Chapter 273: No Fortune in Misfortune

With Yu Feng’s eyesight, he couldn’t tell where the formation core was—it was Bai Hongtu who had told him the locations.

“Senior Sister, look. Isn’t it pretty?” Yu Feng brought the Heartlotus to Senior Sister Wu Lian’s courtyard and showed it to her.

“What a beautiful lotus flower. Is it for me?” When Senior Sister Wu Lian saw the Heartlotus, she smiled brightly, and the sight made Yu Feng’s heart thump wildly.

“It’s for you, Senior Sister.” Yu Feng handed it to her.

“Thank you.”

Witnessing this scene, Jiang Li boldly guessed that Yu Feng’s feelings for Senior Sister Wu Lian were probably more than just admiration.

As a senior, Wu Lian felt embarrassed accepting something from Yu Feng for free.

“Is there anything you want? Senior Sister will get it for you.”

Yu Feng’s eyes lit up. “Do you have a pill furnace? I want to learn alchemy.”

Yu Feng had always used a stove for alchemy. Though the results were the same as using a pill furnace, he couldn’t help but feel like a cook rather than an alchemist.

Jiang Li shook his head silently—too hung up on appearances. As a cultivator, you should be able to see through appearances to the essence. Whether it’s a stove or a pill furnace, anything that can refine pills is a good tool.

Just like him—he could fight with fists or the Desolate Heaven Halberd. He never cared about appearances; winning was what mattered.

“Speaking of which, shouldn’t I check in on the Desolate Heaven Halberd? I feel like I haven’t seen my weapon in a while.”

“Wait, let me see…” Wu Lian rummaged through her storage ring and pulled out a small pill furnace.

“I originally bought it to make sugar beans, but later realized I had no talent for it, so I gave up. I haven’t used it in ages. You can have it.” Wu Lian handed the pill furnace to Yu Feng.

Yu Feng quietly took note that Senior Sister liked sweets—something he hadn’t known before.

A great gain.

…

“Fourth Senior Brother, training again?”

Fourth Senior Brother was shirtless, practicing his punches under the sun. He hadn’t achieved much in the Dao of Talismans, so if he wanted to survive in the Tongu World, he needed to find another skill.

He chose martial arts.

He believed the body was fundamental—only with a strong body could one have the capital to survive.

But Yu Feng knew the real reason.

Fourth Senior Brother was a meticulous man who didn’t trust anyone—he only trusted himself.

He chose martial arts because it heightened his senses and reflexes.

Jiang Li noticed that even before Yu Feng walked up, Fourth Senior Brother had already sensed him through vibrations in the ground and sound, and had stopped to adjust his breath.

Because he trusted no one, he wanted to control everything himself.

Fourth Senior Brother was quite concerned about Yu Feng. He’d indirectly learned from Daoist Tongchen that Yu Feng cultivated a method to sense fortune and misfortune, and he was extremely intrigued.

He believed that if he mastered such a technique, he would be unbeatable.

He had to get it from Yu Feng.

“Senior Brother, do you know what a Ghostface Flower is?” Yu Feng scratched his head awkwardly and asked.

“Ghostface Flower?” Fourth Senior Brother repeated. He actually knew Fifth Brother had some but didn’t say so directly.

“Yeah, I found a pill recipe for enhancing the Spiritual Platform, but I’ve got no clue about this Ghostface Flower it lists.”

Enhancing the Spiritual Platform?

Fourth Senior Brother was moved. Only Nascent Soul cultivators could develop the Spiritual Platform. If one could do it early, that would be a massive opportunity.

“I haven’t told anyone else about this—just you, Fourth Senior Brother. Please don’t tell anyone,” Yu Feng said nervously.

“Relax. Your Fourth Senior Brother is the tightest-lipped man alive. Leave the Ghostface Flower to me.” Fourth Senior Brother patted his chest. He meant it—he’d never tell anyone else about something this valuable.

Best if Yu Feng didn’t even know.

And the only way to make sure he didn’t… Fourth Senior Brother’s murderous intent began to stir. But remembering he hadn’t gotten Yu Feng’s cultivation method yet, he held it back.

He thought it over. The matter of the pill was too important. Yu Feng hadn’t told their master or Wu Lian, but told someone he’d only met once?

He didn’t buy it.

“Looks like that Junior Brother’s method to avert misfortune might actually be real.”

He had doubted it before—how could such a miraculous technique exist? But now he was eighty percent convinced.

He could’ve killed him but didn’t—and there was no warning from the method. That was evidence.

…

“Should I prepare for a sneak attack from Fourth Senior Brother?” Yu Feng returned to his room, a little anxious.

Jiang Li had told him to fabricate a pill recipe and mention it to Fourth Senior Brother, so he’d unwittingly destroy Fifth Senior Brother’s spiritual plant formation.

Yu Feng’s extensive death experience told him this was risky—Fourth Senior Brother might kill to steal.

Jiang Li laughed. “No need. He won’t lay a hand on you until he gets your cultivation method.”

“Method?” At first Yu Feng thought he meant Seven Orifice Exquisite Heart, then realized—it was that fake method to predict fortune and misfortune.

“Not entirely fake. This kind of technique does exist.”

Yu Feng’s eyes lit up. It’s real?

“There’s a power in the Nine Provinces World called Tianji Tower. Their cultivation method can sense fortune and misfortune, and when facing danger… it might turn to fortune.”

Jiang Li was about to say it could definitely do so, but changed his wording at the last moment.

He remembered the Tower Master of Tianji Tower, Tianming Daoist, being ganged up on by four Tribulation Stage cultivators. He had sensed the great danger—but didn’t survive it.

“I’ve got the full technique right here, but I don’t recommend you learn it.”

“Why not?” Yu Feng didn’t understand. Wasn’t it perfect for him?

“You got hit by a meteor. You think you’d still be alive without me? Sensing misfortune doesn’t mean you can avoid it.”

Yu Feng thought about it—it was true. His luck was so bad he wouldn’t survive without dying a few times. Sensing danger would’ve been useless.

Only now that Jiang Li was with him, with divine sense covering a vast range and predicting danger, was he able to survive.

Without Jiang Li, he’d have died countless times already.

“Get ready to refine Nourishing Pills.”

Yu Feng was eager to try the pill furnace. But just as he lit the flame, he realized he had no idea how to use a pill furnace.

More precisely, he didn’t know how people in the Nine Provinces used them.

Awkward.

“Old Bai, help me contact the Chiwu Furnace… What are you doing?”

Jiang Li tried calling Bai Hongtu, only to find he was underground using Five-Element Tunneling, followed by Immortal Elder Changcun.

“I got inspired, thinking of setting up an ultimate formation across the Nine Provinces using spirit plants, with the Immortal Peach Tree as the core. I asked the people of Pure Land of the Mortal World—they rejected me outright. I even tried to go in, but they wouldn’t let me. No idea how you got in.”

“I figured I might as well talk to the Immortal Peach Tree directly. But Pure Land has a sect-protecting formation, so I thought I’d use Five-Element Tunneling to sneak in from below.”

“Elder…” Jiang Li stared silently at Immortal Elder Changcun behind him. This was the reliable old immortal?

Immortal Elder Changcun felt a chill under Jiang Li’s gaze and quickly explained, “I’m just tagging along with Hongtu to keep him out of trouble.”

Jiang Li thought, Like hell you are—you’re just thinking about Reddust Celestial again, trying to sneak in for a peek.

“Get out of there. Pure Land’s sect formation is spherical. It’s got defenses underground too. If you get caught, it’s Dao Sect’s name on the line.”

“Oh.”

The two of them returned, sulking.