Lord Sovereign

After lunch, everyone's spirits improved a lot. After tidying up, they went back on the road. Neither of them noticed that not far behind their caravan, a woman in strong clothing was looking coldly at the direction of the convoy.

The convoy marched all night, and early the next morning, it came to a valley shrouded in thick fog.

"Huh? We seem to be in the wrong direction..." Xiao Wu stepped down on the carriage in front and said, looking at the surrounding fog, "From the direction of the fog flowing here, this should be the bottom of a valley. Can't find the familiar twist in the road."

Fei Hong was chatting with Fei Li Ling in the carriage, and got out of the car quickly when he heard Xiao Wu's words. "Xiao Wu, is there any other way to tell?"

Xiao Wu shook his head. "I'm sorry, Brother Fei, I only know some furs, and I have only been to Wushan once, and I only remember the correct route last time. Maybe this time I was too arrogant and thought I was too arrogant. I can't go wrong once here, so..."

Fei Hong was just an 18-year-old boy. He has been around Qingfeng Castle and Luohan Mountain for so many years. He had no experience of traveling far away at all. When he heard Xiao Wu say this, he suddenly felt a big head.

Everyone was at a loss, suddenly a white little rabbit sprang out of the thick fog, and ran over as if running for his life. When it saw  were first startled, and immediately turned around and fled.

"Friends in front, please help me catch that rabbit."

A young man's shout was heard in the fog, and Fei Hong shrugged, seeing that the rabbit was about to escape into the fog, raising the breath, stepping out of the cloud, and coming to the little rabbit in a flash. The little guy didn't have time to react at all, and fell into Fei Hong's arms.

Then, there was a long roar in the fog, and a young man wearing a white crown and a long sword flew over.

"A cultivator?" Xiao Wu screamed and couldn't help but leaned against Fei Hong's side.

A cultivator? Fei Hong didn't doubt Xiao Wu's words at all. This person could stand on the long sword and drove the sword, plus the spirit of cultivation radiating from his body. He was undoubtedly a cultivator. When a person could cross the imperial and enter the Earth Realm, the meridians of the body would freely absorb the aura of the heavens and the earth, and could control the aura at will, and became a true cultivator. 

Only then could it be regarded as the initial awakening of the hundred races. Inheritance of bloodline.

"Fei Hong, disciple of the Sacred Swords, pay respects to senior." Although it seemed that this white-faced scholar was only about 20 years old, he was a master above the veins and his lifespan had also greatly increased. Maybe he was more than a hundred years old. It was possible for him to be an old man too. Hence Fei Hong of course had to be respectful, unless he wanted to be beaten to death.

"You don't have to be polite to fellow Daoists. I was chasing a magical animal just now. I didn't have time to catch this little rabbit, and I liked it very much. That's why I shouted Dao fellows for help. The name is Song, and thank you fellow Daoists. "The young man surnamed Song said with a smile.

"Senior is serious." Fei Hong did not dare to say more, stepping forward and handing the little rabbit to the senior who got down from the long sword.

"Oh, thereere is it." The young man surnamed Song smiled and took the rabbit, cuddling in his arms, and said to Shen Yun. "I have heard of you Angong disciples. I used to be a disciple of another school many years ago. What a coincidence. I just stepped through the channel and became a cultivator myself. Your body is strange, isn't it? Well, you must have a chance to break through the channel bottleneck later."

Fei Hong had been bending over to talk. Hearing what this senior said, his heart couldn't help but beat faster. He said softly. "Senior, Fei Hong wants to bother you a little bit more."

Seeing that Fei Hong had caught the rabbit for himself, the young man surnamed Song was in a good mood. He led Fei Hong to the side in the mist without hesitation, and asked. "Friend, please say. If Song can help, he will definitely not decline."

"Junior once got a ring in this Wushan Mountain Range. It should also be something of a cultivator. The junior would like to ask Senior to observe it for him."

"Well, there is no problem with this." The young man surnamed Song smiled and stretched out his hand.

Fei Hong reached into his waist, took a wrapped item out of the small cloth bag. This was the bag containing the ring that he got from the skull in the cave a few days ago, but he didn't find the ring. When he lowered his head and turned the cloth bag, the ring fell out. There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the youth surnamed Song inadvertently.

"Well, this is an ordinary Qiankun ring. It is a ring for our cultivators to store personal belongings." The young man surnamed Song took the gray lacquered ring, shaking his fingers, and several items fell out of it.

Fei Hong hurriedly lowered his head and saw that what had fallen out were a few shiny spirit stones, a black wooden box and a dark gray bone.

The young man surnamed Song grabbed it out of thin air, and the black wooden box came into his hands. Once the lid was opened, there was a vermilion brush inside.

"What?" Song surnamed Qing exclaimed in surprise, and continued. "Song will tell you the value of these things as they are. These few spirit stones are middle-level low-grade, and their value is average. This dark gray bone should be of a certain low tiered spirit beasts. They are of average value. As for this brush, it has a lot of origin."

"Oh? Senior please say." When Fei Hong heard that he had picked up the treasures, he immediately became energetic, and he was immediately thinking about how to deal with them.

"There is a small sect of cultivation in the Yuan country called the'Lingfu Sect'. There are only dozens of disciples under this sect, and the master's cultivation level is not high. For the Yuan State, it is just a small sect. However, the Lingfu Sect makes a living crafting talismans. It is quite a superb talisman-making technique that they use." He stopped and looked into the distance, then continued. "But decades ago, the head of the Lingfumen suddenly disappeared, and by the way, even the treasure of the township of the Lingfumen, 'Zhuhebi', also disappeared, a few years later. Today, this spiritual talisman is on the verge of being a great find.. Song has the honor to have seen the Zhuhe pen once, and this pen is the Zhuhe pen."