Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1708 - 1807: Spirit and Consciousness

Aside from the treasures in the shop, even if they were stupid, they suddenly understood that the person in front of them had to be a Senior of the fourth realm, far beyond the two of them.

They looked at him and respectfully said in a low voice, "Farewell, elder. I am a Purple Jade Sect Disciple. I was very rude today. I hope you can forgive me."

"Four hundred and fifty taels of gold, do you have it?" Qin Feng said softly.

They looked at each other. As Cultivators, if it were Spirit Stones, they still had some, but right now, in this mortal world, they didn’t have that much gold or silver on them. Of course, if they were allowed to return and prepare, then not to mention four thousand, even forty thousand, they could take out.

Qin Feng saw their thoughts and sighed. When he lifted his right hand, the space rings at their waists were drawn into his grasp. He gently rubbed them, and the Doctor’s face suddenly flushed red. He staggered back a few steps and swallowed down a mouthful of blood.

In his eyes, the color of respect grew even stronger. With a single rub, Qin Feng had already erased his Divine Intent.

With a light shake, all the paintings inside flew out one by one and landed on their original spots on the surrounding shelves without the slightest error, as if they had never been moved.

"Go back. Next time you come, bring enough gold." Qin Feng said. His right hand made a casual wave, and that space ring instantly flew back into the Cultivator’s hand. Then, the two of them were pushed by a mighty force all the way to the shop’s entrance.

At the instant they hit the door, the shop door suddenly opened. The two were shoved out, and then the door closed behind them.

In the book of fate, more than ten miles away, the two Cultivators finally stabilized their bodies, their eyes filled with an indescribable terror and dread. In their view, the young man in the shop possessed unfathomable cultivation.

The two of them were utterly silent. They secretly muttered prayers for protection, glanced at each other, then hurried away. They were two Cultivators from the Royal Mansion.

They had seen that the painting was extraordinary. After making inquiries, they found Xu Tao, who was out enjoying himself, and had rushed over here in the middle of the night. Having just gone through that scene, the two of them were so terrified their nerves were nearly shattered; they didn’t dare even think about that shop.

"Junior Brother, this matter is of great importance. Report it to the Clan as soon as possible," one of them said, still trembling with fear.

"Senior Brother is absolutely right!" the other said. Their Purple Jade Sect was the foremost Sect for tens of thousands of miles around this area, truly living up to its name. There were more than a dozen experts at True Essence River level. The upper echelons would certainly be interested in this.

In fact, they were very lucky. If this had been Qin Feng just back from Tianfeng Mountain a year ago, still under the influence of the Path of Death, with that heavy sense of slaughter in his heart, then besides death, they would have had no other outcome. But now, Qin Feng had spared them.

That was their good fortune.

Qin Feng sat in the shop, took a sip of wine, and murmured, "This year, though the Death Dao still far surpasses the Life Dao, my heart has already changed." He smiled, turned around, went back to the rear room, and lay down on the bed.

Time passed quickly; half a month went by. The weather grew colder and colder. Snow fell outside.

Wu Junnan’s depressed Spirit seemed to have vented itself and was gradually returning to calm. Although he was still unwilling in his heart, at least he had faced reality. He was slowly pulling himself out of his past shadows. He also began to try to truly calm down and paint with Qin Feng.

"Brother Feng, can you let me go back now?" Wu Junnan put down his brush and asked earnestly.

Qin Feng looked at his painting. It was an Immortal Realm shrouded in mist. Two men and one woman sat side by side on a large boulder, gazing at the Fairy Palace across the way. Bai Yun lay over the flowing water and every mountain stream. It was very beautiful. The three faces were full of innocent, contented smiles.

Qin Feng knew that was the fringe of Fire Origin Peak’s Red Sun Hall. He and the fat Tiantian used to often look over at it across from Water Source Peak, teasing each other. — Though the fat one’s painting was a bit clumsy, Qin Feng could feel the emotion in it.

Wu Junnan added, "You know, I’ve never had much ambition. As long as I can avoid being bullied, eat and drink well, that’s enough. Best of all if there’s some pretty girl who chases after me. Now you’re strong, and Star Heaven Sect is strong as well. Even if I wanted to fight for something, I no longer have the ability. Let me go back and enjoy the rest of my life."

Qin Feng looked at Wu Junnan. "The ordinary life here is filled with tranquility and great Wisdom. Do you really want to hide away with me in seclusion?"

Wu Junnan said, "I know Brother Feng has secluded himself here to cultivate, but I’ve completely disrupted your cultivation rhythm. Like this, I’m unhappy, and I’m holding you back too. What’s the point?"

Qin Feng fell silent. To be honest, Wu Junnan was right. He wanted to.

Time was tight. The fat one had left two years ago. This year was Qin Feng’s third year in Dayuan City.

Hu was getting taller and sturdier. He also had a few neighbor kids around him. The owner of the Kong Castle workshop had died of illness, and the shop had been handed over by the shopkeeper to someone else to run.

Hu’s parents’ faces gradually showed fine wrinkles. Though they were still young, they could not withstand the baptism of years.

It was worth mentioning that over the past two years, the neighbors around had grown more and more familiar with Qin Feng, and quite a few had come to him to propose marriage alliances. He didn’t know if, after that fat one left, the neighbors felt more at ease. But each time, Qin Feng politely declined.

The second son of Xu Dian had also married a wife and had a chubby child. When Xu Tao returned, he respectfully came to Qin Feng, delivered one hundred taels of gold, and said that His Highness was very filial.

In fact, over the past two years, every New Year’s, Xu Tao would bring a lot of Gold over. Qin Feng did not refuse.

In these two years, Qin Feng had experienced birth, aging, sickness, and death. Though he had personally witnessed countless deaths and many suicides, his sense of death had never been so intense.

In the past two years, he had never once entered meditation or touched his sword. He had hardly paid attention to his cultivation at all. It had been a long time since he last looked inward.

In those two years, those two Practitioners had come here once. After offering up a great deal of gold and silver, they respectfully took away three paintings. They did not know Qin Feng’s identity. The Purple Jade Sect Leader knew how to judge the situation and did not dare mention this to anyone, and never came again after that.

In the past two years, Qin Feng’s shop in the West City of Dayuan gradually became known. Though the number of customers was not large, it was much better than in the first year when almost no one came.

However, most of the people who came to the shop were not ordinary folk, but Practitioners. Basically, eight or nine out of ten were Practitioners.

Every Practitioner came here to buy "mortal gold-and-silver paintings." Over these two years, many paintings had been sold. Qin Feng had accumulated a whole rack of gold and silver.

In the West City of Dayuan City, people found it somewhat odd. Yet in the cultivation world, the place gradually became famous.

Qin Feng remained always calm and unchanged. What he sought was the human heart, the experience of a human life, a sense of Heaven’s Reincarnation. The shop was merely a tool for him to comprehend Heaven. The paintings as well.

At this time, seeing the year’s end approaching, Qin Feng walked out from the shop and sat at the doorway, watching the passersby outside. In his eyes, there was a deep sense of recollection.

This was the third year he had spent in Dayuan City. Each time, his feelings were different, but one thing was constant: his feeling toward childhood.

In the smithy directly across from the shop, Hu soon came out, holding some fireworks in his hands, excitedly playing with them. Seeing Hu, a trace of joy flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes. This child had practically grown up over the past three years, from eleven to fourteen.

Last year, Hu could no longer endure his father’s nagging and started to learn the craft of forging iron tools. Even so, whenever he had free time, he would still come over to Qin Feng’s place to look at his paintings.

Although Hu didn’t come often, a pot of fruit wine every day had never once been missed.

After setting off the fireworks, Hu shouted as he ran over to Qin Feng. He sat down on the cold wooden bench beside him, not feeling the chill at all. Instead, he frowned and said, "Uncle Qin, a few days ago I heard from my father that Manager Lv from the East wants to marry his daughter to you. Why didn’t you agree? I secretly went to see his daughter. She’s really nice."

Qin Feng smiled, rubbed Hu’s head, and said, "Uncle already has a wife."

"Ah? Really? Then why have I never seen her?" Hu jumped up in surprise.