Shadow Step - A Thousand Miles in an Instant

  The old man looked at the spirited Yifeng, his eyes lit up: This kid's spirit is much stronger than two days ago, could it be that his strength...?

  "Yī Fēng, can you explain to me why?" The Great Elder said with a piercing gaze, his eyes shining brightly. If it were someone else's strength, he could see it at a glance, but Yī Fēng's meridians had been remolded, and the special nature of the Líng Shén Decree made it impossible for him to discern Yī Fēng's true strength.

  "Wu Zi Qi Jie." Yi Feng said helplessly, he knew he couldn't deceive the Great Elder. Besides, since he had something to ask of him now, Yi Feng didn't need to hide it either.

  The old man stood still, staring at Yi Feng with a shocked expression: in just one day's time, from a useless person to a sixth-grade warrior. This... isn't this too exaggerated? Although Yi Feng's foundation was here, but this was also rising too fast.

  The Great Elder looked at Yi Feng, who was showing a helpless expression. Suddenly, an idea rose up in his heart: for him, was defeating Liu Feng within a year too simple? Shouldn't he change to an elder-level character as his target?

  If Yi Feng knew what the Great Elder was thinking in his heart right now, he would definitely jump up and curse: a single flowing maple leaf doesn't even have a grasp on it, if it were another elder, he'd rather go kill himself than feel comfortable.

  "Little one, speak up. What brings you to me this time?" The Great Elder took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and smiled at Yifeng. He knew that Yifeng wouldn't come to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, so this little one must be after some benefit again.

  "Great elder, I missed you so much. One night apart feels like three autumns. I couldn't bear it, so as soon as the sky brightened at dawn, I came to see you." Yi Feng said with a mix of tears and snot, extremely moved.

  The old man looked at the snot stains on his sleeve and felt his stomach churn: This bastard, using my sleeve to wipe her nose. This little brat, she definitely didn't wash her face this morning, or else why would she have so much snot? And she even wiped her mouth with it! Oh god, my clothes, I just washed them...

  The old man stared at the black and yellow water stains on his clothes, he wanted to cry but had no tears. His eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be devouring Rong Feng.

  "Great elder, I dreamed of you yesterday. I was afraid you'd be lonely, so in my dream, I helped find Phoenix and Hibiscus sisters to keep you company. I was worried your old hands and feet wouldn't be steady, so I nailed them firmly in place. I was afraid you might suddenly die, so I prepared a coffin for you... sometimes I think I'm too good to you..."

  The old man's forehead bulged with rage, his fists clenched tighter and tighter as he glared at Yi Feng, his teeth gritted in fury. Seeing that scoundrel wipe his face again with another sleeve, he could no longer contain himself and bellowed: "You damned rabbit, today I'll leave my coffin for you to use..."

  After finishing speaking, he swung his fist and heavily smashed over.

  Yi Feng saw the situation, chuckled and slowly took out three sparkling needles from his pocket. He twirled them in his hand twice, looking very perplexed, and said: "Hmmm, I don't know if the thing that Fifth Elder gave me is useful or not. Should I test it?"

  The old man shuddered and hastily stopped the fist that was about to come down. Looking at the black needle that had almost flashed by, he was also extremely cautious.

  "Little rabbit, speak up, what's going on this time?" The Great Elder seemed to know that he couldn't beat Yi Feng, and said hatefully.

  "Look at your tone, as if I often ask you to do something. I just came to borrow something from you. Do you need to have such a resentful look on your face?" Yifeng said disdainfully, casting a scornful glance at the elder.

  "Hmph..."

  The old man couldn't help but snort: Borrow something? You little brat, can you return things after borrowing them?!

  "Speak up, what's caught your eye this time?" The elder said helplessly. He knew that if he didn't agree with Yifeng, Yifeng would probably go and get reinforcements again, especially his fifth brother, who doted on Yifeng to the point of absurdity, and would immediately take Yifeng's side at a moment's notice. As long as it wasn't something of his own being stolen, he would definitely be on Yifeng's side, and would even rejoice in others' misfortune when he saw Yifeng stealing from them.

  "Hehe, it's just a pile of scrap iron, you don't have to look so vigilant." Yī Fēng said with a chuckle.

  The old man heard Yi Feng say this, and his heart became even more tense: the more disdainful the young man's tone was, the more precious that thing must be.

  "What's with the scrap iron?" The elder looked at Yi Feng vigilantly and said.

  "It's just that pile of useless meteorites." Yifeng said disdainfully.

  "Hmph..." The Great Elder finally couldn't hold back, and with a loud crash, he fell to the ground. His mouth twitched slightly as he cursed in his heart: You damned rabbit, why don't you just go die?! A meteorite, how many tens of thousands of years does it take for one to appear? These are treasures I obtained through great difficulty during my time in the mundane world, and you actually have the nerve to ask for them.

  "No way, absolutely not..." The elder firmly refused, his mind already made up. Even if he were to bring all four of his younger brothers, he still wouldn't give in to Yi Feng.

  "Really petty, won't even lend something. If you don't want to lend it, then don't. But I'm warning you now, this is your loss for not helping me increase my strength. When the time comes for me and Liu Feng to have a showdown, don't try to stop me from using other methods."

  The Great Elder looked at Yi Feng with a puzzled expression and said: "What do you mean? Apart from forging divine weapons, can't meteorites also increase one's strength?"

  Yi Feng said: "I only know that meteorites are small in size, but they are extremely heavy. This has a great effect on me."

  Yi Feng looked at the heavenly-level cultivation method given by the old man yesterday, and was instantly overjoyed. Such a cultivation method is simply what Yi Feng has been dreaming of.

  A set of martial arts techniques about body methods. It is said that when cultivated to the peak, one can travel thousands of miles in a short distance. Ah, Yi Feng imagines that in the future, he will find an unparalleled beauty in each of the four directions, using the "thousand-mile-in-a-short-distance" technique to visit their chambers in one night, what a wonderful life that would be.

  So, Yi Feng came to find Da Zhang Lao early in the morning and obtained a meteorite. It was of great help to his cultivation of this set of martial skills. Not because of anything else, but because the density of the meteorite was extremely high.

  The elder, though reluctant, upon hearing that it would help Yi Feng's strength increase, for the sake of the Holy Land, took out the meteorite that he had spent countless time cutting into small pieces. With a pained expression, he tossed it to Yi Feng and roared: "Get lost..."

  Yi Feng smiled and put away the Na Ling ring. He turned around and left, but not before adding: "Great Elder, tonight I'll replace your wooden coffin with a stone one."

  The old man almost couldn't bear it: thinking that the meteorite he had prepared to forge into a divine weapon would be taken away, his heart ached. He made up his mind: within this year, he absolutely could not let Yi Feng see him, or else this little brat would use the excuse of increasing his strength to plunder everything from him.