After entering the formation, Yang Feilong took a pill and slightly adjusted his breath.
Although he seemed to have suffered no losses in his previous encounter with Xiao Gangqiang, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, he had actually sustained some internal injuries. The power of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation was too formidable. Despite his cultivation being higher than that of a Golden Core realm cultivator, bearing the pressure of nearly full Nascent Soul realm power had taken a toll on him, and the longer the battle, the greater the impact.
"It's time to leave!" Yang Feilong thought to himself.
His earlier words were solely to prevent the Xiao family from implicating the Murong family. He could not defeat Xiao Gangqiang, and if the latter were to alert the Xiao family patriarch, this formation would not be able to withstand it. Unless the Black and White Impermanence elders were still present, they were both at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, and with their control over the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation, even ordinary Soul Transformation realm cultivators could be easily annihilated!
Following this, Yang Feilong produced a Random Teleportation Scroll.
A Random Teleportation Scroll could transport one tens of kilometers at a minimum, and up to a thousand kilometers at most, though usually it conveyed several hundred kilometers.
Yang Feilong had no idea how far he would be transported, but he was prepared. If the first attempt failed, he would attempt a second teleportation. Of course, he wouldn't do so immediately. If the first teleportation landed him hundreds of kilometers away, and the second one brought him back, or even near his current location, it would be truly tragic!
*Swish!*
Yang Feilong crushed the Random Teleportation Scroll. A beam of light enveloped him, and a powerful force restrained him.
The next moment, Yang Feilong felt as if he were on a high-speed train, unable to perceive time. In the blink of an eye, he saw a bright light and found himself reappearing in a desolate wilderness.
"Where is this?" Yang Feilong looked around, utterly bewildered.
He was not familiar with the Spirit Realm!
"I should find someone first!" Yang Feilong muttered to himself and set off in a particular direction.
*Roar!*
Suddenly, a demonic beast charged towards Yang Feilong.
It was a wolf-like demonic beast!
"Demonic beast!" Seeing the charging beast, Yang Feilong blinked. He had seen many spirit beasts before, but demonic beasts were not common.
Of course, he had seen them before.
With a flip of his hand, Yang Feilong unleashed a slash, and the demonic beast was instantly killed.
Thus, Yang Feilong did not rush his journey. He decided to roast some of the demonic beast's meat to eat. Although the sense of hunger had greatly diminished after reaching the Yin-Yang realm, he had only been eating dry rations for months and was thoroughly tired of it.
A roasted demonic beast would surely be delicious.
As for the demonic energy contained within the demonic beast's flesh and blood, it was not a significant problem. A small amount of demonic energy, once refined, could be converted into Yin-Yang power.
His Yin-Yang power could manifest as flames, and he began to use it for roasting. He could have used the Green Lotus Earth Fire, but after some thought, he decided against it. If the Green Lotus Earth Fire were discovered, not only would he be pursued by families like the Xiao family, but other families would also hunt him.
Yang Feilong's reasons for appearing outside the formation were twofold: firstly, to test his own strength, and secondly, to sever ties with the Murong family, as he did not want them to be implicated.
He sprinkled seasonings from his storage ring onto the meat as he flipped it.
"Hmm?" Just as the demonic beast meat was roasted, Yang Feilong's eyes flickered. A group of three people, two men and one woman, appeared ahead.
"Brother, may we trouble you for some roasted meat?" one of the men said with a smile.
"There's plenty of roasted meat, take what you want!" Yang Feilong shrugged and chuckled. The man gave him a strangely familiar feeling.
"You have roasted meat, and we can provide some wine," another young man said, producing two jars of fine wine.
"I'll provide some tables and benches!" the woman said with a smile, waving her hand to set up the furniture.
"I also have some snacks I bought earlier to accompany the wine!" the first man said, placing the wine and snacks on the table.
Yang Feilong looked at the three, completely bewildered.
Were these three out on a holiday picnic?
He could tell that their cultivation levels were not particularly high, nor were they low, all being at the Innate realm or the tenth level of Foundation Establishment.
Such cultivation, while seemingly close to breaking through to the Golden Core realm, still required significant progress. There was still a gap between them and the top prodigies on the Dragon-Phoenix Rankings, such as Huang Fei and Xue Tengyun!
Yang Feilong's roasted meat was also served.
The four of them ate and chatted.
"Since we've met, we are fated. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Murong Qiushu. These two are my sworn siblings, this is my second brother, Han Feng, and my third sister, Meng Qiaoqiao!"
"And what is your esteemed name, brother?"
"Murong Qiushu?" Yang Feilong was truly taken aback by Murong Qiushu's introduction. He knew from Murong Qiuyue and Murong Qiufeng that they had an elder brother who was thirty-six years old, a master on the Dragon-Phoenix Rankings, and had already gone out to forge his own path!
They knew his cultivation level from the monthly introductions on the Heavenly Secrets Ranking's Dragon-Phoenix Rankings.
The Spirit Realm was different from the mortal world. The Spirit Realm was akin to ancient times, without telephones. However, there were communication conch shells or communication artifacts, but these were quite precious. The reason for not using devices like those in the mortal world, according to many cultivation families in the Spirit Realm, was that excessive reliance on technology would greatly hinder progress in the path of cultivation.
This was actually quite understandable.
Who would prefer walking or running, relying on their own strength to travel, after getting used to airplanes and cars?
Once human laziness sets in, the drive for progress also declines.
Perhaps this was also the reason why the Spirit Realm closed its channels to the mortal world, fearing that the "bad habits" of the mortal world would spread.
In the mortal world, living over a hundred years was considered a long life. But in the Spirit Realm, a hundred years was an incredibly short lifespan!
Once one became Innate, barring accidental death, their normal lifespan was over two hundred years. As long as one's aptitude was not extremely poor, most people in the Spirit Realm could reach the Innate realm!
As for communication conch shells and artifacts, they were rare treasures. One had to engrave complex formations and inscriptions within them. To communicate with someone, one had to adjust the sequence of formations and inscriptions, making them much more difficult to forge than storage rings and more complicated to use than telephones. However, this was knowledge within the cultivation world. Although not as convenient as telephones, people in the Spirit Realm preferred these devices because they allowed for progress in the cultivation world!
These items were very valuable and not everyone possessed them.
Murong Qiushu also did not have one, only borrowing someone's communication artifact or conch shell once or twice a year to report his safety to his family.
Sometimes, after venturing out for three to five years, he would return for a period of time.
"What's wrong, brother?" Murong Qiushu asked, looking at Yang Feilong with a smile.
"Daoist brother is a prodigy on the Dragon-Phoenix Rankings, so I am somewhat surprised!" Yang Feilong replied with a smile.
"It's true that I am a prodigy on the Dragon-Phoenix Rankings. My second brother and third sister are also prodigies. Especially my third sister, who ranks as high as twenty-third, much stronger than me!" Murong Qiushu said with a smile.
"It is a great joy in life to meet such prodigies. Let us have a drink!"
"Since we've met, it's fate. Cheers!"
Everyone raised their cups.