Chapter Thirty-Seven Innate Expert

  That flash of crimson light was incredibly fast, and before long it was only a dozen or so zhang away from the Water Dragon Whirl. It wasn't until then that Su Feng and Miao Cuiqing were able to clearly see that the red glow was actually a person! The red glow was the aura emanating from his body, and what was even more astonishing was that he was actually walking on the waves as if they were solid ground!

  Although he had seen Liang Stealing Child's Lingkong Xudu, afterwards he also asked Liang Stealing Child. Stealing Child once said that Lingkong Xudu requires a great deal of internal energy, and on that night, he only took three steps before his entire body's internal energy was depleted. It is fundamentally not suitable for long-distance travel. And the internal energy required by this person to walk on ripples is probably no less, from what was seen earlier until now, it has been over a thousand feet.

  He secretly guarded against the wind, no matter whether this person was rushing towards the Water Dragon Humming or not, he couldn't be careless. Since he could release his true energy externally, he must be a pre-heavenly expert, and compared to Murong Xuanfeng who had only one foot in the pre-heavenly realm, he didn't know how many times more powerful he was.

  Unexpectedly, the man saw the Water Dragon Whirl and went straight to it without stopping. With a sudden shock, when he came to his senses, there was already an extra person in front of him. Su Feng knew that he was a pre-heaven expert, but didn't dodge or evade, instead staring at him intently. The newcomer had a head of flowing blood-red long hair and a face full of mystery. He wore a half-black, half-red garment, looking absolutely not like an orthodox person. A few strands of stubble on his chin added a bit of ruggedness to his appearance.

  The newcomer looked at the calm and collected Su Feng and the slightly flustered Mu Rong Qingfeng, and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that the Mu Rong family still had two young heroes with such grand ambitions!"

  Sui Feng faintly replied: "I am Sui Feng from Yangzhou, and I am not a member of the Murong family. This is the true Clear Wind Young Master of the Murong family."

  Someone exclaimed, slightly surprised: "I've long heard that the three heroes of Murong are renowned for their elegance and refinement. But now that I see you, you're nothing special. You're not even as good as a young whippersnapper who's just started his career. Hmm, you say you're Yangzhou Random Wind... then what is this 'Random Heaven'..."

  He hadn't even finished asking the word "who" when he was suddenly interrupted. "Who dares to speak such blasphemy and insult the Murong family in this place?!" Upon hearing this voice, both Feng Wu and her companion felt a sudden relief, and they even loosened their grip on the Pureness Sword.

  As people turned their heads to look, Mu Rong Xuan Feng emerged slowly from the cabin, wearing a light blue long shirt. His elegant demeanor was imposing, and at first glance, he seemed like a famous sword hidden in its scabbard, which would surely shock the world when it was unsheathed one day. At first, following the wind, Mu Rong Xuan Feng had seemed to have a noble and unparalleled bearing. But for some reason, now he looked no different from Mu Rong Yu, actually only having a tough and violent appearance, which would easily lead to his downfall if continued, not worth emulating.

  The newcomer sneered coldly and stared at Murong Xuanfeng, saying: "You must be the legendary Heaven's Proud Son, Murong Xuanfeng, right?"

  Murong Xuanfeng replied, "May I ask your esteemed name? Since you have entered the Pre-Heaven realm, surely you are not an unknown entity."

  A figure emerged, humming a tune, saying: "This seat is Blood Hidden, and next time you speak to me, it's best to put away your stinky attitude!" Blood Hidden let out a cold hum, and the atmosphere on the entire deck became solemn. An invisible wave of air spread out in all directions, causing a stir in the dantian, but fortunately, the yin-yang diagram rotated in time to calm down the qi sea. However, the other two people didn't have it so easy. Murong Qingfeng's face turned white in an instant, and Murong Xuanyi, who was standing in front of Blood Hidden, let out a weak hum, with a thread of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly having suffered a minor internal injury.

  "Blood Hiding, could it be that he is the leader of that assassin organization that pursued Bi Hu for Li Linfu?" Xun Feng was shocked by Blood Hiding's unfathomable strength while secretly speculating.

  Xue Yin was secretly shocked, but looking at Su Feng, he seemed to be completely unaffected by his aura. "Could it be that he's already a congenital master at such a young age?" Xue Yin's heart rose with some concern, carefully activating his spiritual awareness to probe, and indeed sensed the fullness of congenital energy on Su Feng's body! "Not good, it really is a congenital master. No wonder he's the son of Su Tian, didn't expect to run into him here. This way, today's trip might not be as smooth as expected."

  Murong Xuanfeng's internal energy was slightly hindered, but he still persisted without retreating half a step. A proud aura rushed forth. He wiped the corner of his mouth and didn't even glance at it as if it wasn't bloodstains, calmly saying: "I didn't expect it to be the famous Blood Concealment's senior, I wonder what brings Senior here today to Water Dragon Humming?"

  Xueying glanced at him and said: "Let me ask you, is Zhao Fengzhang's daughter here?"

  "You ask her what for? She is now also a member of the Murong family. Please don't forget the agreement with my uncle."

  Xue Yin's face changed, and he took a deep breath before saying, "You're talking about that old scoundrel Murong Yuan? He hasn't died yet?" His tone was full of doubt, as if he didn't believe Murong Xuanfeng's words. However, it was clear to see that although his demeanor was still strong, there were already hints of retreat and inner turmoil: Who exactly was this Murong Yuan, to have had an agreement with Xue Yin?

  Murong Xuan's expression turned cold as he said, "Of course Uncle didn't die. He had already broken through to the Pre-Heaven Upper Layer and his lifespan was extended. Back then when you came to the Murong Clan to provoke us and fought with Uncle, after being defeated, Uncle didn't kill you but instead let you go with a condition: as long as he's alive, you can't harm any of the Murong children. Don't you remember?"

  Murong Xuanfeng spoke, and with each sentence, his momentum grew stronger. By the time he finished speaking, although he still couldn't match Blood Concealment's strength, he had already recovered from Blood Concealment's overwhelming pressure.

  Murong Xuanfeng's words struck a hidden wound, and the blood surged up in anger. He let out a loud roar and shouted: "Don't try to intimidate me with that old man! Even if he were still alive, what could he do? What are you, anyway? How dare you speak to me like this? Even if Murong Yu had come here, I would still be your senior!" As he spoke, he took a step forward and appeared in front of Murong Xuanfeng. "So fast!" Feng and Murong Qingfeng secretly felt a chill run down their spines.

  Murong Xuanfeng didn't even have time to react, a crisp sound rang out, and a bloody palm print was slapped onto his face. Just one slap sent him flying out. Murong Xuanfeng lay on the ground, coldly saying: "Sir, are you determined to be an enemy of my Murong family?"

  Xue Yin snorted again and said, "Be an enemy of the Murong family? I don't have that kind of leisure time. I just wanted to give you a little memory. Since Zhao Fengzhang's daughter is not here, then forget it. Today, I'll give Murong Pi a bit of face and take my leave!"

  After finishing speaking, he glanced at Sui Feng with some apprehension, then jumped off the boat and transformed into a red light, hastily disappearing into the night.

  "What's going on?" Feng asked, pretending he didn't know anything.

  Murong Xuanfeng stood up from the ground, his right cheek was slightly purple, and there was a faint blood stain at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be unaware of his disheveled state and calmly said: "This person is the current master of the Blood Hidden Hall, who calls himself the True Man of Blood Hidden. In his early years, he had a grudge against the Murong family, but unexpectedly today, he found fault with me on the Water Dragon Humming."

  Murong Xuanfeng only said that much before hastily leaving, without mentioning at all why Xuē Yǐn would look for Bì Hán.

  Although Su Feng knew that Murong Xuanfeng was hiding something, he didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and looked at the vast ocean in front of him again. At this moment, the eastern horizon had already shown a bright color, and it was dawn. The Water Dragon Chant also slowly started to move forward, continuing northward.

  Looking at the gradually brightening horizon in the distance, Murong Qingfeng said: "At this speed, we should be able to reach Penglai tomorrow. We will also have to part ways."

  Su Feng also sighed and said: "Yes, but next time we meet, I hope you can be as strong as Murong Xuanyi."

  Murong Qingfeng smiled and said, "I will definitely work harder. Although I'm ranked last in the Xuanhui rankings, I'm also the youngest. They're only stronger because they're older than me."

  Sui Feng was also amused by his optimism and couldn't help but laugh along with him, saying: "I thought all the disciples of the Murong family were as stern and majestic as Xuan Feng, I didn't expect there to be someone like you who's so interesting."

  Murong Qing's expression suddenly darkened and he said in a low voice: "I may never be able to surpass him this lifetime."

  Sui Feng was startled by his sudden change in tone and said, "Why did you say that? You're only fourteen years old, yet you've already reached such a level, which is truly the mark of an extraordinary genius."

  Murong Qingfeng let out a soft sigh, his voice dropping even lower as he said: "I'm not saying this to belittle myself, but my brother Murong Feng is truly extraordinary. It's said that his physique is one in ten thousand, a divine body that only appears in certain ancient eras. I heard from Huifeng that when he was born, a crane circled above the house and disappeared after three days. By the time he was nine years old, he had already reached my current level, and has been stuck at the peak of acquired cultivation for two whole years. The hurdle of transitioning from acquired to innate is truly too difficult, but judging by his appearance, I'm afraid it won't be long before he breaks through this barrier and formally enters the realm of innate."

  As he spoke, his words were filled with a desolate flavor. The wind also carried an endless silence. "The divine body of the ancient times?" I didn't expect that Murong Xuanfeng would have such an astonishing secret, no wonder he had such an astonishing cultivation speed.

  The previous topic suddenly subsided, and the only thing left between the two was a long silence. Xiang Feng unexpectedly didn't stay in his room to study hard today, except for the time he went out to eat, he spent the rest of the day quietly gazing at the scenery on the sea with Mu Rong Qingfeng. Looking at the breathtaking view of the sea and sky blending into one, it seemed as if all the worries and unease in their hearts had flown away with the gentle sea breeze.

  In the late afternoon, the shadow of the northern continent had already appeared vaguely in front. Murong Qingfeng raised his head and took a look: "That's the land of Qi and Lu, the hometown of Confucius, the source of Confucianism."

  Looking at him with a nostalgic expression, she smiled and said: "Judging from your attire, I can tell you've been holding onto the Four Books and Five Classics all day. Where is Penglai now?"

  Murong Qingfeng touched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said: "Legend has it that on the eastern sea of the Qi and Lu great land, there are three immortal islands, named Penglai, Yingzhou, and Fangzhang. Among them, Penglai is the most famous. When Emperor Wu of Han toured the east and looked for the immortal island but didn't find it, he ordered that the place at the eastern corner of Qi and Lu be named Penglai. Therefore, after Daoism rose to prominence later on, they opened a mountain and established a sect on Mount Zijin in Penglai, taking the name of the immortal island, calling it the Penglai Dao Sect."

  Looking at the time, it was a bit late, so he returned to his room with the wind. He clearly hadn't practiced meditation today. However, there was another acupoint in his Ren channel that showed signs of loosening. The Wind didn't care about this anomaly and hastily sat down, using the Heavenly Union technique to stimulate the inner energy within him to attack the Guan Chong point.

  One night passed in his cultivation. After breaking through that acupoint with the wind, he didn't continue to break through other acupoints; he also knew that breaking through acupoints couldn't be rushed and could only be done bit by bit with effort. Apart from cultivating the Analyzing Heaven Technique to increase his internal energy, he used the unnamed sword technique given by Chang Ming to guide the heaven and earth spiritual energy into his body, slowly expanding his meridians. Although the speed was very slow, after persisting for several days, there were some small effects.

  The next morning, I suddenly heard Mu Rong Qing Feng knocking on the door and shouting loudly: "We have arrived at Penglai!"

  With the wind, busy collecting merit, walked to the deck to check. As soon as I left the cabin door, it was a good view. A large red sun rose from the sea surface, casting a crimson glow. In front of a magnificent mountain peak, a mountain ladder extended down from the top. Several red walls and black tiles stood on the summit, facing the sunlight, scattering golden halos. Below the mountain was a blue sea, with a gentle breeze blowing, waves rising, lightly patting the foot of the mountain, as if telling the legend of the ancient immortals.