"Indeed, it must be the 25th level of True Immortal!" Huang Zhen responded, "After all, even we can't traverse millions of miles in an instant!"
"The 25th level of True Immortal!"
Chen Xian exclaimed with admiration, "Such good news should be reported to Elder Zhen and the others immediately!"
As he spoke, Huang Zhen began to contact Elder Zhen and the others using a specific method.
After all, the jade slip was completely useless in that place.
"Such a thing exists?"
In the Great Desolate Land, Elder Zhen and the others, upon receiving the news, were filled with joy.
Elder Zhen immediately gave the two of them their orders.
At the same time, he shared the good news with everyone else.
After all, everyone here was constantly on edge, and any piece of good news could significantly relieve their psychological pressure.
Upon receiving the message, the two of them didn't waste any time and headed straight for the Tianlan Mountains.
However, by this time, Yi Feng had already left the Tianlan Mountains.
He was riding aimlessly toward other places, continuing his search for his last disciple.
So, when Chen Xian and Huang Zhen arrived, all they found was a dilapidated thatched hut and a manure pit.
Chen Xian covered his nose, furrowed his brow, and instinctively glanced at the manure pit. "It's a bit smelly," he added.
"It is indeed a little smelly, but why do I feel strangely refreshed instead?" Huang Zhen couldn't help but say, and as he spoke, he couldn't resist walking toward the manure pit.
"What are you doing?" Chen Xian asked, puzzled.
"I just want to take a look at the manure pit," Huang Zhen replied. "Don't you feel it too? It's smelly, but there's definitely a sense of refreshment, as if my strength has improved." ＲÅ𐌽ȯ฿Ês̩
"Although it does feel somewhat pleasant, you don't really think there's some kind of opportunity in the manure pit, do you?" Chen Xian couldn't help but roll his eyes at Huang Zhen. "The reason we feel this way is probably because we've been in the Great Desolate Land for so long. Suddenly coming to this unpolluted outside world naturally makes us feel refreshed."
"Ah, that makes sense!"
Huang Zhen awkwardly agreed and then stepped back to his original spot. "So, what do we do next?" he asked.
"Perhaps he's just gone out for a short while. Let's sit here and wait for him," Chen Xian said after a moment of thought.
"Alright. Elder Zhen did say that we should try to make contact with him no matter what. Even if he doesn't agree to help right away, getting to know him would still be beneficial," Huang Zhen nodded.
With that, the two of them sat down on the spot, closed their eyes, and entered a state of deep concentration, waiting for Yi Feng to return.
**The Martial World**
As one of the Eight Realms, the Martial World's cultivators were undoubtedly the strongest in individual combat.
Having inherited the legacy of the ancient Creation Supreme, the Martial World was different from other places. Here, martial arts were revered, and people sought to achieve enlightenment through martial prowess.
Thus, the customs and culture here were vastly different from other realms, with straightforward and direct ways of doing things.
At this moment, Yi Feng, accompanied by his horse, had arrived in the Martial World.
"Ah, what a headache!"
Walking down the street, Yi Feng touched his money pouch, his face filled with worry.
The journey to find his disciple was proving to be quite expensive.
Unlike back in Pingjiang City, where he could earn money by writing books, now he was only spending, not earning.
As a result, he was now completely broke, with barely enough money left for a few meals.
"Ah, whatever. Let's grab a bite to eat first!"
Yi Feng glanced at a nearby tavern.