Two Worlds: The Demon Cultivator Mistakenly Enters the Lord's World

Chapter 60 A Feast for Fellow Enthusiasts, Brother Lu, you know me!

After inspecting the situation at Xuan Yin Temple, Lu Fengfei sent a message to Feng Yingzi, stating that he would be visiting Wushan in the future.

Unfortunately, Feng Yingzi has been busy these days and is not in Wushan. It was Lei Laohu who replied to Lu Feng's letter.

He will draw the land breeze into the mountains.

After agreeing on a date with Lei Laohu, Lu Feng packed the three skeleton captains into a troop-hiding bag and carried it with him, just in case.

He then mounted a skeleton captain and headed towards Mist Mountain.

Lu Feng is only in the mid-stage of Qi Refining and has no flying artifact. The Light Boots can increase speed, but they also consume his own mana.

Why not have the Skeleton Captain wear the Boots of Lightness and carry him at breakneck speed?

Although it is somewhat unseemly, it can prevent the consumption of magical power and keep one in a fully functional state at all times to deal with unforeseen circumstances.

Wushan is located on the north side of Dongping County. It can be seen from Xuanyin Temple, but as the saying goes, "looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," and the actual journey is still more than a hundred miles away.

Captain Skeleton, wearing nimble boots, was quite fast, but it still took Lu Feng more than half an hour to reach the foot of Mist Mountain.

Looking up,

The misty mountain is over a thousand feet high and is shrouded in gray mist all year round. At the mountainside, the mist surges and churns like a living thing, sometimes condensing into the shape of a winding mirage dragon, and sometimes transforming into a vast milky white ocean.

The undulating mountains appear and disappear amidst the flowing mist, resembling a celestial realm.

"Wow!"

A whistle blew, echoing through the misty mountains. Upon hearing the whistle, the Thunder Tiger on the mountain hurriedly descended.

"Master Lu!"

Before Lei Laohu even arrived, his gruff voice had already reached Lu Feng's ears.

Descending the mountain, it moved with lightning speed, like a thunderous tiger charging, dispersing the mist.

Lei Laohu, true to his name, does indeed have the bearing of a tiger.

When they met at the foot of the mountain, Lei Laohu greeted Lu Feng with a broad smile.

"Master Lu, please follow me. There is a fog-locking formation set up by the mountain lord on this mountain. We need to use the talisman given by the mountain lord as a guide to find our way and successfully ascend the mountain!"

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Lei Laohu, holding a talisman, walked ahead to guide Lu Feng.

Lu Feng was also aware of this elusive fog formation.

It was set up by the master of Wushan Mountain, taking advantage of the terrain of Wushan, and has the effect of bewitching and locking enemies.

It cannot be broken by anyone who is not a person with strong spiritual sense or skilled in wind magic.

Guided by the talisman, the fog and haze dissipated along the way, revealing a neat and flat stone path that led to the mountainside of Fog Mountain, the place where fellow cultivators of Fog Mountain resided.

The Wushan comrades built a hut here and lived in a small group of seven, including Feng Yingzi and Lei Laohu.

There are simple thatched huts as well as tiled and wooden houses, each with its own characteristics, depending entirely on personal preference.

Upon hearing that Lu Feng had arrived, the other five people came out of the house to greet him.

"Friend Lu Dao!"

The leader, with his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, stood tall and straight, carrying a long sword on his back, exuding a fierce aura. He bowed respectfully.

This person's name is Yao Chengfeng. He is a sword cultivator with a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation level and is particularly skilled in combat.

He had a good relationship with Lu Feng and had stayed at the Xuan Yin Temple for a long time, freeloading off the villagers.

"Master Lu!"

Beside him was a middle-aged couple; the man was honest and kind, and often carried a bamboo basket filled with seedlings of medicinal plants.

The woman was old and frail, with a seven-hole gourd hanging from her waist. Both of them had grass juice or medicinal powder on their clothes, and their bodies were surrounded by a faint scent of mugwort.

The man's name was Miao Yi, and his courtesy name was Qinghe Sou; the woman's name was Chen Wujun, and her courtesy name was Baicao Ao.

Both were at the early stage of Qi Refining. Miao Yi was skilled in planting herbs and trees, while Chen Wujun was an expert in pharmacology and was quite well-known in the vicinity of Misty Mountain. "Senior Lu!"

The remaining two were young men who had only been in the misty mountains for a short time.

One was named Xu Jie, who was skilled in water-based techniques, and the other was named Liao Dong, who was skilled in earth-based techniques. Both were in the early stages of Qi Refining, just beginning their training.

"Fellow Daoists!"

Lu Feng greeted each of his fellow travelers from Wushan with a few pleasantries.

Led by Yao Chenfeng, they arrived at a courtyard specifically for receiving guests, where everyone took their seats.

The table was already set with bowls of steaming food; Wushan had prepared a lot for Lu Feng's arrival.

"These are all medicinal dishes that Fellow Daoist Chen cooked this morning. They are all nourishing delicacies that are rarely seen in the past. Today, we are fortunate to have them thanks to Brother Lu!"

Yao Chenfeng tugged at Lu Feng's sleeve and introduced him with a smile.

Xu Jie and Liao Dong went ahead to hunt prey, Miao Yi prepared medicinal herbs, and Lei Laohu and Yao Chengfeng each contributed a portion of spiritual materials.

Chef Chen Wujun prepared this table of medicinal dishes.

"Not at all, not at all. This is just ordinary food. Abbot Lu saved my husband and me in the past, and we have no way to repay him. This little food is just a token of our gratitude!"

Chen Wujun dared not take credit and waved his hand with a smile.

Lu Feng sensed the sincerity of his fellow Daoists from the food on the table. He also took out a jar of water from the Moon Well from his pocket and said with a smile:
"Good food deserves good wine! However, I don't usually drink much, so today I'll bring you some well water imbued with the power of moonlight!"

When the jar was opened wide, the moonlight from the Moon Well wafted out, and everyone who heard it was invigorated.

"This is the liquid that Feng Yingzi got from Abbot Lu last time. That kid treasured it like it was something special, he was so stingy."

"They wouldn't even let us have a taste, they only sold some to the mountain lord. Today we can finally taste it!"

"Brother Lu is truly magnanimous!"

The bowls were filled with water from the Moon Well, and everyone tasted it and praised it highly.

It is clear, sweet, warm, and gentle. The moonlight in the water seeps into the body, nourishing the flesh and repairing damage, making the body feel relaxed.

"Everyone, drink as much as you like! I still have some left. Since we're all gathered here today, let's eat and drink well!"

Lu Feng greeted him with a broad smile.

The medicinal food was consumed, and its effects permeated the body. The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively, and everyone was all smiles.

After the entire table of medicinal cuisine had been consumed by everyone.

Lu Feng and Yao Chengfeng remained calm, while Miao Yi, Chen Wujun, and Lei Laohu had slightly flushed faces.

Xu Jie and Liao Dong, however, were less capable. The effects of the drug made their faces flushed, and they felt dizzy, as if they were drunk.

The difference in strength is obvious.

After enjoying a hearty meal and drinks, and chatting about everyday matters, Lu Feng revealed his purpose and inquired about the methods of exorcising ghosts among the fellow practitioners of Wushan.

Lu Feng looked at Yao Chengfeng, the strongest person beside him. Yao Chengfeng looked around awkwardly and said:
“Brother Lu, you know me! I am a sword cultivator, and all my cultivation is entrusted to my Long Wind Sword. If I encounter any fierce ghosts or demons, I always cut them down with a single sword strike. If I can win, I kill; if I can't, I run!”

Sword cultivators have always believed in breaking through all techniques with a single sword strike. Unless one also switches to sword cultivation and refines a magic weapon-level sword, one cannot learn it even if one wants to.

Lu Feng then looked at Lei Laohu beside him. Lei Laohu thought for a moment and said:

“Fellow Daoist Lu, you know me. The martial arts I practice are used to fight against Yin ghosts by relying on my blood, yang energy, and the will of a fierce tiger.”

"Without a certain level of martial arts cultivation, this method is difficult to use. However, I do know a martial arts technique called Pure Yang Lion's Roar, which uses the power of yang energy sound waves to disperse yin ghosts."

"This method can be taught to fellow Daoists, but it is quite difficult to learn and can easily damage the throat. I haven't mastered it yet."

Upon hearing this method, Lu Feng's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)