Feng Yi and his companions walked slowly towards the northern border. During the journey, they received greetings from Fengyu and Fengxue. Naturally, they brought Li Tong's news. Then Feng Yi asked Li Tong to stay in the Feng family and secretly collect some information. Is the Feng family really as simple as it seems?

The other factions within the family would just let him ascend to the position of Young Patriarch? After years of planning, they gave up in one day. Not to mention that everything was for the Feng family, that would be too childish. Feng Yi was not that stupid.

As for Long Wan'er, the demon clan, and Feng Su, all the faults were put on Long Wan'er based on Feng Su's one-sided statement. How credible is this?

Demons, demonic energy, how did Feng Su practice some kind of magic that generated demonic energy in his body? This technique was really strange. Feng Su was vague about it, so Feng Yi and Ye Ming discussed it privately and told his uncle Feng Xue about it, asking him to be more careful.

As for his uncle Feng Yu, forget about it. Feng Yi was afraid that he would rush to the door of the Great Elder and ask him to give him an explanation.

Then when Ye Ming's father showed up, Ye Ming told his father about this matter. When it comes to scheming, Ye Ming has never seen anyone more powerful than his father. If he hadn't been thinking about those conspiracies and tricks every day, maybe his cultivation speed would have improved a long time ago!

After secretly arranging all the Feng family's affairs, Feng Yi felt relieved to go north, because he had a strong premonition that he would definitely receive many surprises by going to the northern border!

After thinking for a while, Feng Yi began to read the content of the message. Feng Yi had already imagined Uncle Fengyu's furious look, and Uncle Fengxue's secretly worried look, while trying to persuade Fengyu not to be angry and holding his forehead with a wry smile.

I sent a message to my two uncles, letting them know that Ye Ming and Xiao Mo were there. Only then did they feel a little relieved. Then Feng Yu sent a message saying that I didn't expect Ye Ming's father to be so powerful. He could actually be a Taoist partner with Ming Tianxi and even integrate independent cultivators. He is really a great man! Then he said a lot of things.

Uncle Fengxue told Feng Yi some things he needed to pay attention to when going to the northern border. When he learned that Huan Ya and his wife gave him and Ye Ming clothes made of shed skin, Ye closed his mouth and told them to be careful, and there was no news from him since then.

So Feng Yi and his party came to the pass leading to the northern border, Beishan City. After passing this city and a few mountains, they arrived at the northern border. Although there were far fewer cultivators here than in the center of the continent, any cultivator who came out of the northern border was absolutely ruthless and would kill without blinking an eye.

Feng Yi and Ye Ming had already changed into the clothes given to them by Huan Ya. Xiao Mo was wearing the dark blue clothes given to her by her mother, while Xiao Huan was wearing red clothes. Feng Yi held Xiao Mo and Ye Ming held Xiao Huan, and the four of them entered Beishan City.

As soon as he entered the city, Feng Yi felt countless gazes coming towards him and his group, most of which were malicious.

One of the men with sinister eyes looked at Feng Yi with a smile on his lips. He was a stranger, handsome, and in the early stage of Spirit Emperor. He had the scent of medicine on him and looked like he might be an alchemist. What a good commodity.

He had already considered countless possibilities in his mind, and suddenly felt two pairs of eyes staring at him. The man looked up and saw that it was the boy next to that person. The look in his eyes and the aura made it seem like he had some tricks up his sleeve.

The other gaze was directed at the little boy in the man's arms, his pupils fixed fiercely on him. It was a spirit snake! A spirit snake in the early stage of the Spirit Emperor, still in its juvenile form! There were only a few of them in the entire Cangxuan Continent!

Hoo! Tough guys, retreat!

As soon as the man made a gesture, it seemed that many people disappeared from the area around him. Feng Yi also felt that the feeling of being watched was instantly reduced a lot. He sighed inwardly, wondering if he really looked so harmless?

Or should I wear a mask when I go out next time?

Feng Yi was daydreaming when he suddenly smelled a fragrance that he had never smelled before. He looked at Ye Ming, who nodded, and then the few of them walked towards the source of the fragrance.

They didn't notice how strange the looks the people behind them gave them were, a mixture of fear and gloating.

Someone whispered, "They actually went to the old blind man's stall. They really don't want to lose their lives!"

"There are a few every year, get ready to pick up the bodies!"

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Walking into the alley, there was an old man setting up a small stall, cooking a pot of soup of unknown origin. There was only a table and a few small stools around.

Feng Yi sniffed carefully and detected the scents of many spiritual plants and beasts, though there seemed to be some he couldn't distinguish. So he sat on a stool and said to the old man, "Old man, how much is this soup?"

The old man turned around, his pale eyes slightly tilted upwards, his face crisscrossed with scars, making him look hideous. He said in a hoarse voice, "My soup is expensive. You can't afford it. Go away."

Feng Yi asked curiously, "I know your soup is expensive, but you didn't even quote a price. How do you know I can't afford it?"

The old man's eyes should have been blind, but he still glanced at Feng Yi, then he murmured something in a low voice, but Feng Yi didn't hear it clearly. When he spoke again, he said, "Maybe you can afford it."

"Then how many spirit stones are there?" Feng Yi asked again.

"I don't want spirit stones, I just want you to do one thing for me." said the old man.

"What's the matter? If you don't tell me, I dare not drink. What if you let me die? I will suffer a great loss!" Feng Yi said with a smile.

"Hahahaha, you're quite an interesting guy. I want you to go to the North to get something for me. As long as you go, whether you succeed or not, I will give you something else to thank you."

After the old man finished speaking, he brought the soup to the table, but there were only three bowls. Then he said to Xiao Huan, "You have no physical form, don't waste my soup."

Xiao Huan was about to ask why he didn't give it to himself, but suddenly stopped. Humph! Although I don't have a physical body, I can taste it and tell if it tastes good! This soup looks delicious!

Feng Yi and Ye Ming exchanged a glance. "Drink! What's there to be afraid of?! We have to go to the Northern Territory anyway!" As for the soup being problematic? What a joke! Xiao Mo was right beside them. He'd have spotted the problem right away! Then, the two began to drink the soup. It was indeed delicious!

As for Xiao Mo, seeing Xiao Huan staring at the soup eagerly, he pushed the bowl towards her and drank with her. Xiao Huan immediately smiled, but she knew that the soup was precious, so she only tasted one mouthful and gave up.

Just as they were enjoying their drink, a slightly surprised voice rang out from behind: "Feng Yi, why are you here?"

Feng Yi turned around and didn't recognize who it was at first glance. After a closer look, his eyes widened in surprise. It was him? Why was he here?