When leaving Jingyang Academy, Professor Xu gave Lin Shan a map with the approximate geographical landmarks of the continent on it.

The Fenglei Pavilion mentioned in Lin Fan's letter is located outside the northwest of the Song Dynasty, also hundreds of thousands of miles away, but not far from the meeting point of the trip's original destination, 'Bozhou'.

After roughly estimating the distance between the two, Lin Shan decided that before Shui Bingyue could gather the troops and there was still half a year until the meeting, he would simply go to Fenglei Pavilion to have a look first and find out where his Fengling Kung Fu was.

He took out the insect boat, jumped on it and started a long journey slowly.

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Along the way, the little fox girl took the initiative to ask Ying to take the helm, and the insect boat went straight in the preset direction.

He hid in the cabin to practice, and the Nirvana clone meditated in the Star Mansion.

This time, because I had the consciousness to go far away, I specially prepared a lot of cordyceps and stuffed them into the Jilang nest, including a large amount of volcanic spiritual rocks mined in Liluan Mountain.

The mission given to the little fox girl is to cultivate a fire-breathing Infernal Molten Worm!

However, this does not happen overnight, it requires a lot of time and massive resources to screen and evolve.

Most of the time, he experienced no man's land.

Most of the continent in this world is made up of barren mountains and rivers that are not suitable for cultivation. The spiritual energy is thin and the poisonous miasma is stagnant. Not to mention humans, even the demon clan is not willing to live here.

It is precisely these places that hide many secrets unknown to the outside world.

Some secluded sects, or solitary ascetic cultivators, like to hide inside and avoid the world.

The little fox girl was very curious about these places. She sat on the bow of the boat all day long and stared at the earth in a daze. However, she had no desire to explore the forest and mountains in the cabin, and she did not have the courage to wander around in private.

By the time we arrived at the map point, it was already a month later.

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Fenglei Pavilion is located in Chaozhou.

An inconspicuous one among the state capitals on the long and narrow west coast, it is a first-class sect in itself.

The master of the pavilion, Feng Haochuan, is said to be a big shot at the pinnacle of Jindan. He is in charge of the state's cultivation world. He can turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain.

The local local snakes all respect him!

However, this force is relatively well-known within the state. In the neighboring state capitals, it is basically not very famous and is relatively safe and orderly.

The policy of the pavilion is to guard its own one-third of an acre of land, not to expand, not to cause trouble, not to conflict, and to focus on managing its own territory, so it has never experienced major turmoil.

There have been countless misfortunes that can be counted on one hand, but every time they have been saved by relying on the foundation of the founding of the sect, and they have survived to this day.

When Lin Shan was there and briefly inquired about the local cultivation world, it was unexpected that the person with the highest cultivation level in the entire sect was the sect master at the peak of the Golden Core!

Originally imagined,

The Zixiao Sect's abandoned disciple Ouyang Feng, a sect established by such geniuses, after thousands of years of development, should not be said to be a top sect, but at least have Nascent Soul Stage monks in charge.

I didn’t expect that it would only be one state that would dominate.

The things that gave him a headache suddenly became easier.

Since the other party is just an ordinary sect, then as a Nascent Soul Stage monk, there is no need to take any detours in overt and covert investigations.

Just go forward and worship the mountain openly.

"Dong~dong~dong~dong~dong~"

In the attic at the top of the cliff, a quaint big bell rang for the first time in nearly a century, and it rang five times in a row!

It represents the arrival of the Nascent Soul stage or the fifth level Demon King or above.

I saw streaks of escaping light flying out from the mountains and down the mountain. Five people stood in a row, facing the visitors from the sky together.

"Welcome to you, senior. Fenglei Pavilion is a little overdue. If you have any advice, please come into the pavilion and let me wait for your hospitality!"

The leader is a middle-aged man who is at the peak of the Golden Core and has gray hair on his temples. He speaks impeccably and is the master of the Fenglei Pavilion.

The other four people are all Jindan Zhenren, three men and one woman, all with old faces.

The disciples all over the mountain below were also alarmed by the battle, and they all came out to see what was going on.

I saw a white-shirted young man in the sky, with a little maid standing behind him. With the support of several senior officials, he entered the treasure pavilion on the top of the cliff, the symbol of their sect.

Now whispers arose, and everyone was talking.

"Who is this? Why does he look so unfamiliar?"

"I don't know, but the person who can greet our sect master and the four elders at the same time and call him senior must be a powerful person in the Nascent Soul stage!"

"Our sect has always been stubborn. Is there any Nascent Soul stage power that we have good relations with outside?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's a legacy from our ancestors. Don't forget that our pavilion also produced True Lord Nascent Soul back then!"

At this moment, a disciple appeared with hesitant eyes and asked around with uncertainty.

"Do you have any better eyesight? How do I see the visitor? He seems to be a teenager?"

"I was just about to say this too!"

"Oh, I saw it too. I was afraid that I was dazzled and didn't expect it to be the same!"

"Nascent Soul Stage...Young Man? Young Nascent Soul Stage???"

Many disciples touched their beards and were in disbelief and fell into self-doubt. How could they have heard of the rumors of the young Nascent Soul in this corner of the world?

In the attic.

The master of Fenglei Pavilion personally invited Lin Shan to the seat of honor and sat next to him. The four elders sat at the bottom of the stage to show their respect.

Although the location here is remote, the etiquette here is indeed thoughtful, and Lin Shan, who has been staying in Lu for a long time, can't fault it.

"Senior, you are here to make our pavilion shine! The last time someone from the Nascent Soul Stage visited me was two hundred years ago. At that time, I was still a little baby. My master, the previous pavilion master, personally received me.

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This pavilion master is very able to enliven the atmosphere, speaks immediately and is extremely attentive.

"My master was also in the Nascent Soul stage at that time. It is my generation's turn to lose face. I am not qualified to communicate with my seniors. It is really a pity."

Lin Shan heard what this guy said and he was also a wonderful person, so he asked out of curiosity.

"Oh? Your master is also a Nascent Soul Stage monk? Then he is now..."

Pavilion Master Feng Haochuan paused and let out a long sigh.

"The master has passed away, just two and a half years ago."

If you count on your fingers, one hundred and fifty years is not that long.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lin Shan asked tentatively:

"Who is your master, True Lord Fenglei Ouyang Feng?"

Feng Haochuan was a little surprised. He glanced at the elders below and found that they all looked confused. He suppressed his own doubts and answered his question first.

"No, Ouyang Feng is the founder of the sect, and his family mentor is Ouyang Shuo, the True Lord of Thunder Wind."

Seeing that Lin Shan didn't say anything, he continued to wait for him to continue, so he had no choice but to explain clearly the origin of the story.

"There are currently three pavilion masters in Fenglei Pavilion. They are Ouyang Feng, the founder of the sect, Ouyang Shuo, the second generation pavilion master, and I will be the third generation master."

"My master, Ouyang Shuo, was the adopted son of Patriarch Ouyang Feng. He inherited what the Patriarch had learned. Later, he broke through the Nascent Soul stage. In order to distinguish it from his master's name, the order was changed."

"The ancestor Feng Lei Zhenjun Feng, the family master Lei Feng Zhenjun Lei, both of them have wind and thunder double spiritual roots. They can be said to be geniuses among geniuses in the world of cultivation!"

"As for me..."

Feng Haochuan looked embarrassed. There was nothing he could do to lower his status in front of Lin Shan. He said frankly that although he was also the successor carefully selected by his master, he only had the second grade of wind and thunder double spiritual roots.

Of course, this qualification is unique and extremely rare!

In top sects, they are all considered top geniuses.

After Lin Shan heard this, he sighed involuntarily.

What he had originally planned was now all in vain. Unexpectedly, Fenglei Pavilion had already had two generations of people change, and the third generation was in power, and it was going downhill.

"Zhenjun Feng Lei and Zhenjun Lei Feng are both deceased. I still wanted to have some communication..."

Unexpectedly, Feng Haochuan heard what he said and explained in a low voice.

"My master, True Lord Lei Feng, has indeed passed away, but my ancestor, True Lord Feng Lei, has not yet. He just went missing four hundred years ago and has not returned yet."

"Oh? How do you know that Lord Fenglei is still alive!"

Lin Shan suddenly heard the news and straightened up from his chair.

Feng Haochuan was vaguely contradictory and complicated, but he did not hide anything and explained the whole story openly and openly.

"Because the soul lantern left by the ancestor is still shining in the ancestral hall, it means that the old man is not only alive and well, but also still in this world!"

The soul lamp records the traces of a person's life. It will not be extinguished unless he dies or crosses the border. Just like the old saying: A person dies like a lamp extinguished.

Of course, being lit does not necessarily mean safety. It may be possible to lose consciousness, fall asleep, be trapped, imprisoned, suppressed, etc.

But just because the soul lamp of Ouyang Feng, the first generation founder, is still on, Fenglei Pavilion is still confident in the world of cultivation. Facing the arrival of Yuanying monks, it is respectful but still vaguely graceful.

Lin Shan understood now.
To be continued...