Arrivals from Lone Moon Mountain

Yang Lingrui's words snapped Feng Lingyue back to attention. Realizing her slight loss of composure, she quickly adjusted her posture and cleared her throat twice.

"Ahem... Greetings, Fellow Daoist. Please, sit and speak."

"Thank you, Miss Feng."

Yang Lingrui took a seat on the opposite side. Turning his head, he caught the young girl stealing another glance at him before she hurriedly buried her face again.

Her behavior caused the female cultivator in the main seat to furrow her brow.

However, in this female cultivator's eyes, Yang Lingrui saw only helpless doting, devoid of any real anger.

Weighing both of their reactions, he pondered for a moment and quickly pieced together the situation.

"Senior Zhu Xuan sought me out earlier, saying I had met a certain young lady of the Feng Family in the market."

To verify his guess, Yang Lingrui took the initiative to ask, "Yet after thinking it over, I have no recollection of meeting either of you. Could it be that you two young ladies have found the wrong person?"

"No! It's not a mistake! That was me that day. I only went out after putting on a disguise!"

Before her elder sister could even speak, Feng Linghua had already blurted out an eager explanation.

Feng Lingyue rubbed her forehead, utterly speechless inside. Yang Lingrui was equally surprised by the sheer innocence of this Feng Family young lady.

He had only probed casually, never expecting her to just blurt out that her family possessed methods of disguise.

Seeing the reactions of her sister and Yang Lingrui, Feng Linghua finally realized she had misspoken. She quickly curled up, hugging her knees on her stool and pouting pitifully at Feng Lingyue.

"Sister, I was wrong..."

"Alright, alright. Just listen from now on. Don't interrupt again."

Feng Lingyue waved her hand helplessly before turning back to Yang Lingrui. "It is like this. My younger sister rarely goes out. Hearing that you offered her some guidance in the market, I wished to thank you in person."

Because of Yang Lingrui's remarkable appearance, many of the scenarios she had prepared for no longer applied. She could only adjust her plans on the fly.

By now, Yang Lingrui had fully grasped the ins and outs of the situation.

I must definitely wear a mask next time I go out.

He resolved internally. Then, he narrowed his eyes, putting on a slightly opportunistic expression.

"Miss Feng is too polite. I merely offered a helping hand; there is no need for you to thank me in person."

A glint of cunning flashed through Yang Lingrui's eyes. "I have long heard of the Qiulu Feng Family's great name. To meet both young ladies today is an immense honor. As for any other gifts of thanks, they are completely unnecessary."

With her simple mind, Feng Linghua was secretly delighted by these words. However, when she turned her head, she realized her sister's expression was somewhat off.

Although Yang Lingrui's cunning look had been fleeting, Feng Lingyue had keenly caught it. Her impression of him instantly plummeted.

Hmph, just as I expected. The moment I mention gratitude, the only thing in these people's eyes is figuring out how to extract benefits from the Feng Family!

Feng Lingyue sneered inwardly, "What a waste of a good skin. To have such a hollow character inside is truly disappointing."

But this is fine too. Later, I just need to let Linghua see this person's true face to dispel whatever notions she has.

Feng Lingyue once again raised a gentle smile. "Fellow Daoist Lin must not say that. Since you helped my younger sister, our token of appreciation will naturally not be lacking. I just do not know what Fellow Daoist Lin might need?"

Hearing this, Yang Lingrui was finally certain that the Feng Family could not belong to the Sects.

"To speak truthfully, I traveled here alone from the southeast Wangyue region. My cultivation realm is nothing outstanding. If I enter the Treasure Ground alone, my means will be somewhat stretched."

Yang Lingrui clasped his hands together, rubbing them gently. "I wonder if I might travel alongside Miss Feng, if only to seek some stability."

Feng Lingyue listened and slowly nodded.

Yang Lingrui's request was within reason. After all, with his cultivation and background, he possessed almost no competitiveness in the Treasure Ground. Stumbling upon a Fated Chance would depend entirely on luck.

This works too. I will just divide a few treasures with him when the time comes, and this matter will be settled.

Having made her decision, Feng Lingyue sought to gain a brief understanding of Yang Lingrui's cultivation.

"Dare I ask, Fellow Daoist Lin, what kind of mystic arts do you cultivate?"

"To answer Miss Feng, Wind Arts."

"Wind Arts?"

Feng Lingyue was startled, somewhat taken aback.

She had merely asked in passing, but upon learning that Yang Lingrui practiced Wind Arts, a thoughtful look crossed her face.

Whoosh—

She opened her hand, and five ordinary mayfly larvae appeared in her palm.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know the Clear Breeze Entering the Body method?"

"I do, but I am not yet Proficient."

"No matter. Give it a try. Send the Wind Art into the larva's abdomen."

"Alright, then I shall make a fool of myself."

Yang Lingrui regulated his breathing, then circulated his cultivation method to execute the art.

Soon, a wisp of clear breeze as thin as a hair condensed at his fingertip. With a solemn expression, he slowly began to guide it into the larva's body.

The insertion went smoothly, but just as Yang Lingrui prepared to stabilize the technique's form, a moment of carelessness caused the breeze to pierce right through the larva's belly.

"Hiss-My apologies."

"It is fine. This was never an easy task to begin with. Fellow Daoist may try again."

Yang Lingrui made several more attempts. Finally, on the fifth larva, he successfully nested the mystic art within its body.

He reached up to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead, his expression finally relaxing.

In truth, he had succeeded on the very first larva. However, to better maintain his current persona, he deliberately failed four times, only barely succeeding on the fifth.

Seeing his success, a look of pleasant surprise blossomed on Feng Lingyue's face.

As a noble clan, the Feng Family naturally understood the collection method for Mayfly Essence.

Unfortunately, finding a cultivator who met the cultivation realm limit to enter the Treasure Ground while also possessing a certain mastery over Wind Arts was extremely difficult.

The Feng Family had inquired extensively but failed to find a suitable candidate. Either their realm was too high, or their mystic arts were unrefined.

They never expected that on the very eve of the Treasure Ground's opening, they would stumble upon someone who met both conditions.

"Fellow Daoist Lin's Wind Arts are exquisite. Truly admirable."

Feng Lingyue smiled. "For this journey, I invite Fellow Daoist Lin to explore the secrets with us. If we can acquire the Mayfly Essence, my Feng Family will certainly not treat you poorly!"

Just as Yang Lingrui was conversing with the two sisters in the Feng Family's encampment, another faction arrived belatedly at the location.

A party of seven flew in on a cloud boat, sweeping over the heads of numerous cultivators to land directly at the entrance.

They descended upon an area that a certain Sect had already claimed.

The Dao-protector of that Sect was at the Qi Gathering Perfection realm. He was just about to step forward to argue when he suddenly spotted the emblem on the newcomers' chests-a lone moon in a clear sky.

It was the people of Lone Moon Mountain!

Then, he met the cold, sinister gaze of their leader, whose body was already radiating strands of True Essence.

"Greetings, Senior! We yield this spot to your noble Sect!"

The Dao-protector hurriedly bowed, then ushered his disciples away to vacate the area.

After the Lone Moon Mountain group occupied the space, the Condensed Origin cultivator leading them floated into the air, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.

He was one of the Dao-protectors dispatched by the Moon-Grasping Sect for the disciples of Lone Moon Mountain.

For this expedition, Lone Moon Mountain had dispatched six mid-stage disciples to explore the Mayfly Treasure Ground. Among them, two were at the sixth level of Qi Gathering, and four were at the fifth level.

"Hehehe, did you see that man just now? Martial Uncle Dao-protector only gave him a single look, and he was scared into trembling!"

"Of course! Who doesn't know the great name of our Lone Moon Mountain!"

"With such a prime position, we will definitely be able to strike first and gain the upper hand!"

"Ah, look! Senior Brother Wang has entered meditation again!"

Amidst their chatter, the gazes of these Lone Moon Mountain disciples fell upon a disciple at the sixth level of Qi Gathering.

Seeing him meditating, the others ceased their talking, afraid to disturb him.

Had Yang Lingrui been present to see this person's face, he would surely have found him somewhat familiar.

Because this was none other than Wang Weiming-the youngest son of Wang Xiong from the Wang Family of Baishi Town, who had been taken up to Lone Moon Mountain eight years ago.

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