Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1707 - 1806: Seemingly New

This feeling, Qin Feng had never experienced before. Clearly, only when the mental realm reaches a certain state of peace can one sense the aura between Heaven and Earth.

One evening, Qin Feng’s attitude seemed to change.

In the morning, everyone in the caravan woke up one by one to wash their clothes. At this time, the elder who had been sitting in the carriage got off, took a deep breath, then moved his limbs on a piece of open ground. Gradually, he engaged in various movements.

Qin Feng glanced over and was surprised. Although these movements lacked attack power, every motion could strengthen the body. If performed continuously, the effect would be even better.

After a while, the elder clenched his fist, exhaled a breath, then hesitated for a moment before walking towards Qin Feng.

Soon, the elder smiled and said, "Little brother, how did you rest last night?"

Qin Feng nodded slightly but did not speak.

The elder hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Brother, I wonder where you found the Liu Ye? It’s truly amazing." As he spoke, his eyes searched with curiosity.

Qin Feng said, "Picked it up by the roadside."

After thinking for a long while, the elder smiled wryly and said, "Young brother, you have good fortune!"

After chatting with Qin Feng several times, regardless of how he tried to hint, he couldn’t get the information he wanted from Qin Feng. The elder sighed and turned away.

If the truth be told, the elder’s forebears had plenty of mood adjustments. For a young man just starting his career, the elder’s insinuations might be useful, but for Qin Feng, they were ineffective.

As the team grew, Qin Feng gradually adjusted his mindset, slowly integrating himself among them. After a few days, the young maid often came to speak with Qin Feng; each time she spoke, her face would redden, and her eyes would show a strange light, leaving her unsure of what she was thinking.

Seeing the light in the girl’s eyes, Qin Feng smiled wryly. He wasn’t a fool, and now he understood.

"Hmph, just an ordinary maid. She doesn’t look in the mirror. This young lady sometimes sleeps with Brother Feng. It’s almost the same all night." Wu Junnan hummed coldly. He was in a bad mood.

"You." Qin Feng shook his head, "Why, do you like someone else’s young lady?"

"Hmph, I am Qin Feng’s good brother. In the future, I will become the Deputy Clan Leader of the Star Heaven Sect." Wu Junnan hummed coldly, "She’s a mortal, it’s her fortune that we’ve cultivated her for a few years."

Qin Feng laughed and said, "That young lady is indeed gentle. If you really like her, you can go."

"Seriously!" Wu Junnan’s eyes lit up.

Faced with the stern Qin Feng, the elder did not feel uncomfortable. With his hands behind his back, he looked up at the sky, his mouth filled with vicissitudes as he said, "You don’t need to know who I am, but I know how to guide you on the path of life’s journey."

Qin Feng’s eyes twinkled. His view of the elder was just an ordinary person, but the elder saw through his details with a glance. There is only one explanation for this kind of thing: the person’s cultivation is far beyond his, so Qin Feng could not see any hidden aspects.

But can infinite territory be far beyond him? Even He Lian could tell he was from Shen Zhou, when not even Qin Feng thought he was inferior!

"Then I would like to ask, how can I cultivate the path of life?" Qin Feng asked tentatively.

The elder glanced at Qin Feng and said, "When I’m old and hungry, I can’t remember anything. I know a good restaurant. Why don’t we talk over a meal?" After that, the elder added, licking his lips, with the sound of hunger emanating from his stomach.

"Brother Feng, don’t trust this old thing. Even I can see that he’s an old Liu Da." The chubby Wu Leng said coldly.

"Oh!" The elder said discontentedly, "Young boy, although you haven’t cultivated the Death Path, you are much more ruthless than him. You’re trying too hard to pretend.’

"Believe it or not, I’ll hit you!" Wu Junnan roared immediately.

"Fatty!" Qin Feng stopped Wu Junnan, glanced at the elder, and said, "I’m hungry too. Let’s go to the restaurant and get something to eat first."

"Haha, indeed." The elder laughed again.

Fushun Restaurant is one of the most luxurious restaurants in Dayuan City, and the elder walked in with his head held high.

Dining in the hall clearly did not enter the elder’s eyes. After entering the hall, he went straight into a single room. The second shopkeeper next to him noticed the elder and looked curiously at Qin Feng and Wu Junnan, who followed behind the elder, and immediately stepped forward to serve the elder.

Qin Feng frowned slightly. He couldn’t help but feel something was off.

The elder was clearly familiar with this restaurant. He ordered a large heap of dishes Qin Feng had never heard of before. The entire table was covered. The elder seemed not to have eaten for days, devouring the food like a whirlwind.

Qin Feng didn’t say a word and drank a pot of rice wine, occasionally casting cautious glances at the elder, while Wu Junnan sat at one side of the table, lacking any presence.

"Come on, I’m all ears." After eating for a while, Qin Feng finally spoke.

The elder grabbed an elbow piece of meat, took a big bite, and said, his face greasy, "It’s easy to say, easy to say. Let me finish this elbow first."

As the elder said, he swallowed the entire elbow in a few bites, then burped, wiped his hands on himself, and said, "What’s called Dao refers to thousands of ways, perceived differently by different people. Hence, this path needs to be understood by oneself, and the path of life is no different. Since you are here to understand life, it means you know your problems and possibly also know how to solve them, but the process still requires good guidance, I’ll be going to relieve myself first. I’ll continue talking to you when I return." Suddenly, the elder rubbed his belly and stood up painfully.

It seemed Qin Feng was worried about not going out, so when he stood up, he excreted waste with a loud fart. Suddenly, a foul odor spread throughout the room.

The elder smiled awkwardly and left in a hurry.

As Qin Feng waved his right hand, a gentle breeze suddenly swept through, dispelling the stench from the room. At the same time, his spiritual sense kept following this elder. He now really doubted the elder’s identity, because the Sky-reaching Path, not to mention the secular world, was something almost unknown to practitioners; it was impossible to see through his problems at a glance.

Amidst his doubt, Qin Feng’s eyes suddenly blinked, and he stood up. In his mind, he saw the elder leaving through the back door of the inn with an arrogant look. A few steps later, he disappeared into the crowd.

Qin Feng’s form flickered and vanished from the tavern. When he appeared again, he was outside. His eyes slightly squinted as he slowly followed the elder.

I saw the elder changing clothes after a while, chewing on a bit of meat with a small stick in his mouth for a long time, but he didn’t discard it; instead, he tucked it back into his mouth again.

Just as he was walking, the elder suddenly stopped and looked into the distance at a middle-aged man in a purple robe. His eyes were bright, and his mouth smiled as he quickly walked forward.

The middle-aged man seemed to notice, turned around, frowned at the elder, and then ignored him again.

At this moment, the elder suddenly shouted loudly, "Little brother, I see your forehead is black in the printing hall, and also your back is black. I am Afra.

With the passage of time, Qin Feng’s artwork never ceased. Only when he got tired would he pause for a moment to contemplate.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed, and compared to a month ago, the items in Qin Feng’s shop had increased significantly. On the walls around the shop, there were vivid paintings. There were men, women, old and young, in various poses.

The characters in these paintings were people Qin Feng had encountered before; most were deceased, including Wei Yang, Sha Shiyi, Yang Xiaojiang, Lan Dantai Zikang, and even Kang Jianfeng Hei San, Huang Fu, Qu Mo. Now, Qin Feng had revived these people in different ways.

Since the beginning of January, no one had visited Qin Feng’s shop, but Qin Feng didn’t mind. He was immersed in painting, and even his cultivation had come to a halt.