Fishing the Myriad Heavens

Chapter 202: It\'s Snowing

Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu

Danxia Zi put away his work and poured a cup of tea for Bei Feng as the latter sat down across him.

This tea was brewed from a special homegrown tea tree from Mount Longhu. According to legends, the tea tree was brought here by the second generation abbot who found it in a forbidden land.

Only ninety-nine leaves could be harvested from it every year, and only the most esteemed guests would have the chance to enjoy it.

"Good tea!"

Bei Feng took a small sip and exclaimed. The fragrance of the tea spread through his mouth like the sweet musical echoes which remained whirling around the house rafters for three days after the performance had ended.

More importantly, a wave of clear energy rose out of his stomach and flowed to his brains, giving his mind a refreshing shot of clarity as soon as he gulped down the tea.

"Fellow Daoist, the people you wanted us to look for has been found. They should be arriving around noon," Danxia Zi rubbed his bald head and said somewhat absentmindedly. As he was in the process of handing over his duties, there were too many things vying for his attention, causing him to become somewhat stressed.

"Many thanks, where did you find them?" Bei Feng asked curiously.

"At a juvenile detention center, and the local prison."

Danxia Zi himself also didn\'t know if he should be laughing or crying when he first got the news. Without further delay, he began to tell Bei Feng the glorious tale of the three Mystics.

Back then, the three Mystics had charged into the local underground gang, as soon as they entered Lingxi city. They demanded that they help them look for some scammers, and stirred up quite a commotion doing so. But not only did they not find the scammers after a long period of time searching, they even clashed with the police officers.

By the time the police arrested the group, they were also at a loss of what to do. No matter how they thought, no one expected that the leader of that violent group was actually an 11, 12 year old girl!

But as much as they did not want to believe it, all the gangsters arrested had sworn that the three Mystics were the true leaders of the gang, even though they were all interrogated separately. In the end, all the crimes that the gang was charged with were all dumped onto the three Mystics\' heads.

Bei Feng was completely speechless at the wondrous adventures of the three Mystics. Wasn\'t Mystic Three supposed to be rather clever? Why were Mystic One and Mystic Two allowed to wreak havoc as they pleased?

But as he thought about it further, the answer was obvious. Mystic One was just a kid, and was not mature enough. Mystic Two was also rather slow-witted and reckless. And it just so happened that they were also more powerful than Mystic Three!

He could roughly imagine what happened. It wasn\'t that Mystic Three did not try to keep those two in line. Rather, he could not beat those two at all!

"If Fellow Daoist has no urgent matters to attend to, you should stay as a guest for a little longer. Tomorrow will be the ceremony for me to pass on the position as abbot."

Danxia Zi said with a light smile. The matter of the handover was almost finalized. Now that the heavy responsibility was finally taken off his shoulders, his heart was also much lighter.

At this time, Bei Feng finally looked at Danxia Zi seriously. The part about Danxia Zi that captured his attention was the obvious switch of his mental attitude, which could be seen on his countenance. His entire demeanor could be said to have changed completely!

In Bei Feng\'s perception, Danxia Zi\'s blood and Qi aura was fluctuating unceasingly, suddenly rising to the peak and suddenly falling to the lowest point.

"Congratulations Fellow Daoist! Your breakthrough to the Xiantian realm is imminent!"

Bei Feng clasped his hands and laughed joyfully.

"Haha, my eyes had really been veiled all these years! I always thought that I couldn\'t do without Mount Longhu. But after watching the two juniors—Nan Yang and Qian Jun—yesterday, I realized that even those two brats had already grown up! Now, it\'s also time for me to concentrate on my own martial path."

Danxia Zi sighed with emotion. Even the kids from the younger generation had caught up to his level without him noticing. He\'d truly spent a bit too much time floundering in the Evolved Jing stage.

Bei Feng smiled lightly in return, not saying anything. Danxia Zi could already be considered as one of the strongest Evolved Jing masters, and his foundations were incomparably solid. Although he had spent a long time in the Evolved Jing realm, he had also stabilized his foundations extremely well!

If he were to achieve a breakthrough to the Xiantian realm, he would definitely not be as simple as a normal initial stage Xiantian lord!

Without any exaggerations, one could say that there weren’t many people in the world with a foundation as stable as his!

After enjoying the cup of tea with Danxia Zi, Bei Feng returned to his residence and sat beside the lake, scattering fish feed as he watched the colorful fishes jostling for the food.

Actually, weren\'t martial cultivators the same as these fishes? The amount of natural resources in this world was extremely limited. If one wanted to be stronger than others and live more comfortably, they had to strive and jostle for it!

***

The weather this day was rather gloomy. A huge patch of dark cloud hung over the mountain and the chilly winds were howling and cutting like knives.

Unknowingly, huge patches of snow flakes as thick as a person\'s middle finger began to drop from the sky. Bei Feng remained seated silently amidst the snow as a formless barrier appeared around him. Strangely, all the snow falling towards Bei Feng would drift in another direction before it could touch him.

The snow fell heavier and heavier. Before long, not even the cries of animals or the chirpings of insects could be heard. At this time, a group of five was trudging up the mountain, against the direction of the wind.

"We\'re doomed this time."

The further up Mount Longhu they went, the more Mystic Three\'s heart pounded. He felt like his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, causing him to feel exceedingly nervous.

Not only had they not completed the task which the boss had set for them, they even needed the boss to clear up their mess for them. At this point, Mystic Three really didn\'t know how to face Bei Feng.

In contrast to Mystic Three\'s troubled feelings, Mystic One and Mystic Two were in much better spirits. They were pointing excitedly at their surroundings and chatting happily, as if they were here for sightseeing.

Seeing the smiles on the two idiots\' faces, Mystic Three could not help but rub his forehead as he nursed his throbbing headache. Sometimes, it was really better to be more simple-minded. At least one didn\'t need to bear with worries and pressures like him right now.

"Everyone, the Esteemed Lord is inside there. I\'ll take my leave first."

The two youths quickly turned and left as soon as they reached the gates to Bei Feng\'s residence.

Passing through a millennium on the passage of time, the manner which many of the younger generation Daoists used to communicate had also changed quite substantially. Their speech was more informal, and they only held on to a few core teachings and regulations.

"Ge-ji!"

The gate swung open noisily with a light push. Upon entering the yard, the three Mystics could make out a white-robed youth seated cross-legged serenely amidst the heavy snow.

"Boss, your subordinate was useless, and even had to trouble you to come over personally."

Mystic Three bowed until his back resembled a bow as he addressed Bei Feng respectfully. The snow and the wind blazed crazily around the yard, but beads of sweat still appeared on Mystic Three\'s forehead.

Even the slow-witted Mystic Two and the childish Mystic One could feel that something was amiss. They also hurried to stand beside Mystic Three, emulating his movements.

Bei Feng remained silent, as if he were asleep. He did not seem to have heard their words at all.

The more Bei Feng did not say anything, the less the three Mystics dared to utter a sound. As they stood timidly behind Bei Feng, the amount of snow accumulating on their bodies also became more copious.

Mystic Three knew that Bei Feng had definitely heard them. However, he was pretending otherwise so as to give them a warning.

Two hours passed, but Bei Feng did not exhibit any intentions to get up. The ground was already covered in a thick layer of snow, while the three Mystics resembled a group of snowmen.

The three\'s expressions were as pale as a sheet of paper, completely devoid of color. Their teeth were chattering furiously too as they strove to endure the cold. The three were at most equivalent to peak Light Jing martial artists, and were not at a point where they were impervious to the cold. The three were very close to their limits after three hours standing in the snow.

Finally, Bei Feng stood up unhurriedly. Within the five meter radius of where he had been seating, there was not even a single flake of snow!

Something like this could only be done by someone with great cultivation. Generally, Evolved Jing masters could be considered as having a certain degree of immunity towards the cold. Even if the weather was colder, they could still go out wearing a tank top and not feel cold!

Of course, there was no need to mention someone like Bei Feng who attained the Xiantian realm with his fleshly body. His blood and Qi were comparable to a dragon\'s!

As one often said: drop the coarse rope, and you\'ll incite them to bad karma.

"Sha sha!

Bei Feng walked lightly into the room, his shoes creating the slight dragging sound.

"Come in."

Bei Feng stepped through the door, halted his footsteps and called out in a cold voice, frostier than even the winter\'s snow.