"Grandfather, do you know who that Shura senior was just now?"
The young woman asked her grandfather.
She was now filled with admiration for
However, the old man simply shook his head at her question.
Seeing that even her grandfather didn't know who that person was, the young woman felt a pang of regret.
"Master Shura is most likely a reclusive expert living in seclusion."
"For him, guiding us was nothing more than a trivial matter."
"But obtaining this immortal technique has been a long-cherished wish of our Water Mirror Heavenly Cave for many years."
"Regardless, we must find Master Shura and thank him properly."
The old man said, his eyes brimming with gratitude.
…
By now, Chu Feng had already arrived at Autumn Fall Village.
Autumn Fall Village sat at the foot of the Seven Sun Mountain Range, but it was no secluded paradise. On the contrary, it was simple and unremarkable — even looked a bit impoverished. The villagers themselves were mostly poor, making this a place where ordinary people lived. Even though everyone in the village practiced martial cultivation, their strength was far too weak…
But none of this surprised Chu Feng.
According to Master Liangqiu, this was the hometown of that Mr. Tang.
So when he had gone into seclusion here, it probably wasn't because the scenery was remarkable — it was simply because he held sentimental attachment to this place.
After arriving in the village, Chu Feng made some inquiries and learned that three families with the surname Tang lived here.
After filtering through them, Chu Feng narrowed his focus to one particular old man.
The other two Tang families had lived here their entire lives and had rarely, if ever, left the village. They didn't seem to be the person Chu Feng was looking for.
Only that old man named Tang was different.
He was an outsider — not a native of the village. He had arrived over two hundred years ago and was a Spirit World Master who made a living refining pills and forging weapons.
However, because of his eccentric temperament, the villagers all called him Freak Tang.
*Cough cough cough—*
Chu Feng arrived at Freak Tang's dwelling.
Immediately, he heard a series of heart-rending, violent coughs from within.
Out of respect for this senior, Chu Feng did not conceal his cultivation.
He even shifted his appearance back to his true form — his own face as Chu Feng.
Naturally, he also refrained from using any special means to peer inside.
And so, though he couldn't see the situation within or the old man's appearance, from those gut-wrenching coughs alone, Chu Feng could tell that the old man's condition was rather poor.
"I apologize for the intrusion,
"This junior is named Chu Feng. I was recommended by Master Liangqiu and have come to pay my respects."
Chu Feng cupped his fists and spoke from outside the door.
*Creeeeak—*
The decrepit wooden door swung open, and a withered figure appeared before Chu Feng.
The man was gaunt as a skeleton, his eye sockets sunken deep into his skull. His head bore only a few sparse gray hairs — if he had been completely bald it might have looked cleaner, but instead those few remaining strands clung to his nearly bare scalp, making him look not just unkempt but downright ugly.
But most importantly, this man's expression was harsh, and the look in his eyes was exceptionally fierce.