Apprentice +02

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Qingniu Sect residence.

"When will I finally be free and unfettered!"

Yi Feng picked up the kettle and poured hot water over the tea leaves. The soaked tea leaves opened up and gave off a faint, delicate fragrance.

Little Wu and Wu Tao sat nearby.

While pouring tea for them, Yi Feng smiled and said to Little Wu, "Little Wu, have you decided? Do you really want to be my disciple and learn carving and painting from me?"

"I've decided. I want to follow Master Yi Feng and learn carving and painting from you." Little Wu replied earnestly.

"I don't mind teaching you, but you'll have to come back to Dongsheng with me after a while, you know?"

Yi Feng asked lightly with a twinkle in his eyes.

"No problem! It'll give me a chance to travel around too." Little Wu said excitedly.

"Alright, you can swear your apprenticeship then!" Yi Feng said with a laugh.

"Master above, please accept Little Wu's bow." Little Wu picked up a cup of tea, knelt on the ground, and made an offering to Yi Feng.

"Good disciple, rise."

Yi Feng accepted the tea and took a sip, a satisfied smile on his face.

This was an auspicious start.

One disciple gained.

"What about you, Brother Wu Tao?"

Yi Feng put down his cup and glanced at Wu Tao beside him.

Wu Tao trembled slightly upon hearing this.

At this moment, he finally understood this person's purpose.

Yi Feng did not intend to kill him, but wanted to take him as a disciple instead.

All the maneuvers to destroy him and see through his schemes were just to prove with action that he had the absolute strength to be his master.

In the past, Wu Tao would never have agreed even though he feared death, for he was a proud man.

But now, Wu Tao had to admit that he was truly convinced of Yi Feng's power.

"Master above, please accept your disciple's bow."

Wu Chang'an offered up the tea and immediately knelt on the ground.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing Wu Tao so obedient, Yi Feng let out a satisfied loud laugh.

An honest man was still an honest man.

He got him to yield without any effort.

Another disciple gained.

Yi Feng quickly accepted the tea and drank it down.

Seeing Yi Feng drink this cup of tea, Wu Chang'an's eyes reddened.

He even felt somewhat like crying.

It was hard to imagine what he had gone through recently.

His heart had been burdened with tremendous pressure every day, constantly feeling the threat of death.

This moment finally dispelled that.

He, Wu Chang'an, was finally safe.

At this time, Yi Feng took out a blank talisman paper from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

"Wu Tao, I often saw you drawing talismans before, but they were really not good. It would be an embarrassment for your master if others found out! Watch me teach you how to draw one, pay close attention."

After saying this, Yi Feng's writing brush moved, and ink spread across the paper like a flood dragon, creating a brand new talisman.

"See, isn't this much better looking than yours?"

Yi Feng pushed the talisman paper over.

Seeing this, Wu Chang'an's whole body trembled.

The excitement on his face was indescribable.

The power contained in this teleportation talisman shocked Wu Tao. He felt that activating this talisman could directly break through the Immortal River Continent's barrier and teleport him to the Immortal Realm.

"Oh, it's just a simple talisman, no need to get so excited. Although I don't know what use it is to you, don't worry. I'll teach Little Wu painting, so you can learn alongside her. You'll be able to produce this quality very soon." Yi Feng said with a soft laugh.

"Thank you, Master."

Wu Tao held the talisman paper in his hands, wishing he could kiss it.

Ah!

This world was so safe!

At this moment, he felt that his chances of dying in this world had become unprecedentedly low.

This...

Was this the feeling of relying on someone powerful?

It felt so good!

"Master, what are the strokes for the words 'drinking tea'?"

Little Wu waved her writing brush and scratched her little head, unable to help asking Yi Feng.

"What, Little Wu doesn't even know how to write 'drinking tea'?" Yi Feng asked with a laugh.

"I just suddenly realized I don't know how to write those two words when I saw us drinking tea here."

Little Wu scratched her head awkwardly.

"Alright, I'll teach you."

Yi Feng took the writing brush and slowly put down strokes on the rice paper.

The words were powerful and forceful, seemingly coming alive.

"Master's calligraphy is so beautiful." Little Wu looked at the words on the rice paper, her face full of admiration.

Yi Feng gave a faint smile.

With his lack of cultivation skill, these abilities really couldn't be underestimated.

It was just bad luck getting transmigrated to this cultivation world. If he had ended up in a world that valued literature, he definitely could have thrived, perhaps even becoming a grand national teacher.

Shaking his head to dismiss the stray thoughts, Yi Feng casually placed the cup on the rice paper to weigh it down, then stood up and said, "Let's go. You've been wanting to paint landscapes, so let's head to the back mountains."

"Sounds good, Master!"

Little Wu excitedly gathered her painting supplies, then followed Yi Feng as the group of three made their way to the back mountains.

Not long after the two had left, two struggling figures appeared outside the courtyard.

It was father and daughter Ye Neng and Ye Yi.

Coming here, the two were already at their wit's end, barely hanging on.

It was hard to imagine the immense difficulty they endured without any cultivation base yet bearing tremendous pain to get to Yi Feng.

But upon entering the courtyard, they discovered no one was there.

"The master is not here..."

Ye Neng was bitterly despairing inside, his pale face devoid of color, full of frustration.

From the moment they were pierced by the Soul Suppressing Nails, they only had seven days left to live.

Once time was up, their souls would scatter.

However, even rushing here without any breaks from the spot where they were thrown off the flying boat, it had already taken them nearly seven days.

That meant the father and daughter only had the last two hours remaining.

"Is this heaven's will to destroy us?"

Ye Yi was also full of despair.

Under the destruction of such a vicious artifact like the Soul Suppressing Nails, not a moment went by when her mind, body, and soul were not subjected to immense torment.

As a woman, she originally wouldn't have been able to endure, only making it this far through sheer force of will and belief.

So one could imagine her despair upon finding that Yi Feng was not here after all the difficulty coming.

The two collapsed on the ground, feeling time trickle away...

But contrary to their expectation of imminent death from total despair, Ye Neng surprisingly discovered that his mental state had improved significantly.

Even the pain from the Soul Suppressing Nails had lessened tremendously.

"Daughter, can you feel it too?"

Ye Neng asked in a trembling voice.

"Father, are you much more comfortable too?" Ye Yi also asked excitedly.

"Do you know what's causing this?"

Ye Neng hurriedly asked, "Could it be a last ray of hope before we die?"

"No, it seems to be a fragrant scent..."

Ye Yi said uncertainly, "This fragrance, it smells like..."

"Tea?"

As if recalling something, Ye Yi struggled to get up and looked towards the stone table nearby.

In that instant, an astonished cry escaped her lips.

"Father, get up and see this!"