Chapter 109 Cultivation is very boring

  Jiang Feng and Xue Dao stared at each other. Zi Wei stood quietly beside Xue Dao, not saying a word. From time to time, she helped Xue Dao adjust his clothes or wiped the dirty spots on his face.

  The two people stared at each other for about five minutes, and then they both hummed at the same time before turning their heads away from each other. It was only then that Jiang Feng remembered he should leave quickly, why waste time with Blood Blade here?

  "You're so angry that you've forgotten to leave. Hurry up and tell me, what do you want from me. Never mind, let's talk while we walk." Jiang Feng said as he started picking up the storage bags of the dead monks, then began to leave the place.

  Xue Dao and Zi Wei followed him, but Xue Dao didn't say a word for half a day. Jiang Feng asked again, "Speak up, what's the matter with you chasing me?"

  "No, I never said anything was wrong," Blood Knife said.

  Jiang Feng stopped in his tracks, staring at Xue Dao with an expression that seemed to say he would have liked nothing more than to go over and give him a good thrashing. If not for the fact that he was afraid of being beaten by Zi Wei, Jiang Feng would have done just that.

  "What's wrong with you, looking for me? Don't you know, if it weren't for you, I would have left long ago!" Jiang Feng shouted at Blood Knife.

  He scratched his head with a knife, looking like he didn't know what was wrong with him, and said: "I just want you to know that I've been here. So you can't say I didn't keep my promise."

  Jiang Feng took a deep breath and kept telling himself in his heart: "I'm not angry, I'm a person with quality, I won't get angry with this kind of person."

  Feeling Jiang Feng's expression was a bit strange, Xue Dao looked at Zi Wei and said: "I still have something to do, I'll go first. We'll meet again if we have the chance."

  After finishing speaking, Xue Dao and Zi Wei flew away, leaving Jiang Feng alone. It wasn't until a minute had passed that Jiang Feng raised his middle finger in the direction Xue Dao had left in.

  "He's got a screw loose." Jiang Feng muttered to himself as he continued on his way.

  "You're no better than Hei Xie," Lan Wu said to Jiang Feng.

  Jiang Feng thought to himself, "I'm indeed a bit crazy, but at least I'm not like Xue Dao, who always tries to get along with everyone. And most importantly, you try to get along with others, yet you married a wife who hits you the moment you disagree on anything. These two people are just not compatible."

  After parting ways with Hei Dao, Jiang Feng didn't encounter any more trouble. Whenever he saw a cultivator, he would try to avoid them. Even if he couldn't avoid them, they would take one look at his cultivation level, which was only mid-Foundational Stage, and wouldn't bother talking to him.

  Half a day later, Jiang Feng arrived at a city. He found an abandoned house in the southwest corner of the city and settled down. He planned to cultivate here and also re-forge some magical weapons for himself.

  There have long been rumors that the abandoned mansion in the southwest corner is haunted, and people are even more convinced of this rumor now. Because at midnight, the sound of clanging iron can often be heard coming from inside the house.

  The sound of ironing was not really made by a ghost, but by Jiang Feng hammering metal and experimenting with refining equipment. Now he had a large piece of Huangquan Xuanjin in his hand, which naturally needed to be refined into a magic treasure rather than a magic tool. As for refining magic treasures, Jiang Feng was not good at it. His cultivation was also somewhat lacking. He could only practice first. Until he gained enough confidence, then he would proceed with the refinement.

  After half a year of seclusion in the abandoned mansion, Jiang Feng finally felt confident. He had consumed all the materials for refining equipment from the storage bags he obtained from other cultivators and was now ready to start refining artifacts using Huang Quan's sharp gold.

  Three months later, Jiang Feng sat in an empty room with the coffin made of Huangquan Xujin gold placed before him. At first, he could still sit up straight. Gradually, his body began to sway and his head slowly lowered. In the end, Jiang Feng's forehead rested on the Huangquan Xujin gold and remained completely still.

  Lan Wu appeared silently beside Jiang Feng, circling around him and the coffin twice. Seeing that Jiang Feng was using the coffin to prop up his body, sleeping soundly, Lan Wu couldn't help but furrow her brow.

  Suddenly, he lifted his foot and it landed on the coffin. As the coffin slid away, Jiang Feng's body also moved forward, and his head hit the ground with a thud.

  "Who? Who did it, come out. See if I don't beat you up so badly your own mother won't recognize you." Jiang Feng stood up from the ground, searching around while gesturing. Soon he saw Lan Wu.

  "What are you doing? I didn't tease you, why bother me while I'm sleeping." Jiang Feng said with a somewhat wronged tone and also walked to the coffin's side, leaning against it as he sat down.

  Looking at Jiang Feng leaning against the coffin, with a sleepy face, soon to enter dreamland again, Lan Wu felt somewhat unbelievable. She kicked the coffin again with her foot. Jiang Feng immediately lifted his head, looking at Lan Wu, as if asking, what do you want to do?

  "What's wrong with you? I've seen that you haven't been spirited these days, either staring blankly or sleeping. Or else there are some messy things in your mind, such as games, movies, superpowers and the like, all of which are things I've never heard of. At this rate, when will you be able to cultivate what you want?" Lan Wu said.

  Jiang Feng turned his head and took a look at the coffin behind him. On the coffin, there was a large mouth. That was what Jiang Feng had spent three months on, and it was only just barely enough to separate out sufficient Huang Quan Rui Jin. At least another month would be needed.

  "This thing is too hard, I'm exhausted every day and only managed to get a little bit done. When can I finally refine my equipment?" Jiang Feng said.

  Lan Wu said, "The ones you've gathered are enough to forge twenty swords. You only need to forge one, so just practice first. Once you've succeeded, then go and get the Huang Quan sharp gold."

  "Sooner or later, I'll have to go through the trouble of cutting the Yellow Spring and refining gold. What's the difference between sooner or later? Besides, cultivation is so boring. There's no TV to watch, no game console to play. And I can't even go out to eat. The only good thing is that there is a beautiful woman, but she supervises me every day like a housekeeper, and even sneaks up on me when I'm sleeping. Who can stand this?" Jiang Feng said in a low voice, his tone full of reluctance.

  "Cultivation is like that. You want to indulge in food and drink all day, and you also want your cultivation to grow quickly, how is that possible?" Lan Wu said.

  "It can't be that every day is the same thing, it's too boring. Why don't we go out and take a walk, get some good food back?" said Jiang Feng. After saying this, his whole person came to life, his eyes even lit up.

  "Go yourself if you want to, I'm not stopping you." Lan Wu dropped this sentence and disappeared.

  Jiang Feng once again became a dejected and listless figure. In fact, Lan Wu thought that Jiang Feng's mental state had not been good for some time, always looking dispirited. Moreover, he was always thinking about things that Lan Wu had never even heard of. Only after asking did she find out that Jiang Feng felt that cultivation was too boring, and had developed a rebellious mentality. This left Lan Wu at a loss.

  After sitting for a long time, Jiang Feng finally stood up and continued to refine the Huang Quan Xuan Jin. As he worked, his mind wandered. Lan Wu shook her head as she watched. A month later, Jiang Feng still hadn't gathered enough Huang Quan Xuan Jin.

  Another month passed, and Jiang Feng finally split enough Huang Quan Xuan Jin. After resting for three days, he began to refine his equipment. Once refining started, he couldn't wander outside anymore. If something went wrong, the item would be ruined. Even if he had a lot of Huang Quan Xuan Jin, it wouldn't last long under consumption.

  One month later, on a certain dark night, a terrifying and eerie laughter echoed from within the abandoned mansion. The laughter continued for a long time, causing the surrounding houses to tremble slightly. The neighbors were frightened, shivering with fear, hiding under their blankets and not daring to come out.

  After two failures, Jiang Feng finally refined the long sword he needed. This was not a magic weapon, but a magic treasure. As long as the final array method was engraved on it, it would meet Jiang Feng's requirements. Now what he had to do was to use the Aggregation Basin to replicate this magic treasure in multiple copies, and then engrave the corresponding array methods one by one, which would be considered a great success.

  The next afternoon, in the city where Jiang Feng was located, the rumors of the haunting spread even more wildly. The people in the city were all getting anxious. After discussing it among themselves, they thought that they should find a Taoist priest to catch the ghost. Soon after, one by one, Daoists or Buddhist monks came to Jiang Feng's residence to catch the ghost.