351: The eldest disciple is back?

"Feng Ge, what happened?"

By the pond in Whirlwind River Valley, Qin Feng frowned deeply, while Tie Zhu lay lazily on a smooth stone slab, one hand holding a wooden stick, the other end of which had a thread tied to it, fishing in the pond...

"The Cultivation World might be in chaos."

"What kind of chaos? If anyone dares to cause trouble in our Netherworld Soul Hall, we'll beat them up!"

"If only we could beat them."

Qin Feng showed a bitter expression, then picked up a stone and carved small dots on the stone slab. These dots represented the major forces in the Cultivation World that could be named now.

Besides the Five Great Immortal Sects in Ling Province, there were also some extremely low-key and reclusive cultivation families. Furthermore, there were definitely some ancient families or forces like this scattered across the land. As for the direction of Oasis Sea, there was also an extremely powerful Sea Dragon God Sect.

These were all existences that Netherworld Soul Hall currently could not provoke.

Moreover... now that the spiritual energy tide has erupted, it seems to be greatly beneficial to Cultivators, but in reality, these forces might have all received instructions from the Spirit Realm, just like Li Huo Immortal Sect.

From now on, whether it's Spiritual Veins, natural spiritual treasures, or various rare medicinal herbs, they will likely become targets that major forces fight over.

However.

Forces that do business, like Qi Yuan Pavilion and Gold Light Pavilion, should be the most sensitive to this kind of thing.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng immediately said to Tie Zhu: "Go make arrangements. Send someone to Iron Mountain Market to find Purple Linger and ask her about the recent movements of resources in the Cultivation World."

"Resources?"

Tie Zhu nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite, and left.

The water at the edge of the pond was gurgling. The surrounding Netherworld Soul Hall Disciples were guiding the water flow to clean the fish pond where the Seven-Colored Brocade Fish were raised. Further away were figures carrying buckets of Spiritual Plant Liquid to water medicinal herbs.

Although Whirlwind River Valley didn't cover a large area, it looked vibrant and full of life overall.

Qin Feng stared at the pond, a hint of coldness couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

Netherworld Soul Hall is a force I built with my own hands. Even the bricks and tiles were originally taken from Spirit Beast Sect by me leading people there. Even if Sect Leader He himself came to demand things, I wouldn't possibly yield!

"If they push me too hard, I'll just go to Oasis Sea and let the people from Sea Dragon God Sect come over!"

Qin Feng hardened his heart and immediately made a decision: if Li Huo Immortal Sect really wanted to forcibly demand his things, then he would fight them!

"Feng Ge, it's done!"

Tie Zhu scurried over, then said excitedly: "Most of our Sect's Disciples have broken through once recently. We now have over thirty Nascent Soul Stage cultivators. Should we let them help us open storage bags?"

"Open them!"

Qin Feng waved his hand grandly and said: "You can open storage bags, but only when you're free. When you can increase your cultivation and improve your Realm, you must Cultivate with all your might. Only if you encounter a Bottleneck and cannot break through should you help refine storage bags."

Tie Zhu looked puzzled and complained: "Don't we Cultivators emphasize the Dao of nature and doing as we please? Why are we seizing time so tightly?"

"The Dao of nature and doing as you please is based on being strong. If we don't produce a few Void Refinement Stage Cultivators, our Netherworld Soul Hall might disband any day!"

"Is it that serious?"

A hint of disdain appeared in Tie Zhu's eyes, but he still carried out Qin Feng's orders.

Although he didn't handle matters of the big picture, he could also feel that the Cultivation World seemed a bit different recently. After the incident with the Sea Dragon God Sect, Tie Zhu realized even more deeply that fighting alone was no match for group combat. The stronger the Disciples, the harder his and Feng Ge's backs would be!

As Qin Feng and Tie Zhu made new decisions, everyone in Netherworld Soul Hall became even more motivated.

Watering medicinal herbs, feeding spiritual beasts, spiritual fish, cultivating... If these things were in the past, they would have been dragged on and on, but now, everyone was full of energy, actively completing tasks. A good atmosphere of mutual help even became popular within Whirlwind River Valley...

Because most people had tasted the sweetness of progress, and there were tens of thousands of storage bags waiting to be refined...

These things were the Sect's property, but they were also their property!

In this situation, anyone who didn't work hard would be subjected to scornful looks from others...

Returning to the courtyard.

Qin Feng directly took out the red beast hide obtained from the space crystal core, then began to Cultivate in seclusion, comprehending the meaning on the beast hide. While studying the beast hide Cultivation Technique, Qin Feng would also take out the purple stone coffin to observe...

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a month passed.

That night.

Goose feather heavy snow drifted down from the void. The entire land of Ling Province was covered by a vast expanse of white snow. In just one night, the ground was already covered with a foot of accumulated snow, and the world had completely turned white.

Within Whirlwind River Valley, under the protection of the Formation, there wasn't much snow, just a symbolic thin layer.

Countless spiritual herbs, upon seeing the snowflakes, swayed their branches and leaves in the wind. The spiritual energy they emitted at this moment seemed to evaporate like cold air in all directions, adding a touch of chill to the air.

Qin Mu stood in the center of the many medicinal fields, gazing at the vast white snow, while a conflicted look appeared in his eyes.

"It's winter, a year has passed."

"Then how old should I be considered now?"

"Three years old? I think I was already three years old before... Then four years old?"

Qin Mu's eyes were confused as he looked at his small body and hands, becoming even more bewildered. But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside him, and at the same time, a small snowman the size of a palm was handed over.

Jiang Mengting said with a smile: "Junior Brother, you broke through to Qi Refining fourth layer yesterday. Shijie is rewarding you with a small snowman and also allowing you to fish by the pond for half a day. How about it?"

Qin Mu was startled as he looked at the small snowman Jiang Mengting handed over. Before he could even get a firm grip on the snowman, he immediately felt a great force coming from his waist, and then his whole person was lifted into the air.

"Your Third Senior Brother is already waiting for us over there, let's hurry over!"

Jiang Mengting, like carrying a little chick, grabbed Qin Mu by his waistband and ran directly towards the edge of the pond. The surrounding Netherworld Soul Hall Disciples, whether righteous Cultivators or evil Cultivators, showed friendly smiles upon seeing the two.

"Little Jiang, Little Mu, going fishing again?"

"Be careful the Hall Master comes out of seclusion and blames you for being lazy."

"Little Mu, this child is already at Qi Refining fourth layer. As expected of our Sect Leader's offspring!"

...

Everyone praised him one after another, while Qin Mu was a bit speechless.

Although he was Qin Feng's son, he wasn't really his offspring. He had only recognized him as a father, at most he could be considered an adopted son...

At first, Qin Mu minded them saying he was Qin Feng's offspring, but as more and more people said it, he couldn't be bothered to care anymore.

By the edge of the pond.

Zhao Xuanyuan prepared three fishing rods, also built a fire, and prepared a wooden rack for grilling fish.

The days of cultivation were very boring, and since there wasn't much fun in Whirlwind River Valley, fishing and grilling fish had almost become essential activities for the three of them to relieve boredom.

Just then.

Wen Xiaomei came to Zhao Xuanyuan and Jiang Mengting with an embarrassed expression and said:

"Someone has come outside the Formation, claiming to be the Hall Master's eldest Disciple. This old one doesn't quite recognize him, but the Hall Master is in seclusion right now."

"Why don't you go and take a look for this old one?"