Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 101: Revisiting the Old Haunts!

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Revisiting the Old Haunts!

With Wen Tingguang’s speed, it wasn’t long before the two left the boundaries of the Imperial City and sped toward the direction of the Immortal Trace Mountain Range.

Along the way, the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful.

Feeling differently than when he had arrived, this time Wen Tingguang was not in such a hurry to travel. Whenever they reached a city, he would even take Ling Feng to sample some of the local delicacies and fine wines.

Having Wen Tingguang accompanying him, Ling Feng was naturally not in a rush. This allowed him time to cultivate the "Xuanyuan True Technique" at night.

It had to be said that the "Xuanyuan True Technique" was indeed several levels higher than the "Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique."

After Ling Feng switched to cultivating the "Xuanyuan True Technique," he felt as though his realm had not changed, but the True Qi within his body seemed to have been condensed and compressed by more than tenfold. He used to be able to maintain the Carefree Sword Step for just half an hour, but now, even three hours seemed well within reach.

The Earth Rank Technique was truly extraordinary.

Wen Tingguang clearly noticed the change in Ling Feng and nodded silently to himself.

It was the first time he had seen anyone acclimate so quickly to a new cultivation technique after switching.

In a blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Wen Tingguang took Ling Feng along, controlling the wind at a speed neither fast nor slow, which was perfect for appreciating the magnificent and peculiar landscapes.

"Ling Feng, little brother, your cultivation speed is a bit exaggerated. You just switched to the ’Xuanyuan True Technique’ a couple of days ago, and today you’ve transformed all the True Qi in your body into Xuanyuan True Qi. You truly are gifted!" Wen Tingguang exclaimed as he grasped Ling Feng’s shoulder and measured him up for a long while.

"Maybe the ’Xuanyuan True Technique’ is just naturally more suitable for me," Ling Feng said with a sheepish smile, knowing that his daily use of the Human Dao Eye allowed him to absorb nature’s spiritual energy at a rate that surpassed an ordinary person’s month of cultivation in a single breath.

"By the way, where are we now?" Ling Feng changed the subject.

"Yunxi County. Feiliu City is not far ahead," Wen Tingguang laughed heartily and spiritedly said, "The Feiliu Spring Wine of Feiliu City is really good. Big brother will take you to experience it, shall we?"

Ling Feng shook his head with a smile; Wen Tingguang and his Master could probably become the best of friends if they were to meet.

"Let’s skip the wine. However, I do have a relative in Feiliu City. I’m not sure if he’s still there, but I’d like to go and see him."

Ling Feng felt a wave of nostalgia. He had started his journey from Feiliu City when an Outer Elder of the Wenxian Sect took him under his wing and set him on the path of martial arts.

He didn’t know if his grandfather, Ling Kun, would still be there.

Perhaps he continued to wander and practice medicine, but Ling Feng always harbored a sliver of hope that he might see Ling Kun again.

Though Ling Kun was not his biological grandfather, in his heart, he was the only relative Ling Feng had left.

"A relative?" Wen Tingguang paused, looking at Ling Feng with confusion.

"Yes, my grandfather."

"What... What?" Wen Tingguang shuddered, almost dropping them from the sky. Thankfully, he was very quick to react and managed to maintain their balance, but still, he looked at Ling Feng in astonishment, "The Medical Saint is still alive?"

"He’s not my biological grandfather, but an old servant who was with my grandfather. He raised me since I was little, so in my heart, he is just like a real grandfather to me."

"I see."

Wen Tingguang chuckled. If the Medical Saint were truly still alive, that news would be enough to shock the entire Sky White Empire, even the entire Eastern Spirit Domain.

The journey continued without conversation. About half an hour later, with Wen Tingguang’s speed, they landed steadily outside the gates of Feiliu City.

Revisiting the old place brought a flood of emotions.

Without a word, Ling Feng directly led Wen Tingguang to the inn where he and his grandfather had once lived. Calling over the server, he asked, "Excuse me, brother, do you remember an old man who stayed here over three months ago? He was a doctor named Ling Kun."

The inn’s waiter pondered for a moment, immediately nodding and saying, "Oh, I remember now, you’re talking about that Doctor Ling, right?"

"Yes," Ling Feng hurriedly nodded and said, "That’s him, I am his grandson. May I ask if that Doctor Ling is still staying at the inn?"

"That Doctor Ling, he left long ago!" the waiter shook his head and said, "Speaking of which, he still owes several days of unpaid rent. Since you’re his grandson, you’ll have to settle that for him!"

"He left?" A glimmer of loss flashed through Ling Feng’s eyes. "Did he say where he was going?"

"He left in such a hurry he didn’t even take his luggage with him!" the waiter frowned, complaining, "It was probably half a month ago, all of a sudden, there was no trace of him."

"Only left half a month ago?"

Ling Feng’s heart skipped a beat, thinking that since his grandfather had been staying here for so long, it showed that he actually wanted to stay in Feiliu City to wait for him, hoping one day, they could meet again.

But why did he leave so suddenly?

Could it be that he encountered some danger, or perhaps he had learned something?

For instance, news of his parents.

Ling Feng’s mind was somewhat in disarray, and Wen Tingguang saw Ling Feng in such a panic for the first time, reaching out to pat his shoulder and said calmly, "Kid, don’t worry just yet, it might just be a false alarm?"

Ling Feng took a deep breath and took out a stack of silver notes, slapping them onto the counter, "Can you take me to the room where my grandfather stayed?"

The waiter’s eyes went wide upon seeing the thick stack of silver notes, immediately nodding and saying, "Very well, no problem, Young Master, please follow me!"

Before long, the waiter led Ling Feng and his company to a relatively secluded and rather dilapidated old house, laughing dryly, "It seems that the old gentleman wasn’t very well off, hence he picked such an old house, hehe..."

"I see, can you please take out the luggage my grandfather left behind for me to examine?"

Perhaps there would be some clues left among those belongings.

"Hehe, Young Master, your grandfather’s luggage has been left in this very room, and no one has touched it," said the waiter with a beaming smile.

"Alright, you can go ahead with your work," Ling Feng said, taking a deep breath and pushing open the old door. Dust had settled on the furniture.

"Grandfather, where on earth did you go?"

Ling Feng felt a sense of urgency and began searching hastily around the room.

Maybe Ling Kun left something like a letter to provide some information.

"Hmm?"

It wasn’t long before Ling Feng halted in front of a dusty wooden table in the room.

Due to the layer of dust, he vaguely made out several fine holes.

Ling Feng’s brows furrowed slightly; he stooped down, blew the dust away, and passed his hand over the holes.

"It’s actually... Braille?"

Ling Feng’s pupils contracted, immediately realizing these must be a message his grandfather left for him.

Because he had been blind for a period and learned Braille, his grandfather used Braille to leave him a message.

A sense of relief momentarily weighed heavily in Ling Feng’s heart.

If his grandfather could leave a letter, it meant that at least he wasn’t in danger when he left, or else he wouldn’t have inscribed these complex and cumbersome Braille characters.

Ling Feng closed his eyes, carefully feeling around, silently reciting in his mind the writing etched on the table, which was unmistakably: Feng’er, flee!

In an instant, Ling Feng’s complexion drastically changed, his body turned ice-cold, as if he had plunged into an ice cellar!