Chapter One: Cloudy Mountains Return Home Without Worries

  The bright sunlight made Feng Ruo feel drowsy, he remembered that he had always liked to lean against the hard city wall on such a quiet afternoon, staring at the endless high mountains in the distant sky, without any particular reason, just because he liked it.

  Dusty memories are a bit disorganized, like the golden sunlight's halo, very blurry. Perhaps this is because there was nothing worth remembering in her life.

  This is the back mountain of Qingyun Mountain, very close to where Fang Ruo used to sunbathe, but also very far away, because this is a completely different world.

  Half a year ago, that brutal war was still vivid in my mind, but imperceptibly, everything seemed to be slowly becoming blurred like the golden halo.

  Feng Ru was rescued by a cultivator named Feng Chenzi from the battlefield, and the reason is simple. His mount, Chuan Yun, was attracted to the bloody smell on the battlefield, then grabbed Feng Ru who had not yet died as a delicious meal, but happened to be discovered and rescued by Feng Chenzi.

  Now, Feng Ruo is just a miscellaneous servant of the Qingyun Sect, not even an outer disciple. His daily task is to take care of the ten acres of Xiangling rice field and collect enough spiritual mulberry leaves for the nine Snow Spiritual Silkworms.

  He had to thank Fengchenzi for this errand, because the Qingyun Sect, as one of the top two immortal sects in this region, did not allow ordinary people to stay on Qingyun Mountain. Fang Ruo didn't meet the conditions for recruiting disciples at all. If it weren't for Fengchenzi being familiar with a senior elder of the Qingyun Sect, he wouldn't have even gotten this miscellaneous task.

  Of course, although it is said to be a miscellaneous role, in fact, Feng Ruofu's life is more comfortable than most people in the mortal world. Those cultivators are too proud and don't have much thought of making things difficult for this insignificant person. For example, with these ten mu of fragrant spirit rice fields, he only needs to hand over half of the yield, and what remains will be enough for him to eat his fill for a long time!

  As long as one's belly is full, there's naturally nothing to complain about. For example, now Feng Ru is lounging on a huge rock after being busy for several hours, basking in the sun and wiping the long knife with many notches in his hand.

  This long knife was the only spoils of war that Feng You managed to crawl out from a pile of corpses when he was fifteen years old, and it has been with him ever since. Even when he fell into a coma and was taken away by Chuan Yun, he still didn't let go of it.

  Unfortunately, the long knife that could behead a dozen people and still remain sharp is now in a pitiful state. Previously, Feng Ruo had built a simple bamboo shed for himself, but unexpectedly, the green bamboo on this mountain was extremely hard, and it would take dozens of cuts to break off. As for those darker-colored bamboos, one cut wouldn't even leave a knife mark.

  So in the end, this long sword which was said to have been forged with fine steel ended up becoming a jinxed thing.

  At this time, a strange "hissing" sound suddenly came from the distant woods. Upon hearing this sound, Feng Ru's eyebrows furrowed in distress, and he muttered a curse under his breath. Then, with a sudden movement, he agilely jumped down from the giant rock, and that long knife with many notches somehow appeared on his back.

  Rushing into the forest, the first thing that caught my eye was nine huge platforms. On these platforms were nine gigantic creatures with bodies as white as snow and several feet long. These were the nine Snow Spirit Silkworms that needed to be sealed and taken care of.

  Around this platform are laid restrictions, so there's no need to worry that the gigantic Snow Spirit Caterpillar will run out. In fact, it's not necessary to worry about this at all, because although the Snow Spirit Caterpillar looks very frightening, its nature is extremely gentle. As long as it has enough Spiritual Mulberry Leaves, they will stay quietly in their original place.

  As for the Snow Silkworm, Fang Rong had already understood it in great detail over the past few months. This thing could only be considered one of the most ordinary domesticated spiritual beasts in the cultivation world. It had a gentle temperament and as long as it was guaranteed sufficient spiritual mulberry leaves, every season it would spit out a length of Snow Silkworm silk that varied in length. The Snow Silkworm silk was impervious to swords and guns, and resistant to water and fire. Clothing made from this silk could even reach the standard of low-grade artifacts.

  It's precisely because of this reason that Feng Ru remains very interested in the Snow Silkworm, but unfortunately, every season the Snow Silkworm spits out snow silks that have nothing to do with him, and are instead directly taken away by the Qingyun Sect.

  This Snow Silkworm needs a lot of spiritual mulberry leaves to eat every day, so it spends more than half of the time in a day collecting spiritual mulberry leaves.

  This Ling Sang leaf is not produced on the mulberry tree in the mortal world, but is picked from a kind of tree called Ling Sang Mu. The age of this Ling Sang Mu is mostly over hundreds or even thousands of years, so each Ling Sang Mu is extremely tall and majestic.

  Those nine Snow Spirit Worms seemed to have sensed Feng Ruo's arrival, and they all let out a shrill cry. If not for their massive size, they would be no different from several small Poodles wagging their tails.

  "Alright, alright, what's the fuss about! If you're capable, climb up the Ling Sang tree yourself to eat!" Feng Ruo rubbed her temples in a slight headache, these Snow Spirit Silkworms' appetites were truly admirable.

  He took out a palm-sized green pouch from his bosom, sealed it immediately, and reached in to grab handfuls of Ling? leaves, evenly throwing them into the nine platforms.

  This blue pouch was given by the Qingyun Sect, named Qiankun Bag, with a space inside about half the size of a room. Usually, they would put the picked Ling? leaves in the Qiankun Bag and feed those nine Snow Spirit Silkworms from time to time.

  After feeding those nine Snow Silkworms, the spiritual mulberry leaves in the Qiankun bag were also exhausted. Feng Ru had no choice but to continue picking spiritual mulberry leaves; otherwise, starving the Snow Silkworms would result in a significant reduction of the Snow Silk they produced, and he couldn't bear that responsibility.

  Walking out of the forest, Feng Wu looked around while searching. There were indeed many spiritual mulberry trees in this mountain, and the leaves grew very quickly. However, the problem was that the Snow Silkworms ate a lot too! Therefore, he had to take some protective measures to ensure that he wouldn't clear all the leaves off a certain tree at once.

  Soon, Feng Ru chose a suitable target and spat out a few mouthfuls of saliva in his palm. He climbed up the spiritual mulberry tree that was over ten zhang high with a "zip zip zip" sound. Climbing trees was an easy task for him, but picking spiritual mulberry leaves was not pleasant at all. To fill up the Qian Kun bag, it would be impossible to do so in less than two or three time periods.

  Just as Feng Ru was riding on the tall tree trunk, his hands fluttering like butterflies in flight, a white shadow flew over from afar with unparalleled elegance. Under the golden sunlight, against the backdrop of the lush green spirit mulberry forest below, which resembled a wave of green ripples, this white shadow had an ethereal and otherworldly quality to it.

  However, Fang You only took a glance and then ignored him, the visitor was Kong Fei, a third-generation disciple of Qingyun Sect. He came to this backyard for only one purpose, that is to pick the Ling Sang leaves. Because the third-generation disciples of Qingyun Sect also planted Xiangling rice or raised Xueling silkworms, after all, they also needed to eat. And the snow silkworm silk was an important material that must be stored in the sect.

  Every time she saw Kong Fei and the other third-generation disciples of Qingyun Sect come to pick the Lingmeng leaves, Feng Ru's heart would be filled with jealousy. It wasn't because of their identity or their arrogant attitude, but because they all rode white cranes to pick the Lingmeng leaves, which was a stark contrast to her having to jump around like a monkey on the Lingmeng tree.

  It is known that the best and densest Ling Sang leaves are often at the top and outermost parts of the Ling Sang tree, but even if Feng Ruo was skilled at climbing trees, he wouldn't be able to get those Ling Sang leaves. Kong Fei and others were different, they had the help of the White Crane, so they could pick and choose as they pleased, usually only needing half a time to finish picking, how could this let Feng Ruo remain calm in his heart?

  "Hey! Feng Ruo, you're quite busy!" Kong Fei greeted with a smile, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but had already reached the middle stage of Qi refinement. He wore a beautiful snow-white suit, carried a radiant one-piece sword on his back, and had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. His waist was slender and his back was straight, and if given time, he would definitely become a standard handsome man. Adding to that, the white crane sitting below him, which looked as spirited as ice and snow, made him look like an immortal from heaven.

  "It's okay!" Fang Ruo raised her head to glance at Kong Fei in mid-air, but her gaze fell on the cloak fluttering behind Kong Fei.

  "Congratulations, Brother Kong! You've actually collected the entire Snow Silkworm set!" Feng Ruo exclaimed. In Qingyun Sect, the treatment of third-generation disciples was still quite good, such as the White Feather Crane mount, first-rate sword equipment, storage waistband, and Snow Silkworm set, all of which were issued free by the sect. However, the Snow Silkworm set only included the Snow Silkworm upper garment and Snow Silkworm leg guards, both of which mainly increased defensive capabilities.

  As for the Snow Silkworm Cloak, it is even more precious because this item can maintain balance and can be said that with this balancing Snow Silkworm Cloak, the speed of driving the Spirit Beast to fly will increase greatly, especially in battle, its effect will be even more pronounced.

  Because these clothes have a basic array method added during production, once the Snow Silkworm suit is collected, it is equivalent to a low-level artifact. As long as the array method on the suit is activated, whether it's for survival or attack, there will be great benefits.

  "Haha! It's nothing, compared to Brother Qu's Lingyun set, mine is far inferior!" Kong Fei was only a 14 or 15-year-old boy after all, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. At the same time, he generously said: "When I collect the Lingyun set, I'll give this Xuecui set to you!"

  But as soon as he finished speaking, Kong Fei's tone changed again, and he said regretfully: "However, it would be useless to give it to you. Your little bit of magical power is too weak, I'm afraid you can't even bring out 30% of its power!"

  Upon hearing this, Feng Ru couldn't help but roll her eyes. This little Kong Shixiong was perfect in every way, except for one flaw - he liked to pretend to be generous, when in reality he was extremely stingy.

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