Rapidnovel This Clone isn’t your Golden Finger 6
This Clone isn’t your Golden Finger 6
This Clone isn’t your Golden Finger 6
Bam!
Fenghua slammed the third black iron gates open. This gate required Fenghua to use strength at the Core Formation Realm. Logically, Fenghua should not have tapped into this level of power because it would delay her recovery, but she was just too curious as to what was hidden in the center of the building.
The core room of Allfist Temple wasn’t what Fenghua had expected, much to her disappointment. She had expected to see a statue of the famed Ancestor Allfist. If she did, she would say, “What an arrogant little soul nourishing grandmaster, let’s fix that!” and then vandalize it.
Instead, it was a small, boxed room with an incense burner in front of a scroll with the words “Martial Dao” written in calligraphy. To her surprise, when Fenghua unleashed her spiritual sense, she could detect a hidden formation that would only activate if the person who entered was still in the Body Transformation Realm and not Acupoint Opening Realm or its equivalent.
So, there is a secret inheritance. Fenghua thought as she narrowed her eyes. Just that the requirement is a bit too harsh for the cultivators of this lower realm, so no one has been able to receive it yet.
The reason Fenghua could detect the formation was that her spiritual sense was stronger than others due to being a spiritual cultivator instead of a martial cultivator. That was not to say acupoint opening masters couldn’t detect the formation, just that they’d have to be mid or peak acupoint opening masters.
Fenghua could bypass the formation and directly bring out the inheritance, but where would be the fun in that? Compared to that, she’d rather have Leng Junfeng attain Acupoint Opening Realm strength while still in the Body Transformation Realm. Plus, there was an acupoint opening master secretly observing her.
Although she did have a slight interest in what the inheritance was. Ancestor Allfist most likely didn’t comprehend a martial cultivation technique by himself and instead had a fortuitous encounter.
Fenghua had numerous reasons to believe that, with the prime reason being that the martial cultivation methods of the Allfist Realm were too systemic for a lower realm that had only embarked on cultivation for less than three hundred thousand years. Sure it was not as refined as the Huang Realm’s method, but it was something that would still require millions of years of accumulation. Why else would the names of the realms and stages in martial cultivation be the same?
She found it hard to believe that Ancestor Allfist could have done all that by himself.
Judging by the origin of the Divine Wind Fist, Ancestor Allfist most likely received the shattered inheritance of divinity from the primordial era or an immortal who had acquired the technique and for some reason fell to the Allfist Realm. So if Ancestor Allfist bestowed the Divine Wind Fist to one of his students, Fenghua wondered what he would leave behind in his secret inheritance.
“Since I’m here, I might as well burn some incense,” Fenghua muttered. Moving her tails, she dexterously grabbed one of the incense sticks and placed it in the burner before lighting it with her Primogenitor Fire born of her will.
The ember that briefly appeared to light the incense had a bizarre enticement. If a mortal were to have seen it, they would have fallen in love with the fire as if it was someone of the opposite or same gender, being willing to be consumed akin to moths to a flame.
Once Fenghua left, a sigh of relief could be heard echoing in the chamber. “What is the identity of that fox?”
“Someone who fell from the immortal realm.”
The owner of the unknown voice jumped in shock, not expecting a reply. Not to mention the reply wasn’t carried by air but by spiritual sense, spooking him greatly. “It’s you? Is it you?”
However, no matter how many times the acupoint opening master asked, there was no reply.
When Fenghua walked out of the Allfist Temple, she jumped onto Leng Junfeng’s shoulder and said, “Let’s go back.”
Leng Junfeng wasn’t surprised by the words appearing in his mind. Fenghua pretended to be a rather clever fox in front of outsiders, so she would never deliberately speak unless they were alone.
When Leng Junfeng returned to the mansion assigned to him, news of what happened had already spread throughout the influential forces stationed in Luoyang. Naturally, this included Shanxi House.
Fan Chunli tapped his fingers on the armrest as he digested the information brought to him by his subordinate. It seems that we underestimate the background of that youngster.
Unknown to the old grandmaster’s musing, Leng Junfeng quietly waited for the auction to start. Only after a few minutes after all the space was filled did the auction start.
What’s with auction houses and using seductive beauties as the announcer? Fenghua thought, recalling the auction her main body, Xi Tianyi, had attended when he was still a foundation establishment disciple.
Fenghua originally had some interest in the auction, but she soon grew bored and yawned. The items up for auction certainly sounded impressive, but to Fenghua’s keen senses, they could not even compare to a speck of what was currently in her spatial ring.
True, she was at least a hundred times poorer than when she was in the Huang Realm, but she hadn’t become that destitute. Leng Junfeng, on the other hand...
“Teacher, Teacher! They are selling Cloud Invigorating Herb! If I use it, I’ll be able to increase my cultivation speed by at least two times. Should I buy it?” Leng Junfeng asked, his voice revealing his want.
If Fenghua were to nod, Leng Junfeng would undoubtedly buy it without a second thought. All he needed was confirmation.
“That trash?” Fenghua snorted and turned her head away. She curled up even more on the cushion she was lying on. “If you weren’t cultivating the Wood Book, then it might have been useful, but since you are, the effects are effectively nonexistent. Until you reach the peak of the Body Transformation Realm, you won’t need resources to cultivate your body like other people. Or rather, your spiritual cultivation is the best resource.”
“Oh?” Leng Junfeng quieted down and silently watched as the items were brought up on stage, one at a time, and auctioned off to the highest bidder.
“Master, what do you think about buying a weapon? I heard that unarmed cultivators have a harder time than armed ones. What weapons do you think would suit me?” Leng Junfeng asked, excitement tinging his words once more.
“Weapons? Do you know how to use a weapon besides swinging it?”
“No,”
“Then do you have any arts that deal in weapons?”
“No, but I might in the future...”
“Then buy one after you get a manual. Otherwise, you’d just be wasting money if you buy the wrong weapon. Sheesh, it’s like you just want to spend money.” Fenghua muttered the last part, but it was still loud enough for Leng Junfeng to hear.
Leng Junfeng looked away guiltily. When he was still the young master of the Leng Clan, his father always gave him plenty of allowances. It was to the point that whenever he received money, he would spend it all in one go.
Now that he had money on hand and saw all these valuable items, his old habits were acting up again. His hands were itching to buy some of them. No, Junfeng, you can’t. Once you use up the current money you have on hand, you don’t know when you will be able to earn it back.
What if you need to use money in the future but have none because you spent it all?
Persevere! Father and Mother are no longer here to protect you. You can’t be foolish forever.
As soon as Leng Junfeng thought that, he became depressed. I should find some time to burn some incense for them.
After that little episode, Leng Junfeng no longer had the desire to splurge. Instead, he focused seriously on the auction, analyzing the items to see if he would have a need for them. While he was doing this, he heard a familiar voice.
“Father, Father, buy that for me. I want it.”
A voice that could be described as lively and cute could be heard from the second floor. Among all the numerous voices originating from there, it was just one of many, but Leng Junfeng’s ears zeroed in on that voice.
“Meilan?” Leng Junfeng muttered as he peered at the second floor.