Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 266 - 249 ’Vulture’ Lin Feng!

One month later.

Lu Qingfeng walked out from the cave in the desolate mountain.

The sky was already bright.

During this month, Lu Qingfeng had already thoroughly reconnoitered the surroundings. If his cultivation were not insufficient, once he utilized the Heavenly Listening and Earthly Viewing Great Method, even the whole star would be under his sensory grasp.

Although his current cultivation was quite modest, probing several tens of miles around was not a problem.

Desolate mountain.

Junkyard.

Within several tens of miles, there were many small and large mountains, piled up with all sorts of discarded metals of various types and colors.

Most of them were ordinary weapons, iron tools, and the like.

There were also some that Lu Qingfeng was familiar with, such as various talismanic weapons and magic artifacts. However, these talismanic weapons and magic artifacts were all heavily damaged, beyond repair, and had no value for restoration. The various materials were refined together, intertwined with each other, and even fused - even a top Artifact Refiner would not be able to extract and restore the materials of these discarded talismanic weapons and magic artifacts.

In the Cultivation World, such discarded talismanic weapons and magic artifacts were always common.

Like the Xuanyuan Sect.

With numerous disciples and the necessity to combat demons, it was common for talismanic weapons and magic artifacts to be damaged. Some with minor damage could still be taken to an Artifact Refiner for repairs. But some were beyond salvaging.

So, they were discarded.

The Xuanyuan Sect had a designated area for discarded magic artifacts, where Artifact Refining Apprentices and even Artifact Refiners could certify their skills. It also became the treasure-hunting spot for many low-level disciples.

Over time.

The discarded talismanic weapons and magic artifacts piled up like mountains, becoming a landscape of the Xuanyuan Sect.

In this life.

The place where Lu Qingfeng descended was clearly a dumping ground for discarded talismanic weapons and magic artifacts of some Immortal Sect.

"A junkyard."

Lu Qingfeng shook his head.

It was the first time he had encountered such a situation in his twelve lifetimes.

...

"The quality this time is no good, ah. Scavenged for a whole month and only barely found one usable broken sword."

"Finding a broken sword isn't too bad. Your broken sword retains thirty percent of its original shape, and before it was scrapped, it was at least a First-rank Magic Artifact. If you go to Treasure Mountain, you could at least exchange it for three to five bottles of Intermediate Elixir."

"Exactly. Lin Feng, you're known as 'Vulture,' you've really fattened up your mouth."

In the desolate mountain, with discarded magic artifacts everywhere and broken metals as common as dirt and stone, several figures moved agilely through the metal jungle. At the forefront, a skinny, dark youth held a section of an Embroidered Iron Sword, his eyes lively as he surveyed in all directions.

Besides the skinny, dark youth, there were three other young men, their gazes fixed on the boy with black hands, or rather on the half-section of the Embroidered Iron Sword, all revealing an envious expression.

In the Treasure Mountain region, finding a magic artifact that was still passably usable was no easy task.

It was Vulture Lin Feng, who, with a single glance, could find this rusted and unrecognizable broken sword from a pile of scrap iron. They had passed by earlier but had simply overlooked it.

Now they regretted it deeply.

The skinny, dark youth, called 'Vulture' Lin Feng by his companions, had the glint of slyness in his eyes. He was slender and dark but wore a loose black robe that was obviously too big for him.

The cuffs even covered up a good section of the iron sword.

"Alright."

"We haven't even started cooking today, what are we going to find all huddled together?"

"Scatter, scatter!"

Lin Feng waved his hand and immediately darted into a passage framed by rocks and metal frames.

This area was complex in terrain, with discarded magic artifacts piled up and leaning on the rock formations, forming countless nooks and crannies that went in all directions. If you weren't familiar with coming and going here, you'd certainly get dizzy and lose your sense of direction.

"This Lin Feng is off to hog all the finds again!"

"Exactly. Every time we split up, he's the one who gains the most!"

"I bet he's just afraid we'll learn his trick and wants to keep it to himself; how stingy!"

The remaining three looked at the disappearing figure of Lin Feng, each voicing their own discontent. Although it was with reluctance and dissatisfaction, they eventually dispersed.

Elsewhere.

As Lin Feng turned back to look, seeing no one following, a cold smirk appeared on his lips, "They bullied me in the past years, and now that they see my talent in finding treasures, they want to ingratiate themselves with me—there's no such good deal!"

"Humph!"

"Just wait. Once I've saved enough elixirs, I'll take my sister and leave Treasure Mountain for busier peaks. There are Alchemists there, and they will definitely be able to cure my sister's illness!"

As he spoke.

Lin Feng continued forward, and suddenly, he swished the loose sleeve of his robe to the left three times. A look of joy appeared on his face, and he promptly ran to the left. His movement was quick like a startled rabbit.

After passing around a few boulders the height of two men and over a couple of piles of discarded metal.

Lin Feng paused in his stride.

Before him stood a young man with refined eyebrows and bright eyes, about sixteen or seventeen years of age, standing atop a pile of scrap iron. In his hand, he toyed with a palm-sized curved iron piece, flipping it over and over.

As if feeling Lin Feng's arrival, the young man looked up, his gaze colliding with Lin Feng's.

From a distance, Lin Feng eyed the iron piece in the young man's hand, hesitated for a moment, then felt his sleeve swish three times again, immediately gritted his teeth and stepped forward, raising the broken sword in his hand before pointing at the iron piece the young man held, "This brother seems unfamiliar, I wonder from which peak of Treasure Mountain do you hail? I'll trade you my broken sword for your iron piece, what do you say?"

"Oh?"

Lu Qingfeng looked up, glanced at the broken sword in the hands of the skinny, dark young man, then looked down at the iron piece in his hand and mocked, "You want to trade my treasure for that piece of junk?"

"What treasure, it's just a scrap of iron. I thought it looked like a defensive magic artifact, that's why I'm willing to trade this sword with you. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother even if you begged me."

Lin Feng said with a dark face.

"You really want it?"

Lu Qingfeng looked at Lin Feng.

"Are you going to trade or not? Give me a straight answer!" Lin Feng said impatiently.

"I'll trade."

"But you'll have to add that little mouse in your sleeve as well."

Lu Qingfeng toyed with the iron piece, smiling as he looked at Lin Feng.

Just as he mentioned the sleeve, Lin Feng's expression changed, and without looking back, he turned and ran into the jungle of metal, disappearing from view.

"Quick to flee; no wonder he thrives in the metal ruins."

Lu Qingfeng praised with a chuckle, taking a step forward.

The next instant.

"You—"

Lin Feng raised his head, only to see that the boy had somehow appeared in front of him without notice.

"What's the rush."

"This little mouse has already recognized you as its master, it's useless for me to snatch it."

"Sit down and let's chat."

Lu Qingfeng reached out and grabbed, and Lin Feng felt his body move uncontrollably toward the boy who looked about his age, and he sat down involuntarily.

Out of Lin Feng's sleeve, a baby-palm-sized gray mouse poked its head out.

Lu Qingfeng happened to look down, and the little mouse hurriedly retracted its head, afraid to show itself.

"A majestic Sniffing Spirit Rat, and you've raised it so thin and weak, it's a wonder it's still willing to follow you."

Lu Qingfeng clicked his tongue in amazement.

[Spiritual Beast: Sniffing Spirit Rat (Hungry State)]

[Grade: First Rank]

[Explanation: Possesses a keen sense of smell, extremely sensitive to fluctuations of Spiritual Energy and Spiritual Objects of heaven and earth. Currently in the juvenile stage, will become a Third-rank Spiritual Beast at adulthood, with extremely fast speed.]

"Who exactly are you?"

Lin Feng was only able to move his head, turning to look at Lu Qingfeng with an inevitably anxious gaze.

"Me?"

"This old man has fallen from Great Power into this desolate ruin. Having observed you for a while, I see you are orphaned, raising your bedridden sister alone. I took pity and wish to take you as a disciple. Are you willing?"

Lu Qingfeng was smiling at Lin Feng.

He had lived through twelve lifetimes in the game, over two thousand years in total. Even just one lifetime, in his eighth lifetime in the Red Smoke Realm, he lived for seven hundred and sixty-six years.

To him, a young boy like Lin Feng seemed very naive.

"Great Power?"

Lin Feng blinked his eyes, sensing an irresistible force on his body, his heart stirred, followed by an eager nod, "I am willing. Disciple is willing, Disciple Lin Feng, greets Master!"

His body couldn't move, which made this gesture quite comical.

"Such a teachable child."

With a thought from Lu Qingfeng, he released the restraint on Lin Feng's body.

Then the boy bowed his head deeply, calling out, "Ten thousand blessings to Master!"

"Where did you learn all these fancy tricks?"

Lu Qingfeng laughed, with a flick of his sleeve he helped Lin Feng stand beside him.

Seeing this, Lin Feng thought 'Master' had immense Divine Skills, certainly more powerful than even the martial masters from Treasure Mountain. He stared blankly at Lu Qingfeng, momentarily frozen, wondering about something in his heart.

"Your sister's illness can be cured."

Lu Qingfeng, insightful into human hearts, said to Lin Feng.

"Disciple thanks Master!"

"As long as my little sister can be cured, this life of mine henceforth belongs to Master!"

Lin Feng had long been accustomed to the rough world, his behavior carried the rough and straightforward air of those surroundings.

Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh and cry, "What would I do with your life?"

He had always treated others kindly in his life. For the past month, he had been listening in within dozens of miles radius, and it was Lin Feng who left the deepest impression.

Orphaned with both parents gone, he single-handedly raised his long-sick sister.

Very much like Lu Qingfeng himself back in Black Wood Village.

Therefore, Lu Qingfeng was moved by compassion.

Furthermore.

This young Lin Feng, wandering in the desolate ruins at such a young age, was experienced and mature. To be able to have the Cultivation World's quite rare Sniffing Spirit Rat recognize him as its master with his mortal body, clearly, he had some luck.

He simply decided to take him as a disciple.

In this lifetime.

Lu Qingfeng was preparing to cultivate seriously again and found it inconvenient not having a few capable hands.

Why not start cultivating one now.

Lin Feng had both talent and temperament, and with Lu Qingfeng leading the way, his future achievements would surely not be bad.

"My sister's life equates to my own life!"

Lin Feng clenched his fists, scarcely able to contain his excitement.

Lu Qingfeng could understand this feeling, and he stood up, saying, "Lead the way."

...

It wasn't the cliché story of being bullied for over a decade and then facing a turning point as soon as Lu Qingfeng arrived; Lin Feng's sister Lin Ye had not suffered from such a fate.

Lin Ye's condition was not serious.

She simply didn't get enough food when she was younger, malnourished, and fell ill, which caused stomach issues and resulted in her growth being stunted.

Lin Feng was seventeen years old.

Lin Ye was fifteen.

But Lin Ye appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old, truly weak to the point of being pitiful, and it was commendable that Lin Feng had managed to raise his sister.

For mortals, this kind of condition would be considered incurable.

Lu Qingfeng was already a Fifth-Order Alchemist, casually refining a few furnaces of elixirs and using True Qi to nourish and adjust her condition, at most half a year, the root of the illness would be removed. After one or two years, Lin Ye's growth could catch up, and she would be no different from a normal person.

"Disciple—"

Lin Feng's eyes were moist, and he bowed his head ready to kneel again.

"Forget it."

Lu Qingfeng waved his hand, interrupting Lin Feng. Seeing the siblings both with red noses and eyes, Lu Qingfeng said to Lin Feng, "Pack up later and bring Lin Ye to move in with your Master."

After he finished.

He turned and walked away.

Lin Feng watched Lu Qingfeng's retreating figure, pursed his lips in salute. Then with his dark face showing a bright white smile, he turned and grinned idiotically at his bewildered sister Lin Ye.

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