Chapter 3754: The Old Man at the Cliff's Edge

Surrounding Chu Feng were peach trees in full bloom, their petals drifting through the air. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful.

Yet for all its beauty, there was something strange about this place.

Even the sky was pink. The clouds were pink. The very ground beneath his feet was pink.

Though the shades varied—some deeper, some lighter—creating a sense of layers, a glance in any direction revealed nothing but pink. It was, without question, rather odd.

But Chu Feng paid it no mind. His gaze was quickly drawn to the southeast.

Though peach trees surrounded him on all sides, the southwest was the sole exception. There stood a cliff.

It turned out this peach grove sat atop a cliff's edge.

And seated at the very precipice was a person.

From his silhouette, he appeared to be an elderly man. He was hunched over, and a large hump protruded from his back—clearly a hunchback.

Though the scenery here was far from normal, the old man's attire was perfectly ordinary.

He wore a gray robe, though it looked quite worn and tattered. The bamboo hat on his head was equally weathered. At a glance, he looked like nothing more than a aged farmer.

Yet upon seeing this old man, Chu Feng felt a deep sense of reverence.

From this figure, he sensed a powerful aura—that of something ancient. Something from the primordial era.

In the old man's hand was a fishing rod.

Perched atop a cliff, rod in hand, with his line dangling over the edge below—he was fishing.

This piqued Chu Feng's curiosity. He truly wanted to know: what exactly was this man trying to catch by sitting at the top of a cliff with a fishing rod?

But while Chu Feng was here, it would be inappropriate to use his Heavenly Eyes to observe, nor would it be proper to employ any other form of penetrating vision to peer beneath the cliff.

Doing so would be disrespectful to this elder.

So Chu Feng clasped his fists together, bowed, and spoke: "Senior, I am Chu Feng, and I have come to pay my respects."

After Chu Feng spoke, the old man offered no response. Instead, he simply began to speak of his own accord:

"The Peach Blossom Source I have laid out contains ten layers of inheritance."

"Those who enter with Purple-Striped Barrier Stones—using one hundred thousand stones makes it easiest to comprehend, but what can be grasped is the least."

"The harder the path, the more there is to be gained."

"Someone has arrived here today, which means they used only ten thousand Purple-Striped Barrier Stones to enter this formation. To have made it this far, they must be someone of extraordinary talent."

"A young person such as this is worthy of receiving my inheritance."

"But how much they receive depends entirely on themselves. Comprehend what you will."

Whoosh—

In a sudden motion, the old man swept his wide sleeve through the air.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and heaven and earth underwent a dramatic transformation.

The peach trees that had surrounded Chu Feng on all sides—all of them vanished. Though he still stood atop the cliff's edge, everything beyond the cliff itself had dissolved into a vast, empty void.

But then, without warning, a fierce gust of wind materialized ahead and came hurtling toward him with tremendous force.

"What is this?!"

The moment the gale swept past him, Chu Feng's expression shifted drastically.

He realized that hidden within this violent wind was the very Dao of martial cultivation.