts. Everyone was proud of their physique, which allowed them to cultivate the Immortal Dao!

What made Xuan Feng not know whether to laugh or cry was that this young man called Feng was extremely weak, and he couldn't even sense a trace of magic power in his body. Xuan Feng couldn't cultivate the Immortal Dao at all!

Xuan Feng had been awake for seven or eight days now. Apart from his conscious consciousness, he was also feeling weak and sore all over his body.

According to his previous life's experience, Xuan Feng had a feeling that this young man named Feng must have been poisoned by some kind of forbidden magic, which caused his body to be so weak, as if he was a cripple!

However, when Xuan Feng asked Ying Long about it, Ying Long never admitted that Xuan Feng was poisoned. He only said that he was born with a weak body and could not cultivate. However, Xuan Feng could clearly tell from Ying Long's sparkling words that he was trying his best to hide something!

Ying Long had always called Xuan Feng his young master and served him food and drinks as a servant.

Xuan Feng gradually accepted this new identity. He respectfully called Ying Long Uncle Loong.

For the past three years, in order to save Xuan Feng, who was afflicted with the Dragon Forbidden Gu, Uncle Loong had traveled the mountains and rivers of the Spiritual Martial Continent. He had been searching for herbs that were suitable for refining the Dragon Forbidden Gu. Uncle Loong had also stolen from every single wealthy and powerful family in the Spiritual Martial Continent, as well as the forbidden grounds of the imperial palace.

A few days ago, in order to refine Uncle Loongs, Uncle Loong had forcefully activated his spirit dao energy, causing the 'Venomous Dragon Venomous Gu' in his body to flare up. Uncle Loong had used the blood spirit energy to refine a spirit pill, and his spirit dao energy had been consumed too much, causing his body to become weaker and weaker.

The heavens did not let down those who were determined! These three years of enduring torment had finally paid off.

Uncle Loong looked at Xuan Feng, who was getting better day by day, with tears flowing down his face.

A month later, Xuan Feng was actually able to get off the bed and walk. Although he was staggering, gasping for breath after taking a few steps, and his face was pale, he had still taken the first step that was worth celebrating.

Xuan Feng faintly felt that the improvement of his body might have something to do with the Exquisite Buddha Pill that the monk had given him. Whenever his body felt cold and weak, the Exquisite Buddha Pill would give him a warm feeling. After that, Xuan Feng would feel much more comfortable.

He slowly moved to the side of a smooth boulder at the edge of the cave and leaned against it to bask in the sun.

The boulder was the only place in the grotto that was illuminated by sunlight. Sunlight shone down from the crack at the top of the grotto. Every day, it would take four to five hours.

Xuan Feng closed his eyes and lazily basked in the sun. A light breeze blew across his face, making him feel very comfortable.

Uncle Loong returned from outside the cave and looked at the young man who was sleeping soundly under the sunlight. He had a happy expression on his face.

He walked quietly to Xuan Feng's side and saw that he had stretched out his right hand, revealing a golden ring on his index finger. Under the urging of Uncle Loong's spiritual power, the golden light of the ring shone brightly, and a golden illusory space that was a hundred square meters appeared.

Within the golden spatial zone, a large part of it was filled with dazzling items.

Uncle Loong pointed with his finger. A large box of ancient books flew out of the golden space and landed in front of Xuan Feng.

Xuan Feng slightly opened his starry eyes and looked at Uncle Loong casting a spell in surprise.

After a while, Chen Yi's front was filled with all kinds of items.

A large bag of clothes and a large box of ancient books. A large pile of food and a large box of unknown items.

"Little master, I went out just now to search for these things so that little master can spend this boring time in the cave. " Uncle Loong looked at the thin Xuan Feng with a loving expression.

Xuan Feng was overjoyed. He felt that there was no sun or moon in the cave, so he was bored to death.

"Thank you, Uncle Loong. " Xuan Feng was interested in ancient books, so he took a few and started reading.

The Jade Clear Sutra talked about cultivation and philosophy. The Book Collection and the Classic of Poetry were classic literature books that all scholars in Spiritual Martial Continent had to read. Since he was unable to cultivate the Immortal Dao now, he would first study poetry. At least he had a skill that could be used to rule the world in literature in the future.

All of them were of low quality, only the cultivation was high.

All of them were low-grade? Xuan Feng was immersed in the fragrance of the book, and he shook his head as he smiled.

In the next month or so, Xuan Feng had read all the ancient books that Uncle Loong had brought back. Although it was an ancient style, Xuan Feng still forced himself to read it. The characters of the style were very familiar.

On this day, Uncle Loong returned to the cave with a smile on his face.

"Little master, look what good stuff I brought back for you. " Uncle Loong walked to Xuan Feng and took out a bronze box from his spatial ring. He handed it to Xuan Feng.

Xuan Feng opened the box and saw a pair of rings, one gold and one silver.

"These two are spatial rings. The golden ring has a storage space of 500 square meters. It can store living creatures such as spirit beasts. This silver ring also has a storage space of 300 to 400 square meters. It can store hundreds of things other than living creatures.

As long as little master drops blood on the rings, they will be the spatial rings that only belong to you. In the future, you can put things you like in them, and others can't open them or see them. "

Xuan Feng was overjoyed and quickly bit his index finger. A drop of blood dripped onto the silver ring.

The silver ring shone with a silver light. In front of Xuan Feng appeared a three to four hundred square meter silver space. There were already five to six wooden boxes inside. Books, clothes, food, and gold were all there.

After opening the golden ring, a huge golden space appeared in front of Xuan Feng. It was empty inside.

Xuan Feng knew that he didn't have the power of Martial Dao or the power of Spirit Dao. Therefore, he couldn't casually move things inside and outside the spatial ring. He could only rely on Uncle Loong's power of spirit.

Uncle Loong had cooked a good dish. Over the past three months, He had used all kinds of mountain treasures and wild animals to make delicious dishes for Xuan Feng.

Xuan Feng picked up a mountain rabbit that Uncle Loong had gotten. He used a sharp knife to peel off its fur and skillfully took out its internal organs. He put an iron skewer on it and roasted it on the fire of pine wood.

Uncle Loong watched curiously from the side as Xuan Feng quickly rolled the iron skewer. After a while, the rabbit meat was roasted into a golden color, emitting a bright oil light. An alluring fragrance drifted into their noses. Uncle Loong greedily sniffed a few times.

"Little master, what is this cooking method? Why is it so fragrant?" Uncle Loong was curious about Xuan Feng. How could this cooking method be used? Xuan Feng was only nine when he was unconscious. He had been in a coma in the cave for three years. Now, he was only twelve years old.

Little master had never learned how to cook food!

"This is barbeque. I learned it in my dream. Today, I will show my skills to Uncle Loong and let him taste it. " Xuan Feng had experience from his previous life. Now, he began to recover young Feng's memories one after another.

He had lived two lives, and he knew a lot of things that others did not know about.

After sprinkling salt and seasoning on it, an even stronger fragrance assailed his nostrils. Xuan Feng looked at the roasted rabbit meat with satisfaction, tore half of it, and handed it to Uncle Loong.

Uncle Loong held the rabbit leg, took a big bite of the fragrant rabbit meat, and endured the heat as he chewed with satisfaction.

"It's really delicious!" Uncle Loong mumbled in admiration as he ate, "I've never eaten such delicious rabbit meat before. Today, I've really basked in Little Master's glory. "

"If Uncle Loong likes it, I'll roast it for him every day. " Xuan Feng had a great appetite. In a while, he ate half of the rabbit.

"Good, good, I like it, like it. . . " Uncle Loong looked at Xuan Feng's pale face with love. There was a trace of blood on his pale face. He was so excited that tears were flowing down his face. He started to cry.

"Uncle Loong, what happened to you?" Xuan Feng slowly wiped away Uncle Loong's tears.

"I am happy to see young master taking care of himself. Even if I grow old one day, young master will still be able to live in this world. " Uncle Loong hugged the skinny Xuan Feng with tears in his eyes.

The grandfather and grandson were lamenting about their fate. Each of them was thinking about their own thoughts as they hugged and wept in the afternoon cave.