Volume 1 Chapter 23: Ling Cha Wu You

  "Repaying debts——"

  As soon as he saw these two words, Feng Ru was suddenly frightened, although there was no signature on it, but how could he not know who the other party was?

  "It's all over! It's all over!" Feng Rou couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear, as he had spent the past month in a state of anxiety. First, he had entered a meditative state for half a month, then he had gotten into a dispute with Ma Yuan and others, and afterwards he had returned to his cultivation, going back and forth like this for over a month. As a result, he had delayed fulfilling that old woman's request.

  Without hesitation, Feng Ru hastily drove the white crane towards the small valley where the old woman was. Now he only hoped that the old woman would not get furious, otherwise he would be in big trouble.

  Just as they flew to the entrance of Xiaogu, Feng Ruo couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine, and she almost turned around and ran away. Because at least thousands of rainbow butterflies gathered on both sides of the bluestone path, looking far away, it was like two fluttering colorful ribbons.

  If it were in peacetime, Fang Rong would have thought that such a grand procession was to welcome some important figure, but now he could only think that this was the death march escorting him to the execution ground.

  With a trembling heart, he sealed the White Feather Crane and, with a stiff upper lip, proceeded to head towards the small valley. He was well aware that he couldn't escape the pursuit of these thousands of Rainbow Butterflies.

  As he made his way through the lush bamboo forest, Feng You unexpectedly heard a clear and melodious zither melody. The music was pleasant to listen to, but unfortunately, with his life hanging in the balance, he didn't have the luxury of appreciating it. Even if it were during peaceful times, he wouldn't have appreciated it either. Moreover, he found it hard to imagine that the old hag, who looked like an evil spirit, could play the zither?

  "Huh? Why can't I see that old woman?" Turning around the corner, the exquisite bamboo building appeared before Feng Ru, but what he found strange was that the one playing the zither by the lake's small pavilion was not the old woman, but a woman wearing blue clothes. Although he could only see her back, it gave him a familiar feeling.

  The sound of the zither continued, and Fang Ruo could only stand still on the spot, heaven knows what kind of relationship that blue-clothed woman and the old nun had, if they startled each other, there would definitely be no good outcome!

  When the music ended, the woman in blue got up and bowed slightly to the bamboo building, saying: "Master Shu, Ling'er is leaving!"

  After saying that, the blue-clothed girl casually put away the ancient zither and didn't even give Feng Ru a glance before summoning a silver-colored eagle with wings spread wide to several meters. It soared into the sky and disappeared from Feng Ru's line of sight in an instant.

  "It was actually her!" After hearing that clear and pleasant voice, Feng Ruo had already guessed the other party's identity, and with the subsequent silver eagle, it was confirmed without a doubt.

  "What a lovely name, Blue Ling! " Fang Ruo thought to herself, this Blue Shifu was an existence that all three generations of disciples in the Tianji Academy looked up to, even Chu Tian from the Tianxuan Academy, who was known for being reckless and self-righteous, didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of her. However, it had always been said that this Blue Shifu had a strange temper, often resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement, which was why she was nicknamed "The Bully". But Fang Ruo never thought that this bully would also have such a gentle side.

  Of course this idea was immediately nipped in the bud, Wen Xuan? What a joke! Didn't she call that old woman Shifu? They're all from the same hill!

  Feng Ruo was still thinking indignantly, when the bamboo building creaked open with a "creak" sound without any wind. Suddenly, Feng Ruo felt a chill of eerie air slowly emanating from the bamboo building, and he could even sense countless ghostly eyes staring at him. If not for the thousands of colorful cloud butterflies blocking his way behind him, he really wanted to turn around and escape!

  "You stinky little brat! What are you still standing there for? Get in here immediately!" At this time, the old woman's hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came from the bamboo building, scaring Feng Ruo once again.

  However, at this moment, Feng Ruo had no way to retreat and could only step into the bamboo building with a nervous heart. What made him feel strange was that as soon as he entered the bamboo building, the cold aura he had sensed earlier suddenly disappeared without a trace.

  Looking again at the bamboo building, the old woman was still as before, wearing a black cloak, sitting on a rush cushion like a skull. In front of her was a table completely carved out of jade, with an exquisite and elegant tea set placed on it, only that the spiritual tea on top had been cold for a long time.

  "Junior Feng Ruo, I've seen you before, senior!" With that said, Feng Ruo suddenly calmed down and thought it was quite amusing. He had long since stopped fearing death, yet now he found himself afraid of dying because he could live a few decades more.

  "Bring tea!" Unexpectedly, the old woman didn't mention anything about him repaying his debts, but instead coldly instructed in a single sentence.

  Although he was surprised in his heart, Feng Ruo did not dare to disobey this order. He hastily stepped forward and replaced the pale green tea with new spiritual tea, sending his own magical powers into the tea at the same time. By the time the cup was full, it was steaming hot, as if it had been boiled.

  She carefully placed the cup of spiritual tea in front of the old woman, and couldn't help but secretly thank Kong Fei for it. The spiritual tea that cultivators drink is quite different from ordinary people's tea, which is boiled with charcoal fire and then processed according to water temperature.

  But the method of refining by cultivators is to directly use their magical powers, in other words, the quality of a cup of spiritual tea has a great deal to do with the purity and level of one's magical powers. If one's magical powers are strong enough, then the refined spiritual tea will be fragrant and overflowing with spiritual energy, and frequent consumption will bring immense benefits to one's cultivation.

  But if the law is insufficient, or even very messy, then the Ling tea that is made will be difficult to enter, let alone beneficial for cultivation.

  Like the third-generation disciples of Qingyun Sect, refining spiritual tea is also a must in their daily cultivation. Fang Ruo was fortunate enough to taste a cup of very difficult-to-drink spiritual tea from Kong Fei, so he still has some understanding of the refining process, otherwise, there would definitely be an accident today.

  But despite this, Fang Ruo still couldn't determine whether the cup of spiritual tea he had brewed was good-tasting or not.

  Fortunately, the old woman didn't seem to mind that point. She picked up the teacup with her withered hand and drank it slowly. After a long time, she said in a hoarse voice: "It's really hard to drink!"

  Upon hearing this, Feng Ruo's face showed some embarrassment, but in her heart she was secretly ridiculing him. Can't drink it yet still drinking? I'm not a disciple of Qingyun Sect, being able to brew a cup of spiritual tea is already quite good!

  Although she said it was undrinkable, the old woman still finished the whole cup of spiritual tea and only then slowly said: "I've already drunk this master-worshipping tea, now you go pay your respects to your master!"