Start cultivating immortality in Xiaoao world, bumped into the master's wife at the start! - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Feng Qingyang Appears

Linghu Chong recalled his master’s wife’s behavior last night and fell into deep thought. “If that’s the case, Ning Zhongze not refusing in the end was probably also due to the influence of this unparalleled divine skill!”

When he asked Ning Zhongze whether there was an antidote to the poison, she did not refuse to answer.

This was likely the merit of the unparalleled divine skill in his mind. After cultivating it, an invisible yet unique charm would naturally emanate from his body.

This kind of charm possessed a fatal allure and innate favorability for women.

Moreover, after cultivating together, a woman’s heart would incline even more toward him.

Too powerful.

It’s indeed worthy of being the unparalleled divine skill passed down from the founding ancestor, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan.

Linghu Chong was filled with gratitude. Once he successfully mastered this supreme immortal technique, he would definitely build a grand ancestral shrine for the forefather and offer respectful worship.

Now that he had a second chance at life, he certainly wouldn’t disgrace this unparalleled divine skill. He must spread the might of this immortal art to every corner of the world—he would never bring shame to his forefather.

“From now on, I’ll be the one to look after Ning Zhongze and little junior sister. I’ll never let tragedy befall them again,” Linghu Chong said with firm determination.

“I have the inner strength now, but what I still lack is a powerful martial technique.”

Though Linghu Chong’s cultivation was very strong, there was still a gap between him and those top-tier experts.

That gap lay in combat techniques and martial moves.

Until he possessed truly invincible inner strength, martial techniques and moves still mattered greatly.

If he did obtain invincible power, then martial techniques would no longer be important—just one punch could kill someone.

If it were a truly powerful martial technique, nothing in the entire Xiaoao World could be more suitable than the Nine Swords of Dugu. That was a peerless sword technique.

What’s more, he didn’t need to go far to find it—it was right on Mount Hua.

“Good. Next, let’s figure out a way to get the Nine Swords of Dugu.”

Having made up his mind, Linghu Chong stood up from the ground and leapt into the hot spring nearby.

After thoroughly washing, he dressed himself. Squatting by the water’s edge and looking at his reflection, he uttered a single word: “Handsome.”

Too handsome—handsome to the extreme.

After cleansing his marrow and remodeling his body, he was at least a hundred times more handsome than before.

His skin was as warm and smooth as fine jade; his deep-set eyes held a transcendent glow.

After a while, Linghu Chong stood up and looked up at the towering Mount Hua that pierced the clouds, a look of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

“Master’s wife, here I come… no, I mean, Mount Hua Sect, here I come!”

Then, Linghu Chong used his lightness skill, leaping into the air, soaring toward the summit of Mount Hua.

Mount Hua truly lived up to its name as the most dangerous peak in the world—sheer cliffs and steep ridges, yet the scenery was breathtakingly magnificent.

Verdant waters and green mountains flowed behind him as he soared.

Linghu Chong felt as light as a feather, dancing and leaping among cliffs and vegetation as if walking on air, each step sending him flying a great distance.

“Haha! This feels amazing!”

He let out a wildly exhilarating shout, echoing through the vast chasms of Mount Hua.

Some time later—

Linghu Chong gradually approached the summit. In his line of sight, he could already make out the outlines of palace buildings.

At this moment—

On a cliff—

“Ah-hah!”

An elderly man with white hair, exuding an immortal aura, stretched lazily by the edge of the cliff.

He looked down the mountain, gazing at the magnificent scenery of Mount Hua’s countless peaks, a warm and kind smile appearing on his face.

This man was none other than the current guardian deity of Mount Hua, a top expert in the martial world—Feng Qingyang.

“Huh! Someone actually made it up from the back of the mountain? Such profound inner strength… but a bit lacking in lightness skill.”

“Looks like today’s not just about getting some fresh air!”

Feng Qingyang’s snowy brows slightly furrowed, and then with a flash of his body, he stepped forward and appeared several kilometers away. His figure, ghostly and agile, shot off in pursuit of Linghu Chong.

This level of lightness skill was far superior to Linghu Chong’s.

He wanted to see who it was—with such deep cultivation, what were they doing sneaking into Mount Hua? If their intentions were impure, he would teach them a small lesson and drive them off.

“Heave-ho!”

Linghu Chong climbed the last cliff and finally reached the summit of Mount Hua.

“Forget it, I’ll report in first, then visit Ning Zhongze afterward,” Linghu Chong patted the dust from his hands and muttered to himself.

Without lingering, he headed swiftly toward the halls of the Mount Hua Sect.

After he left—

Feng Qingyang’s figure emerged from behind a massive boulder. “Could this lad be a disciple of the Mount Hua Sect?”

Linghu Chong’s words led Feng Qingyang to suspect he was from Mount Hua.

A look of shock and surprise appeared on Feng Qingyang’s face. If Linghu Chong really was a disciple of Mount Hua, and had such master-level cultivation at such a young age, that was extraordinary.

Truly a rare genius!

“This time, Yue Buqun has trained a fine disciple!”

Linghu Chong’s appearance stirred intense curiosity in Feng Qingyang’s heart.

To further confirm if Linghu Chong was a disciple of Mount Hua, Feng Qingyang resumed trailing him.

Linghu Chong ran at full speed, impatient to see Ning Zhongze again.

He was a little worried that she might have already told Yue Buqun everything. If that happened, he’d be in deep trouble.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, Linghu Chong frowned and stopped in his tracks, sharply turning his head to look back.

In that instant, he felt someone was following him.

He scanned the surroundings but saw nothing unusual.

“Was it just my imagination?” Linghu Chong frowned slightly, then shook his head and said, “Forget it, better hurry back!”

Not lingering further, Linghu Chong resumed his journey.

After he left—

Behind a boulder, Feng Qingyang’s face revealed a look of disbelief. He held his breath, not daring to make a sound.

Only after Linghu Chong had fully left did Feng Qingyang step out from behind the rock. Looking at Linghu Chong’s retreating figure, a gleam of admiration and surprise flashed in his aged eyes. He said, “Good lad, he’s got skills—so alert, he almost discovered my presence.”

Feng Qingyang’s face softened with a kind smile, and he grew even more curious about Linghu Chong.

A moment later, he once again followed after Linghu Chong’s figure.

This time, however, Feng Qingyang didn’t dare stay too close, lest he be discovered.

Passing through the grounds—

Linghu Chong finally arrived at the training field below the main hall.

Looking up at the grand palace atop the towering stairs, Linghu Chong’s face lit up with joy—he had finally arrived.

“Senior Brother! You’re back!”

At that moment, a Huashan disciple in green robes spotted Linghu Chong and ran over with excitement.

Hearing the voice, Linghu Chong turned and immediately recognized the person—it was his original self’s junior brother, Lu Hou’er. So he greeted him, “Junior Brother Lu!”

“Senior Brother! You’re finally back! Ever since you and Ning Zhongze disappeared, the whole Mount Hua Sect has been in chaos—everyone went down the mountain to look for you. What on earth happened?” Lu Hou’er asked with concern.

“I’ll explain later. Tell me—has Ning Zhongze returned?” Linghu Chong didn’t answer but instead asked about Ning Zhongze.

“Oh! I heard from the Master that she’s already back.”

“Oh right, almost forgot—Master is waiting for you in the main hall.”

“He said that if anyone sees you, tell you to go see him immediately. You’d better hurry!”

“Good, I’m glad she’s back!” Upon hearing that Ning Zhongze had returned, Linghu Chong finally relaxed. He then said, “I’ll go see the Master right away.”

With that, Linghu Chong dashed toward the main hall.

“Why do I feel like my older Brother has become much more handsome? And what happened to his clothes—why are they all torn like that?”

Lu Hou’er frowned slightly, watching Linghu Chong’s ragged clothing flutter in the air, making him look like a beggar on the run.