250: Is the Grand Elder good or bad?

The middle-aged man in brocade robes was Zhao Ping, the manager of Tiandong Trading Company. Seeing that Lin Feng's cultivation was not high and his words were polite, his tense expression softened slightly, but he still maintained his vigilance.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Qinglian." Zhao Ping cupped his fists in return, "May I ask what Your Excellency wishes to inquire about? We are only a small business and our knowledge is limited."

The green-skirted girl beside him had a pair of clear, curious eyes scanning Lin Feng. She was about sixteen or seventeen, with fair skin, hair styled in twin buns, and a hint of baby fat on her cheeks, making her appear charmingly naive. She tugged at Zhao Ping's sleeve and whispered, "Father, this Immortal Master doesn't look like a bad person."

Lin Feng smiled, his gaze falling upon the young girl, becoming even gentler.

"I am new to this place and unfamiliar with everything around me. I merely wish to find a place to stay and, incidentally, learn about the local customs. If convenient, might I travel with your caravan for a portion of the journey?"

Zhao Ping exchanged glances with the guards beside him. Their caravan was weak, constantly hunting low-level Yao Beasts in the nearby mountains for Spirit Stones, and an additional Foundation Establishment Cultivator accompanying them would mean an extra layer of security.

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Ping finally nodded: "Since Fellow Daoist doesn't mind, then let's set off together. We are heading to Bluestone City, a hundred li away."

Lin Feng thanked him and joined the caravan.

For the next few days, Lin Feng followed the caravan, slowly moving through the mountains. Through conversations with Zhao Ping and his daughter, he gained a superficial understanding of this realm.

This place, named Cloud Dream Marsh, was on the edge of the Human Race's territory, with relatively barren Spiritual Qi, and high-level Cultivators were extremely rare. Teams like Tiandong Trading Company typically hunted first and second-tier Yao Beasts, stripping their hides and Materials, living a rather hard life.

Lin Feng had also taken action twice, dealing with two third-tier Yao Beasts that crossed their path. For him, it was merely a flick of a finger, yet it made the entire caravan grateful to him, revering him like a god.

However, this kind of life was truly too dull for him.

That day, the caravan set up camp by a stream to rest. Lin Feng sat alone on a huge rock, gazing at the four suns of different colors in the sky, feeling a hint of boredom.

"Gathering information like this, who knows how long it will take..."

With a thought, he instantly swapped positions with his Wood Clone, which had already Cultivated to the Middle Stage of Soul Transformation, in his Inner Universe, far away in the Human Realm.

A completely different Aura of the Laws of Heaven and Earth surged over, familiar and intimate.

"It's still more comfortable in the Human Realm."

Lin Feng's main body consciousness returned, and he stretched, his figure disappearing from the giant rock. The next moment, he appeared before the familiar gate of Falling Cloud Sect.

Inside the Sect, people came and went, bustling with activity. Many young faces radiated vigor, and their cultivation was far superior to before.

He strolled leisurely, his Divine Sense sweeping across, discovering that a grand event seemed to be taking place on the main peak square of the Sect today. Thousands of Disciples gathered there, their clamor reaching the sky.

Lin Feng became interested, and with a flicker of his figure, he silently appeared in an inconspicuous corner of the square.

In the center of the square, more than ten huge arenas were erected, and countless Spell spiritual lights collided back and forth on the stages, clearly a Sect Grand Competition.

His gaze swept over the crowd and landed on the high viewing platform at the very front. Several Sect Elders sat there, presiding over the Grand Competition.

When he clearly saw the face of one of them, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

It was a woman in a luxurious black dress, tall and curvaceous. Her black hair was neatly coiled high, revealing her fair, slender neck. Her face was cold and alluring, her temperament noble, with an imposing Aura that commanded respect without anger. She sat upright, possessing the solemn authority of a Grandmaster.

It was indeed his Phoenix Dance.

He hadn't expected that after decades apart, this girl would also reach a point where she was respectfully addressed as "Old Ancestor."

Mo Fengwu on the viewing platform naturally didn't notice Lin Feng's presence. All her attention was currently focused on one of the arenas, and a rare hint of nervousness appeared in her cold, beautiful eyes.

She gripped her skirt tightly, her palms even breaking out in a fine sweat.

"Peiling, come on..." she murmured in her heart.

On the arena, two figures were fiercely clashing. One of them was a blue-clothed girl wearing the uniform of a Core Disciple of the Sect. She held a cyan longsword, its light flowing like water, agile and elegant. She was Mo Fengwu's Personal Disciple, Mu Peiling.

Mu Peiling had risen to prominence in the Sect after being taken as a Disciple by Mo Fengwu over ten years ago. She possessed exceptional talent and a resilient Heart-Nature. Now, barely over twenty years old, she had already reached the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment Cultivation, and was recognized as the foremost among the new generation of Disciples.

Her opponent, however, was a Senior Brother who had been at Foundation Establishment Perfection for many years. His Cultivation Technique was steady, his Foundation solid, and every move carried immense power.

"Clang!"

With another fierce collision, Mu Peiling was forced back several steps, her jade-like hand holding the sword slightly numb.

She took a deep breath, glanced at her Master's nervous gaze on the viewing platform, and her eyes instantly sharpened.

Ultimately, Mu Peiling proved to be more skilled, seizing a tiny flaw in her opponent's defense. Her sword struck like a Dragon, securing the victory in one fell swoop.

"Senior Sister Mu is mighty!"

"Champion! Senior Sister Mu is the champion!"

The Disciples watching below immediately erupted in thunderous cheers.

Mu Peiling on the arena also let out a long sigh of relief. She wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead, lifted her delicate and refined face, and looked towards her Master on the viewing platform.

Seeing this, Mo Fengwu's nervousness instantly transformed into a brilliant smile. She secretly waved a small fist at her Disciple, as if to encourage her. In that moment, she had lost all semblance of an "Old Ancestor's" dignity.

Lin Feng watched this scene, his smile deepening. He had intended to go and spend some intimate time with Mo Fengwu, but seeing her immersed in the joy of being a teacher, he decided not to disturb her.

He wandered around the Sect again and found that Nangong Wan and Dong Xuan'er seemed to have gone out on a journey together and were not in the Sect. Xin Ruyin and Chen Qiaoqian were both in seclusion, attempting to break through their Bottlenecks. Liu Yu, as the Sect Master, was even busier with affairs.

It wouldn't be appropriate for him, a Grand Elder, to forcibly intrude into a quiet room and commit improper acts.

"It seems I can only go find Yu'er."

Lin Feng made up his mind, and with a flicker of his figure, he headed towards White Phoenix Peak, where Song Yu resided.

At the summit of White Phoenix Peak, clouds and mist swirled. Inside an elegant bamboo pavilion, Song Yu was quietly enjoying tea alone.

Today, she wore a moon-white long dress, its hem gently swaying with the mountain breeze. Her three thousand strands of black hair were simply tied up with a single jade hairpin, her profile was exquisite, her temperament like an Immortal's. She held a small white jade teacup, bringing it to her rosy lips, gently blowing away the rising steam.

"Martial Niece Song has such refined taste."

A gentle male voice, without warning, sounded behind her.

Song Yu's delicate body trembled violently, almost spilling the teacup in her hand. She quickly stood up and turned around. When she saw that the person who had come was Lin Feng, her clear eyes were instantly filled with immense surprise.

"Elder... Elder Lin!"

Her voice carried a hint of excitement and disbelief, and two captivating blushes quickly bloomed on her cheeks.

Lin Feng smiled, walked over to her without formality, and naturally sat down on another futon, chuckling, "What, I'm here, and you're not going to add another teacup?"

"I... I'll go get it now!" Song Yu was a little dizzy from this sudden happiness, she quickly said, turning to go to the bamboo house outside the pavilion to get a cup.

Lin Feng, however, gently took her soft, boneless hand, his gaze falling on the teacup she had just placed on the stone table.

"There's no need."

A playful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. Under Song Yu's astonished gaze, he directly picked up the white jade teacup, which was still warm and even bore a faint lipstick mark.

"Martial Niece Song, I'll just drink from this."

With that, he tilted his head back and drained the warm tea from the cup.

Song Yu stood rooted to the spot, watching Lin Feng's actions, feeling the warm touch on her wrist. Her pretty face flushed "boom," as if it were about to drip blood.

This cup... she had just drunk from this cup... Elder Lin, he... he's so naughty!