Chapter Twenty-Four Departure

  What a waste!

  Yang Yunqiu had also heard that only cultivators who had entered the gate of longevity and far-sightedness, after an accidental fall, would leave behind a spiritual seed in the world. The cultivator who obtained the seed could inherit everything from the other person.

  Knowledge, experience, kung fu, divine power, vast and boundless spiritual energy.

  Yang Yunqiu himself didn't quite believe it, thinking that at most it was just a legend. However, now these cultivators want to gain without effort too much, and once they abandon the mundane world, they will inevitably cause great chaos. Not to mention others, even he himself might have second thoughts.

  "Alright, as long as you pay 100,000 gold coins, I'll be your guide."

  Feng Ning lost his smile.

  "Situ gritted his teeth: 'Do you want something so expensive?'"

  "It can be even more expensive." Yang Yunqiu knocked on the table, and a few points of ease appeared on her face. With 100,000 gold coins in hand, all the debts at home would be paid off.

  It's just that his mother never said who they borrowed money from at home, which made him a little curious.

  It's not just Fuling and his gang who want to go to the barbaric forest, other top sects have also been alerted, and many small sects don't even know what happened, they're just following suit.

  The whole Changsu Town is now in an uproar. A few days ago, before the sandstorm had passed, someone ventured into the forest.

  Yang Yunqiu understood in her heart that going to that place was fraught with danger, and relying solely on her high cultivation wouldn't be enough. Even a 9th-rank immortal master wouldn't dare venture deep into the frozen wilderness during the harsh winter season.

  He's fearless, with a doll guiding him, no matter how perilous the situation is, it won't affect him, but bringing Pei Ning and the others along is a big trouble.

  As one of the top disciples of Tianxiu Valley, he was already a 7th-grade cultivator and could be considered a top figure in the entire Yan State.

  There are no more than a hundred people in the entire Yan State who have achieved the seventh rank or higher.

  In this vast and desolate forest, countless seventh-grade cultivators have been devoured since ancient times.

  Fu Ning furrowed his brow and sighed: "I was thinking of going after the spring, but this kind of thing, it's always better to be early than late, what if..."

  In case the rumors are true and he hasn't completed his adoptive father's orders, wouldn't that be a wasted trip.

  Yang Yunqiu agreed to be Pinyin's guide, and then grabbed him to go shopping at various business firms. They bought a large number of things, including all sorts of metals and rare materials. Pinyin spent more than half of the silver money he had brought with him, but still felt somewhat unsatisfied.

  He bought all the materials and piled them up in his only large warehouse at home, then locked himself in the warehouse for a closed-door project. People outside could only hear the sound of clanging and banging, with no idea what he was doing.

  At this time, the Taoist is refining his instrument, and others naturally cannot watch. If someone peeks at another's unique secret method, it would be a very taboo thing to do.

  Yang Yunqiu locked herself up for a whole seven days and seven nights.

  The various forces in Changsu Town have all retreated, and the streets have returned to calm. Fu Ning is still practicing his sword diligently every day, without any impatience. However, Situ Changfeng was so angry that he scrutinized Yang Yunqiu from head to toe countless times.

  "Hey, I'm telling you, Patriarch, Big Brother, are you still waiting for him? If we wait any longer, the yellow flower dish will be cold. If another sect got it, that's fine, but what if some evil or heretical sect gets the Wasteland Seed? You won't be able to complete your mission, and who knows, maybe another demon king will appear? Three hundred years ago, there was Great Master Yang Jingtian, and Demon King Aro didn't manage to destroy our Yan Country. Now, who's going to stop him? Your adoptive father? Your master?"

  Fu Ning lost his smile, seeing that he was all flustered, unable to sit still, shaking his head and saying: "I think you're not in a hurry to leave, afraid of not being able to eat Yang Gongzi's cooking, feeling stifled inside?"

  Situ Changfeng puffed out his face, but ultimately didn't retort.

  He's been here for so long and hasn't gotten tired of it. Yang Yunqiu's good craftsmanship is truly an absolute bonus.

  Yang Yunqiu's cooking doesn't have any secrets, he himself has a lot of things to attend to and isn't very willing to enter the kitchen. Zhou Lanxi learned early on, but she has been frugal for many years and is not willing to put in oil or salt, let alone the expensive spices Yang Yunqiu bought.

  Even so, Zhou Lan Zhi's craftsmanship is much better than others. Si Tu Chang Feng still comes over to grab food every time it's mealtime. He's careless and forgetful, not even knowing to bring some food. Fortunately, Fu Ning is meticulous, otherwise the household expenses would have exceeded the limit.

  "Ah, indeed it's easy to go from frugal to extravagant but hard to go from extravagant to frugal." Situ Changfeng hugged his belly and sighed, "How can I live in the future!"

  Fu Ning cried and laughed at the same time: "You cultivate without seeking to avoid grains, when did you learn to be greedy for the desires of your mouth and stomach?"

  "Don't tell me you're not hungry?"

  Fu Ning hesitated for a moment, then furrowed his brow and sighed: "Indeed, one day without food is like missing something..."

  His expression also showed a hint of embarrassment, "If Master finds out, I'm afraid he'll punish me to go to the Furnace Mountain for reflection."

  At the mention of Huo Shan, Situ Changfeng also shuddered.

  Burning Mountain is a forbidden place in Tianxiu Valley, but the disciples of Tiangong Workshop are also familiar with this place. It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, Burning Mountain fell from a cluster of heavenly fire, and since then, the flames have not been extinguished, with scorched earth for thousands of miles, and within a hundred miles around Burning Mountain, no grass grows, desolate and barren to the extreme. There are also very few parts where fire-attributed monsters live.

  Situ Changfeng didn't understand either, why the group of girls from Tianxiu Valley chose this place as their sect's residence, it was an old matter from a thousand years ago, and now it can't be figured out, but anyway, it was convenient for Feng Ning.

  It is said that when Tianxiu Valley's Director Fang discovered him, he thought it was a divine sword being born. Following the sword energy to the National Master's residence, he sensed that his origin was extraordinary, with a sword spirit and bones like a sword, just like a famous sword. Overjoyed, he took him in as a direct disciple and had him enter the restricted area of Huoshan to cultivate, wanting to forge Futing like a divine sword.

  "Sighing, Sito said: 'I really don't understand, a place like Huo Shan, how can you stay there for eighteen years? I couldn't even stand it for a moment.'"

  Their Tiangong workshop sometimes needs to go to the Furnace Mountain to fetch heavenly fire to refine equipment, but every time the disciples return, they have to do several days of nightmares.

  Later, Situ Changfeng got to know Fu Ning, which relieved him. Every time he needed Tianhuo, he would ask him for help and have it delivered.

  Fu Ning wiped the flying sword while chatting with Situ Changfeng. Before noon, the large iron door of the warehouse, which was still relatively intact and not leaking wind, opened wide.

  Situ Changfeng whistled, and with a whoosh, he flew past. As a result, he didn't see Yang Yunqiu at all, but only heard a faint hissing sound, followed by the emergence of 'a' steel 'monster' from the door.

  The "monster" had a bright green outer skin, which didn't look bad at all. The lines were smooth and flowing. Sze-toh Long-feng was startled, but after taking a closer look, his eyes lit up with a smile: "What is this thing? Is it a car? Yang Yun-qiu, are you there?"

  "In."

  Yang Yunqiu opened the car door and walked out, ignoring him, and went straight to check again, confirming that the car was absolutely fine before walking over to grab the teapot and pouring a cup of tea.

  Feng Ning was also very curious, and he knocked on the outer shell of the car, feeling that this metal was quite special, warm to the touch, and slightly soft, similar to soft iron, but he didn't remember buying such materials.

  "Shall we ride into the barbarous forest?"

  Yang Yunqiu nodded: "Although it's a bit big and not flexible enough, the rear half can be removed by itself, which doesn't hinder much."

  He made a full-terrain vehicle, and even so, many improvements were made in order to walk well in the forest.

  After some thought, it seemed that there was no big problem, so he called up Fu Ning and Si Tu to get on the car, started it up for a test drive, and taught them how to drive and glide.

  The car is very easy to operate, and Fu Ning and Si Tu are both repairmen. Fu Ning is also a seventh-grade repairman, so he learns quickly. Yang Yunqiu does it once himself, they watch once, and that's about it.

  "Unfortunately, the time was not enough, and it was not done finely. Although it can fly, it can only fly a short distance and is not very stable... As expected, it's better not to try flying."

  Situ Changfeng saw that the car could really move without oxen, and he was stunned for a long time. He finally sighed somewhat despondently: "The craftsmen of the Heavenly Workshop nowadays only know how to rely on their predecessors' legacies, and don't understand innovation. Even if they do come up with something new, it's just old wine in new bottles, nothing novel about it. I'm no exception either... Who would have thought that this out-of-the-way small town could actually..."

  Fu Ning lost his smile: "The carriage made by Young Master Yang is not very novel either. Before the great master Yang Jingting, wasn't there a flying boat? And thinking carefully about it, it seems to be a similar device."

  Situ Changfeng's hair stood on end, and his melancholic thoughts were swept away. He grabbed the person and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do we need to flatter him like this? Does he dare to compare himself to Fei Zhou?"

  He was jumping his feet there, Yang Yunqiu didn't hear him, and whispered to Fu Ning to discuss how many things to bring. As a result, more and more things were added, including firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, all kinds of medicines, bedding, dried meat, even daily necessities like toiletries were all brought along.

  The list went on and on, even Feng Ning was stunned.

  Yang Yunqiu smiled and said: "Don't think we're being too careful, we have few people on our side, I've already streamlined it, when you're poor at home but rich on the road, and going out, how can you be too careful?"

  Everything was ready, and even a dozen pairs of special boots were prepared. Yang Yunqiu finally agreed to set off.

  Situ finally vented his anger, if he didn't set off now, his passion would be completely worn away.

  Zhou Lan Zhi had always not interfered with her son's major decisions, but this time, she kept reminding him repeatedly, as if it was more reluctant than three years ago when he left to apprentice.

  "Son, your 18th birthday is approaching, mom will prepare a gift for you and put it in a place where you often played when you were young, wait for you to come back and find it yourself."

  Yang Yunqiu couldn't help but smile and nod her head, she didn't expect that this mother still had some childlike innocence.

  Cai Tu Zhang Feng didn't rush for a long time, but once he got on the car, he complained: "We're leaving too late."

  Yang Yunqiu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, we will definitely be faster than others."

  This is a fact, on such a winter day now, except for individual hunters who are desperate to make a living and may serve as guides for outsiders, most people will definitely not be able to find a guide. As for familiarity with the forest, who can compare to Yang Yunqiu, who has lived in it for three whole years and emerged from the thorns!

  As expected, the carriage sped along quickly and before an hour had passed, they caught up with the main group of people.