Chapter Thirty-One: Ascending to Zhongnan Again

  It's been half a year since then, after absorbing the strength of two robbers and fusing Chen Yunfeng's true power through a year of cultivation, he has reached a new peak state. However, there is no suitable opportunity to break through the second meridian, which means that he is now only one layer away from becoming a top-notch master and a super-top-notch master, just a poke away from breaking through, but it requires an opportunity to do so.

  He can continue to accumulate true power, and after opening the Ren and Du meridians, he will become even stronger. He understands this, so for now, he hasn't broken through the Ren and Du meridians. He doesn't care about it at all; everything just needs to wait for the right opportunity.

  Standing at the entrance of the Divine Eagle Mountain Valley, Chen Yunfeng gently patted the Divine Eagle's neck and smiled faintly:

  "Old fellow, I have something to attend to. If I'm free, I'll bring you some wine; if not, just stay here and someone will come to take you down the mountain later."

  He didn't want to take the divine eagle out for a stroll, mainly because the divine eagle's appearance was too shocking and unconventional. He didn't want to be known as the Divine Eagle Hero, nor did he have that kind of taste. Now that it wasn't long since the incident at Tongtai Mountain, he had to go to Tongtai Mountain to watch the show.

  The divine eagle was just a bird, also accustomed to the freedom of the mountains and forests. Chen Yunfeng said it didn't matter, he put his huge head on his shoulder and hopped back to the valley.

  More than two years have passed since Chen Yunfeng, a soul from a later generation, transmigrated and reincarnated into the world of JADE Dynasty. Relying on his against-the-odds luck, he has been constantly acquiring various powerful martial arts in the world of JADE Dynasty. From an ordinary person to a top-notch master, this is something that even Yang Guo, who has the protagonist's halo, cannot achieve. However, Chen Yunfeng has achieved it. With his admiration for Jin Yidao and his understanding of the origins of these martial arts, he can now be considered a powerful figure who can dominate one side, even if he leaves the Jianghu.

  Chen Yunfeng didn't just want to become a strong man, wandering around and fighting for fame. At the moment, he was preparing to head to Mount Zhongnan, where Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl had left the ancient tomb half a year ago due to Li Mochou's infiltration and were now practicing the Nine Yin Manual in a valley near the Water Pond.

  Before, Lu You had heard that Ouyang Feng had gone north, and if he didn't hurry up, there would be no excitement to see. Xiaolongbao, although he didn't like it, he hated the strong female offender even more. In the past, he was extremely disgusted with Yin Zhiping, a pseudo-gentleman, and now that it had changed to Zhen Zhilong, he felt that this was what heaven really didn't see, a scumbag-level thing had actually become a Dragon Knight, which made him even more nauseous than Yin Zhiping.

  Yang Guo formally entered the Jianghu from which mountain valley, and Chen Yunfeng wanted to rescue those beautiful female companions. He couldn't let them develop too much emotional entanglement with him. He didn't plan to bring all these female companions to his home, but if he had such an opportunity, he would absolutely not let it go.

  Back in Xiangyang, after nearly a year of practice, Chen Yunfeng still went back to guide him once a month. Sima Lingxing's ancient tomb martial arts and internal skills barely qualified as top-notch third-rate, on the verge of entering the realm of second-rate warriors. Little Cow diligently practiced his internal skills every day, learning only one simple Quanzhen Long Fist routine and one introductory sword technique. Although his comprehension was poor, his inner strength increased daily, looking like he had a good model to follow.

  At home for a few days, Chen Yunfeng was preparing to set off. Sima Lingxing, who was almost eighteen years old, counted her good days with her little finger every day. This made the small cow mother and son in charge of purchasing at Chen's house start preparing for Chen Yunfeng's marriage.

  Although she was only a concubine, Chen Yunfeng's matter was considered a big deal in the Chen family of seven people. Chen Yunfeng had originally planned to marry Sima Lingxing as his legitimate wife, but unexpectedly, Sima Lingxing was unwilling, saying that being a concubine would bring more favor than being a wife.

  For Sima Lingxiao's strange idea, Chen Yunfeng only sighed that there was nothing strange in the world, smiled and let her decide for herself.

  Simmering with a small mouth, Ling Xing, who was helping Chen Yunfeng pack his luggage, looked at Chen Yunfeng, who had a heavy sword on his back and wore a dark green long gown, and said with a bitter face:

  "Husband, you're going out again for several months, I'll be very bored at home."

  Chen Yunfeng gently swept his hand over Sima Lingxing's small face, and after running his fingers through her neck to tidy up her hair, he said:

  "Don't worry about these things, after this busy period is over, we'll have plenty of time to travel around together. Some things are always tangled up in my mind, and not dealing with them won't be good for my cultivation either."

  He had a grudge against the world of Shen Diao, and those things wouldn't let him calm down if they weren't dealt with. If his grievances rose up at the time of breakthrough, he might go crazy.

  Simarinxing wanted to follow Chenyunfeng out, but her martial arts skills could only drag Chenyunfeng's legs, so she could only wait at home obediently. At this time, Simarinxing and Chenyunfeng still slept in separate rooms, so such intimate actions rarely appeared;

  Feeling the warmth of Chen Yunfeng's hand, Sima Lingxiao closed her eyes and leaned against his palm, humming a gentle "mmm". Chen Yunfeng found it hard to understand the thoughts of girls in this era. The girl in front of him was not like those female supporting characters in books, although she also practiced martial arts, but more often accepted the feudal ideas of this era, men were her everything. So his feelings for Sima Lingxiao were a calm and real acceptance.

  Leaving home, he set out from Xiangyang and headed north, after crossing the Yellow River, he rushed to Fan Chuan, where he bought everything in Fan Chuan City, and then led a pack horse back to that house in Wangshan Village.

  Two years without returning, the house has a leaking roof and walls that let in the wind. In the village, he found some familiar people to help him tidy up the house and took the opportunity to send some things to these rural neighbors, telling them that he had made a little money from doing business outside, so as to avoid being disturbed by others.

  After returning home and tidying up his parents' graves, Chen Yunfeng brought his self-made tent equipment and dry rations to the mountain. He bypassed the mountain outside the Chongyang Palace and looked at the Taoist priests who were still practicing martial arts every day. Chen Yunfeng couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

  The Quanzhen sect is the lineage of Lü Chunyang, although it is said that they do not prohibit speech or marriage, they are also practitioners who wear hemp robes and cultivate their minds. It's unclear whether this is due to worldly rules or something else. Nowadays, these Taoist priests all wear green robes with white headscarves, wearing white hats on their heads, and although there are two Taiji diagrams printed on their robes and hats, at first glance they seem like dandies hiding among the flowers, having no relation whatsoever to the Quanzhen sect's pure and clean Taoist priests.

  "I wonder if Wang Chongyang would climb out of his coffin if he knew that the Heavy Yang Palace was like this today. As a Taoist priest, they have made such a mess. I don't know how Qiu Chuji and others who went to hell will face their master." Chen Yunfeng glanced at those dressed-up green-faced Taoist priests and muttered to himself.

  After bypassing several large mountains, Chen Yunfeng finally returned to the valley behind the ancient tomb mountain. He set up a tent in a secluded forest and walked through the woods to a small hill not far from Shuitan.