The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

After the time it took to burn an incense stick, Feng Qingya felt she had conveyed the messages she needed to.

She did not linger any longer at the main gate of the Spiritual Medicine Sect.

Bringing Su Jingzhen and the others with her, she walked along the main street to the city gates and left the city directly.

From start to finish, she did not set foot into the Spiritual Medicine Sect.

…

“Is the news reliable? Did Feng Qingya really just leave like that?”

The news of Feng Qingya’s group leaving the city naturally made its way back to Zhao Tianming.

His brows furrowed again.

“Feng Qingya never even set foot into my Spiritual Medicine Sect from start to finish. What was the point of her coming to my Tianning City?”

A look of puzzlement appeared in Zhao Tianming’s eyes. It seemed he truly knew nothing about the legendary alchemist Dantai Mingjing under his very nose.

This is what is meant by being oblivious to what’s right in front of you. It also showed Dantai Mingjing’s skillfulness in choosing a location.

With the existence of the Spiritual Medicine Sect in Tianning City, some wandering alchemist had also gathered here. Even if others showed some pill cultivating abilities, they paled in comparison to the Spiritual Medicine Sect.

Of course, the Dantai clan would not draw any attention to themselves.

As Zhao Tianming pondered in puzzlement, a mountain of flesh appeared before him.

“Sect Master Zhao, you didn’t lend anyone to Miss Feng, did you?”

The one who arrived was the fatty from the Tianning City’s branch Treasure Gathering Pavilion. He looked rather anxious.

“Why are you so nervous, fatty? Since I promised you, how could I casually go back on my word?”

Zhao Tianming then said, “To be honest, Miss Feng never even crossed the threshold of my Spiritual Medicine Sect.”

The fatty let out a relieved breath, “That’s good, that’s good. You see, this time if anything went wrong, whoever was responsible for the territory it happened on would be held accountable.”

“This fatty just wants to be the master of this little piece of land, and I don’t want to get involved too deeply.”

He smiled, his fleshy face jiggling until his eyes were no longer visible. Then the fatty asked puzzledly, “But why were there two more people with her when she left?”

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Tianming smiled, “Because of the Spiritual Medicine Sect’s presence, my Tianning City naturally has gathered quite a few wandering alchemists.”

“However, these wanderers at most reach the second grade. As for those second grade wandering alchemists, I’ve already reached out to them long ago.”

“There are many first grade alchemists in Tianning City. Naturally, I can’t possibly know each and every one of them. They were probably just the kind of people she could hire.”

He was the actual controller of the Spiritual Medicine Sect, and fancied that the entire Tianning City was under his control as well.

“If that’s the case, then I’m truly completely at ease.”

The fatty breathed a sigh of relief again and smiled, “Then I’ll pass on the message according to what you said.”

After saying this, the fatty took his leave directly, his pace hurried.

…

“Miss, why don’t I carry all of you while flying instead? My speed is faster, so we can reach Yunmeng City sooner,” Mu Lao said, looking towards the distant horizon outside Tianning City.

Feng Qingya smiled again, “What’s the need to get there so quickly? It’s better to let the news fly ahead for a while first. Mu Lao, you don’t need to stay right beside us all the time, do as before. I’ll carry Master Su and we can make our way back at a leisurely pace.”

When Feng Qingya said this, Mu Lao’s brow creased slightly, but he still nodded silently.

He naturally understood Feng Qingya’s meaning. At the appropriate times, Mu Lao would voice his opinions, but as long as Feng Qingya made a decision, he would support it.

Feng Qingya then took out her light purple silk ribbon directly. Her gaze fell on Xuening beside her, “Little Sister Xuening, you should be able to ride an artifact to fly yourself, right?”

Xuening nodded reflexively. As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, this was a basic ability.

Xuening took out a three-foot long dark green ruler from the storage bracelet on her wrist. This ruler gave off a faint glow, and its quality seemed quite good as well.

Xuening lightly formed a hand seal, and the light on the ruler flashed briefly. It then enlarged to about double its original size. She stepped lightly onto it.

Xuening stood steady on the floating ruler, with the wind blowing against her, making Su Jingzhen quite envious to see.

Currently, his only dissatisfaction with the Flesh Body Cultivation path was that despite reaching nearly the 8th level of the Flesh Body Spiritual Embryo, he still couldn’t ride artifacts to fly.

Seeing Su Jingzhen step onto Feng Qingya’s silk ribbon, a look of surprise flashed across Xuening’s eyes. But she quickly realized and a smile played at the corners of her mouth.

“If Master Su is settled, then we should set off.” Feng Qingya lightly laughed at Su Jingzhen, then looked back at Xuening behind them, “Little Sister Xuening, just follow me.”

As she spoke, she guided the silk ribbon towards the distant horizon. This time, her speed was even slower than before. She was really just letting news of their group spread further first.

At their current artifact-riding speed, it didn’t seem like they were hurrying, but rather touring and sightseeing leisurely.

As usual, Mu Lao was nowhere to be seen. Even though Su Jingzhen knew he should be nearby, he couldn’t sense his aura at all.

Just like when they came from Linjiang City, they would stop to rest for a while after flying for a couple hours. Neither Feng Qingya nor Xuening’s spiritual power could sustain long-distance flight.

After rushing for half a day, Mu Lao suddenly appeared again and even casually slaughtered a second-grade black wind vulture.

In the middle of their journey, they even enjoyed an open-air barbecue.

What made Feng Qingya puzzled was that for these two demonic beasts in a row, Su Jingzhen still couldn’t purify the raging aura of their demonic cores.

She couldn’t help but doubt whether he truly possessed that ability.

…

While Feng Qingya’s group traveled at their leisurely pace, hundreds of miles away in the massive Yunmeng City, inside a luxurious manor, a group of nobly dressed, extraordinary people had gathered.

“I thought Feng Qingya hadn’t arrived in Yunmeng City after so long because she ran into trouble on the way. I didn’t expect she actually went to Tianning City for two or three days.”

“With her capabilities, she should have accomplished something there. Father, should we make a move to intercept her on the way? At least prevent her from reaching Yunmeng City before the Alchemy Conference begins, to avoid overcomplicating things.”

The atmosphere in the hall was slightly oppressive. At this moment, Feng Mingyan, who had already arrived in Yunmeng City, spoke to the middle-aged man in a black robe sitting in the prime position.

This group was clearly the core members of the Feng family. Feng Baozhao, Feng Mingyan’s father and the Feng family’s acting patriarch. His expression was unflustered, his demeanor steady yet with a touch of scholarly elegance, quite vigorous and handsome.

He lightly tapped his fingers on the spirit wood table, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Lin Yong’s latest message was already sent to me by an express spiritual bird. Don’t worry, that girl Qingya didn’t seek help from the Spiritual Medicine Sect, it seems she only brought along two low-level alchemists from Tianning City. This is no cause for concern!”

“Moreover, she’s already come here shamelessly and found so many witnesses. If we take action now, we’d instead lose face and make all cultivators look down on us.”

Pausing, Feng Baozhao smiled again, “This time, let’s just allow this niece of mine to obediently accept her predestined fate.”