Liu Feng and Ouyang Shaopeng walked one after the other, heading south, and like most people, they seemed to be heading towards the southernmost line of sky, one of the four dangerous peaks in the human domain.
After walking for a long time, Ouyang Shaopeng pointed to the road ahead and asked in confusion: "Master, are you going to the narrow passage to grab that imperial artifact?"
Liu Feng nodded and said, "Yes."
Ouyang Shaopeng said: "But there are so many masters in the world who are drooling over the emperor-level artifact. If we go, will it seem that we are ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth? I heard that the peak of the Yixiantian Peak reaches the sky directly. If you want to climb to the top, it is impossible for people without the level of Holy Spirit Master to do it. But it is said that many Holy Spirit Masters who climbed to the top of the Yixiantian Peak never came back. Even Holy Spirit Masters are like this, let alone us? We haven't even cultivated our souls..."
Ouyang Shaopeng talked a lot about the dangers of the narrow sky, but Liu Feng just asked calmly: "Are you scared?"
Ouyang Shaopeng shook his head and said, "I'm not afraid, I'm just a little worried. Besides, now that you have obtained the imperial artifact, won't there be many people who want to kill you and snatch your imperial artifact from you in the future?"
"I have a Soul Gathering Pill here, just take it and stop talking nonsense!" Liu Feng handed the Soul Gathering Pill given to him by Jiuyou Villa to Ouyang Shaopeng.
"Spirit Gathering Pill? This thing is really a treasure!" Ouyang Shaopeng's eyes widened.
"After taking the Spirit Gathering Pill, you can go back. Since Yitiantian is so dangerous, you don't have to follow us!" Liu Feng said lightly.
"Master, do you want to drive me away with just a Spirit Gathering Pill?" Ouyang Shaopeng stared at Liu Feng in confusion.
"Aren't you going to leave?"
"I won't leave. I haven't learned how to throw knives yet!"
"Okay, I'll teach you now!" Liu Feng took out a flying knife from the magic ring and said, "Look carefully, hold the flying knife between your fingers like this, and put all the power into your wrist when throwing..."
“Swoosh!!!”
A flying knife drew a perfect arc in the air and silently nailed onto a big tree in the distance.
Liu Feng pointed at the flying knife nailed to the tree and said, "The foundation of flying knife is state of mind and accuracy. It takes time to practice. Go pick up the flying knife on the tree and practice Hui Lingdu slowly. I'm afraid you will never be able to practice well if you follow me like this!"
"Master, how many years have you practiced this basic knowledge?" Ouyang Shaopeng asked expectantly.
Liu Feng looked up as if he was thinking. After a long while, he said calmly, "About thirty years. For thirty years, I have been accompanied by flying knives almost every day!"
"Thirty years? Don't be ridiculous. The master is only twenty years old, and he said he has been practicing for thirty years?"
Liu Feng shook his head and smiled: "Anyway, it will take thirty years!"
(End of this chapter)