When the last ray of sunlight disappeared from the horizon, Gu Fei finally recovered from his sorrow. He poured a jug of fine wine in front of his master, Wan Xian Cheng's grave, then turned and walked out of the graveyard.
At this moment, a faint white mist rose from somewhere in the graveyard, causing Gu Fei to feel a slight chill. He subconsciously tightened his clothes.
The dead were already dead, so what was the point of being sad? The moment Gu Fei walked out of the graveyard, his gaze became abnormally determined. Then, without looking back, he stepped onto the gravel path in front of the graveyard and strode off into the distance.
When Gu Fei's slightly lonely figure disappeared on the small path, there was a creak. The wooden door of a thatched cottage next to the entrance of the graveyard was pushed open, and an old man walked out of the cottage.
This old man was very old. His teeth seemed to have all fallen out, and there were a few strands of white and slightly yellow hair on his head. His face was wrinkled like the bark of an old tree, and it was almost impossible to tell his appearance from his face.
The old man staggered into the graveyard. His eyes were cloudy, and there was not the slightest ripple of energy coming from his body. However, his back was ramrod straight. This was an old man who could not be any more ordinary, and an old man who had one foot in the grave.
This old man picked a bunch of white flowers around the graveyard, then walked past each grave and placed a bunch of flowers in front of each grave.
No matter the size of the grave, no matter how illustrious the identity of the person in the grave was, or whether they were unknown people, the old man placed a bunch of flowers in front of the grave without exception. Not a single one was left out.
When the old man only had the last bunch of flowers left in his hand, he stood in front of a new grave. He did not stop in front of any of the graves, but he stopped in front of the last new grave.
It was a small, low grave, and a pile of yellow soil. In front of the yellow soil was an ordinary stone tablet, and on the stone wall were written five words: Wan Xian Cheng's Grave. There was no inscription, just five words.
The old man's cloudy gaze rested on the graveyard for a long time. Finally, he seemed to sigh, and then, with trembling hands, he placed the white flowers in the soil in front of the graveyard.
The old man turned around and staggered out of the cemetery. He walked into the small hut beside the entrance of the cemetery, and then closed the wooden door with a creak.
At this moment, the smoke in the graveyard seemed to have thickened. The graves were faintly discernible in the fog, seeming both real and illusory.
On a small path at the back of the mountain, someone stopped Gu Fei. This person was a youth, a youth dressed in a loose white gown.
When he saw this young man, Gu Fei's eyes narrowed into slits because he knew this young man and his cultivation base.
This was a youth that was hard to forget after a single glance. His black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, his face was as sharp as a knife, his eyebrows were long, and his eyes were as bright as stars. He was one of the few young masters of the Taixuan Sect — Dongfang Chen.
"I heard that you defeated Wang Yuanzhi. I didn't quite believe it, but now it seems that it is true." Dongfang Chen's words were very calm, and there was even a smile at the corner of his mouth.
However, Gu Fei felt a strong pressure from Dongfang Chen. This young master was not simple. As the legends said, he was one of the best of the younger generation in the sect.
"What, are you going to stand up for Wang Yuanzhi?" Gu Fei looked straight at Dongfang Chen, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade. He was not afraid of the oppressive feeling that the other party gave him. So what if he was a rare young master in the sect? He couldn't do anything to him.
Dongfang Chen smiled, and his handsome face seemed very bright. An oppressive aura suddenly swept out from his body, like a stormy sea, causing the grass and trees on both sides of the path to sway without any wind.
"Your master has just passed away. I don't want to fight with you, but you have to give me Wang Yuanzhi's talisman." Although Dongfang Chen's expression was calm and light, his aura was oppressive.
Although he didn't make a move, it was no different from making a move. Perhaps, he wanted to give Gu Fei a show of strength and force Gu Fei to yield.
"Humph! If Wang Yuanzhi wants that talisman back, then tell him to come and get it himself! " Gu Fei's eyes flickered, and the flesh under his clothes began to tighten. He was like a cheetah looking for food, ready to explode at any time.
Dongfang Chen rubbed his chin with interest as he stared at Gu Fei. His eyes flickered with a faint smile, but no one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "Good, very good, you really have guts!" After saying that, Dongfang Chen actually turned around and left.
When Gu Fei saw that Dongfang Chen actually left, he couldn't help but be surprised. He knew that Dongfang Chen was actually a disciple of a cultivation family, and he seemed to have some friendship with Wang Yuanzhi. Why did he let him go so easily?
But there was one thing that Gu Fei was sure of. He refused to hand over the talisman that he snatched from Wang Yuanzhi, and he had already offended Dongfang Chen.
"One year from now, it will be the ten-year examination. Don't let me down at that time." At this time, Dongfang Chen's words came from the front, and this voice seemed to ring in Gu Fei's ears.
"Sound transmission technique?" Gu Fei was startled, and at the same time, his heart trembled. He immediately understood Dongfang Chen's intention. Dongfang Chen actually wanted to defeat him in front of all his fellow disciples.
The ten-year examination of the Supreme Mystery Sect was also the time when they opened the mountain gate to accept disciples. Those who won the top ten in the examination would be able to receive rewards from the sect. Among the rewards, there was a spirit pill that could help the disciples of the sect condense a Dao core.
"Core Condensation Pill? I don't cultivate dao techniques, and I don't walk the Nine Revolutions Golden Core of the Daoist Sect. This thing is useless to me, but … If you, Dongfang Chen, want to humiliate me in front of all my fellow disciples during the examination, you are dreaming. "Gu Fei looked in the direction where Dongfang Chen disappeared, and his eyes burst out with light.
Gu Fei knew very well that with the help of the Yin Yang Jade Pendant, his cultivation speed was ten times faster. If others cultivated for a year, it was equivalent to him cultivating for ten years.
In this way, within a year, his cultivation would automatically awaken, and he would ascend from the Sixth Layer to the Seventh Layer. It was an iron-clad matter. A Seventh Heaven Awakened martial cultivator had an obvious advantage over another Seventh Heaven Awakened martial cultivator.
Martial artists had a strong body, but cultivators did not. Martial artists' battle skills were enough to compete with Dao techniques, and were even more powerful than Dao techniques. Because, the reason why battle skills were called battle skills was because they were ultimate skills that had been tempered in actual combat.
Compared to Dao techniques, the killing nature of battle skills was countless times heavier.
That Dongfang Chen, his cultivation base seems to be at the 7th layer of the Awakened Self Realm.
Thinking of that, the corners of Gu Fei's mouth curved into a sneer, and then he strode forward. He had buried the sorrow deep in his heart. He wanted to turn the sorrow into strength, and cultivate the ancient technique that his master had taught him to the extreme. He wanted to make all those who looked down on this technique feel ashamed of their ignorance.
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