Chapter 208: The Cultivation Tale of Feipeng ( 2.5k+ words long)

"You're still too young. Even with my assistance, it's difficult to withstand such a massive influx of information," Li Fan said, observing the still pained expression on Ye Feipeng's face even in his unconscious state.

Li Fan took out a [Spirit Awakening Fruit] from the storage ring and gave it to him, then assisted in refining it with spiritual energy.

Soon, Ye Feipeng's complexion relaxed.

Li Fan gently patted his head, activating the Cloud-Water Illusionary Dream technique again, carefully refining the memories of Ye Feipeng's "past life."

When Ye Feipeng woke up again the next day, drenched in sweat, his expression was much more stable.

He wrote down a prescription and ordered someone to fetch the ingredients.

While soaking in a hot bath, he planned the path of his rise in this world.

Compared to the chaotic thoughts of yesterday, his mind was noticeably clearer today.

"With the help of the Xuanhuang Pure Heart Mantra and the prescription, I should be able to expel the poison in my body on my own."

"But without spiritual energy, I can't cultivate, making it equivalent to futile efforts."

"I absolutely can't wait for ten more years; I must seize this opportunity and leave early."

In Ye Feipeng's memories, about half a month later, a cultivator would accidentally arrive in Departure.

This cultivator was not the one who had always cooperated with Departure, so he was unwilling to risk helping Departure's subjects sneak into the cultivation world.

Disregarding the desperate pleas of Departure's officials, this cultivator was about to leave.

The emperor suddenly remembered the white bone jade hand that had fallen in the imperial palace not long ago.

Under the desperate circumstances, the emperor claimed that Departure possessed a rare treasure passed down through the ages.

As long as the Immortal Master was willing to take a batch of people to the cultivation world, he would hand over this rare treasure willingly.

Perhaps due to the fear of the Immortal-Forsaken Poison, this cultivator did not directly resort to force.

After some consideration, he agreed.

However, he had his conditions.

He would only take children with innate cultivation talent, and the number couldn't be too high.

So, this cultivator personally selected ten children from the descendants of Departure's elites and brought them to the cultivation world.

Ye Feipeng remembered that among them were Xiaojia's Xiaoheng, Su's Suzhen, and others.

Because his aptitude was not good enough, he wasn't chosen.

So, he wasted ten years in Departure.

"In the previous life, when I was in the Foundation Building stage, I once encountered Xiaoheng. At that time, he was already in the Foundation Building mid-stage, far surpassing me."

"The path of cultivation, the faster the step, the faster every step afterward."

"Wasting ten years, resulting in completely different achievements in the future."

"This life will definitely not be the same."

"As long as I can break free from these constraints, the sea is wide open for fish to leap, and the sky is high for birds to fly."

Ye Feipeng's eyes sparkled as he stepped out of the wooden barrel and began cultivating the Xuanhuang Pure Heart Mantra with closed eyes.

Perhaps due to the benefits of reliving a life, he felt that the efficiency of expelling the poison from his body in this life was much faster than in the previous one.

In just over ten days, Ye Feipeng managed to nearly eliminate all the poison in his body.

This delighted Ye Feipeng even more.

However, in the following days, Ye Feipeng halted the process of purging the poison.

For a mortal without any poison in their body, it would be too conspicuous.

If it raised suspicions from that Immortal Master, it wouldn't be good.

In his current state, it appeared as if he were a mortal with naturally scarce Immortal-Forsaken Poison in his body.

This ensured that he could be chosen while avoiding unnecessary attention—just the right level.

"Reborn into this life, I must be cautious," Ye Feipeng constantly reminded himself.

Following the memories, exactly five days later, that cultivator descended upon the capital.

After another half day, Ye Feipeng, along with over a thousand bewildered children, arrived at the square to undergo the selection by the cultivator.

Even for someone reborn, their fate in the future still remained in the hands of others, making Ye Feipeng somewhat nervous.

Fortunately, when the cultivator's gaze swept over him, he paused and ultimately chose him.

This made Ye Feipeng breathe a sigh of relief and feel a bit excited.

Not long after, the children who were not selected left.

The vast square was left with only the cultivator and ten anxious children, including Ye Feipeng.

The cultivator summoned a flying boat, intending to take them away.

At this moment, Su Changyu suddenly shouted, "Please, Immortal Master, save my sister!"

Ye Feipeng's heart stirred.

According to his memories, this Su family sister had terrifying innate talent for cultivation, even surpassing Xiao Heng.

In his previous life, just before he died, he vaguely heard that she had already reached the Golden Core realm.

Though the cultivator seemed a bit impatient, he still went to the Su residence.

After returning, he had a pleased expression.

So, among the group, another infant was added—Su Changyu's younger sister.

Before departing, the cultivator distributed the Xuanhuang Pure Heart Mantra and accompanying medicines, instructing them to practice on their own.

After flying for over ten days in Departure, the flying boat finally broke through the Immortal Seclusion Great Formation and arrived in the cultivation world.

Feeling the rich spiritual energy around, Ye Feipeng was immediately immersed in deep ecstasy.

Carefully guiding the spiritual energy into his body, Ye Feipeng officially embarked on the transformation to become a cultivator.

After an unknown amount of time, a thunderous roar suddenly resounded in his ears, startling him awake from his cultivation.

"Which cultivator dares to help mortals sneak into our realm!"

The thunderous voice echoed incessantly in his ears, causing dizziness. Alongside the dizziness, a bad premonition surged in Ye Feipeng's heart.

"This Daoist friend, please let me explain..." The cultivator who brought them hastily began explaining.

However, the other party seemed to have no intention of showing mercy.

"Save your words! According to the laws of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, betrayers of the realm shall die!"

Boom!

With the opponent's indifferent voice, Ye Feipeng felt the flying boat he was on being hit, violently shaking.

"Such audacity! If you want to kill me, let's see if you have the ability!"

The thunderous sounds of Dao techniques colliding continued to ring out. The resulting shockwaves were like a hurricane sweeping through.

The flying boat instantly became as fragile as a floating duckweed, swaying as if it could fall at any moment.

Inside the cabin, the Departure crowd, except for Su Xiaomei who still slept peacefully, all woke up from their cultivation.

Although they had some aptitude for cultivation, they were still just children of ten or so years old.

Moreover, they were all pampered children from wealthy families who had never witnessed mortal combat.

Not to mention the scene of cultivators fighting before them.

They all looked pale, panicked, and at a loss.

Only Ye Feipeng showed a better performance; though surprised, he gazed out of the flying boat.

These two cultivators seem to have comparable strength, engaging in a fierce battle.

The momentum is grand, and radiance fills the sky.

It's impossible to clearly see the specific scene of their confrontation.

However, judging from the aftermath of their clashes, these two cultivators are at least in the Foundation Establishment stage.

"This flying boat wasn't a powerful magical tool to begin with."

"Just now, it was directly hit by that Foundation Establishment cultivator who suddenly appeared, and it's already heavily damaged."

"Now, under the impact of the battle between the two sides, it's even more likely to be completely destroyed."

"Moreover, the matter of sneaking into the realm seems to have been exposed."

Ye Feipeng forced himself to calm down, thinking rapidly.

"This flying boat, in my previous life, I also manipulated it. As long as there are no restrictions set, any cultivator in the Qi Refining stage can pilot it."

Thinking of this, Ye Feipeng headed straight to the bow of the ship, leaving the bewildered children behind.

In the end, it was Xiao Heng who was more alert. He followed Ye Feipeng to see if there was any way he could help.

Su Changyu was the oldest among these children.

However, he hadn't completely dispelled the poison in his body and was still just an ordinary mortal.

Knowing that he couldn't be of any help, he didn't join in.

He just took care of Su Xiaomei while comforting the emotions of the others.

"Fatty, what are you doing?" Xiao Heng walked to the bow and saw Ye Feipeng touching the void in front of him.

Sweat beads kept falling from Ye Feipeng's forehead, seemingly struggling.

Ye Feipeng didn't answer, just exerting effort to manipulate the flying boat beneath him.

"Oh, I see now. You want to control the flying boat and escape," Xiao Heng observed for a moment, suddenly enlightened.

"Why isn't it moving?" Ye Feipeng, feeling irritated, weakened and fell to the ground.

"Let me try!"

Ye Feipeng was about to scold Xiao Heng when he suddenly sensed the flying boat beneath him trembling slightly.

"Isn't it easy?" "Can you control the flying boat?"

Both of them spoke simultaneously.

A hint of shock flashed across Ye Feipeng's face, followed by a touch of jealousy at the words.

However, now was a matter of life and death, and he couldn't afford to care about these things.

Suppressing the emotions inside, Ye Feipeng hurriedly urged, "Quick, control the flying boat and get out of here."

Xiao Heng's innocent voice came, "Where are we going to escape to? It's all the same around us, and we can't tell the direction!"

Ye Feipeng suddenly felt anxious. "Just pick a direction..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

As if he had thought of something, Ye Feipeng abruptly looked out of the flying boat, carefully discerning the surrounding scenery.

Not far away on the sea, there were nine different-sized whirlpools.

The sea was turbulent, making them particularly conspicuous.

"In this sea area, I seemed to have been here when I tried to return to Departure in my previous life."

"Now, it seems impossible to return to the island guarded by the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance. In the northwest direction, there seems to be an uninhabited island."

"Let's go there and lay low for a while."

Quickly determining the direction, Ye Feipeng pointed and said to Xiao Heng, "Hurry, fly in that direction!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Heng, somewhat unsteady, manipulated the flying boat and fled the battlefield.

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators seemed to be engrossed in their intense battle, paying no attention to the quietly escaping group from Departure.

Ye Feipeng couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement.

After flying for more than a day, they finally saw an island, not too big, covered with dense jungle.

"We're here, fly into this forest and hide for now." Ye Feipeng hurriedly called out.

Xiao Heng had recently just broken through to the Qi Refining stage, and manipulating the flying boat for such a long time had already worn him out.

Seeing Ye Feipeng's instructions, he felt relieved and carefully landed the flying boat in the jungle.

Ye Feipeng instructed everyone to pick some branches and leaves, placing them on the surface of the flying boat for concealment.

Afterward, the group returned to the cabin to discuss the next steps.

"Encountering such a situation right after arriving in the cultivation world, it's really unlucky!" Xiao Heng sighed.

"It's already good if we can survive. Didn't you hear that our attempt to sneak in has been discovered?" Another child around Xiao Heng's age remarked.

Ye Feipeng said, "For now, we can only hide on this island for a while. Once the turmoil settles down, we can think about how to leave."

The group sighed, and their faces were full of distress.

"Fortunately, there is a water source and fruit trees on this island. We don't have to worry about food for the time being." Su Changyu sighed.

The future was uncertain, and the mood of the group was not good.

As night fell, they soon drifted into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Ye Feipeng suddenly felt a sensation and woke up from his sleep.

He quietly approached the outside of the flying boat and saw a streak of light descending from the sky, arriving in an instant.

The target was directly aimed at the flying boat concealed beneath.

"Oh no!" Ye Feipeng's heart sank.

Before he could react, the streak of light had already arrived in front of him.

"Hurry, help me inside..."

The person who arrived was the cultivator who had taken them away from Departure.

However, at this moment, he was covered in blood, weak in aura, and seemed heavily injured.

Nevertheless, he was still a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Ye Feipeng didn't dare to be reckless. He agreed and was about to assist when he saw the cultivator suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

After convulsing a few times, he became motionless.

"Elder!" Ye Feipeng exclaimed.

At this moment, in the sky above, a strange phenomenon occurred.

"Foundation Establishment cultivator Fan Li, practiced cultivation for a hundred and sixty-five years. Achieved Foundation Establishment with the unique item [Dimming Staff]. Battled fiercely in the cloud sea and suffered fatal injuries."

"Now, dead and vanished from the path of cultivation, returning to the heavens!"

A splendid scene, like fireworks, illuminated the sky.

Ye Feipeng was completely stunned by this sudden spectacle.

"He...died?"

He was dumbfounded.

He never expected that this cultivator named Fan Li, who had narrowly escaped a calamity, would actually die in front of him.

A simple bamboo staff slowly emerged beside his body.

Looking at the body of the Foundation Establishment cultivator, a bold idea suddenly emerged in Ye Feipeng's mind.

He held his breath and quietly approached.

When he reached the side of the corpse, he remained still for a while.

After a while, he slowly squatted down and, illuminated by the fireworks overhead, began to search the body.

"What are you doing!"

In the quiet night, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Ye Feipeng was startled and almost fell to the ground.

Turning around, he saw Xiao Heng looking at him with a shocked expression as he touched the corpse.

"Hush!" Ye Feipeng couldn't help making a hushing gesture.

Xiao Heng reacted at this moment.

He approached and whispered, "How did this cultivator die?"

"Probably due to a two-way injury from the recent fight, barely flying here, and then couldn't hold on any longer, so he died like this." Ye Feipeng casually replied, continuing to search the body.

"Why doesn't he even have a storage ring?" After flipping around for a while, he didn't find what he was looking for.

Ye Feipeng couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"A storage ring? Is it this one?" Xiao Heng picked up a ring from the ground and asked.