Chapter 008: Chaotian Platform

The best time to gather medicinal herbs is when the sun has not yet risen and the earth is shrouded in a layer of mist. Before long, the basket is filled with herbs; although selling them may not fetch much, it is better than nothing.

It is a pity that due to severe damage to the meridians since childhood, one is unable to cultivate and can only pursue scholarly endeavors. In the future, even if one becomes exceptionally capable, they can only serve as a high-ranking official, wielding power for a time. Life is short, and a hundred years pass swiftly; no matter how great the talent, it will ultimately turn to dust. Otherwise, the Mu family would surely have another towering figure in the future

The thin monkey cautiously followed Mu Feng's figure from a distance, being careful and prudent

Indeed, Brother Mufeng's literary talent is exceptional. In the future, he will undoubtedly be the foremost figure of our Tongtian Dynasty! Apart from him, there is no first in literature

Among the many guards in Mu Qingyuan's service, he is almost the weakest in strength and the most timid. Yet, over the years, he has managed to thrive remarkably well. What is the reason behind this?

With such a tail, how can one still cultivate?

The girl in white was lost in thought when Mu Qingzhu bounced over to her from behind, her right hand hidden behind her back, holding a scroll of painting.

The towering platform of Chaotian, where one inquires about the Dao of Heaven.

Originally, he thought that the person following him would stop at the foot of the mountain like a few days ago. Unexpectedly, this time, the pursuer was relentless and closely followed him all the way.

Mu Qingzhu took out the calligraphy and painting, her words sweeter than honey.

Mu Qingling also knows Mu Feng, and Mu Qingzhu hurriedly nodded. Changing her tone, she said, "But, Sister Qingling, do you know? Because he cannot cultivate and is just a frail scholar, Brother Mu Feng has endured countless hardships and humiliations since childhood! Especially that bastard Mu Qingyuan, who always bullies others. On the day of the baptism, he even threatened to tear Brother Mu Feng apart. Sister Qingling, you are so powerful; after awakening your bloodline power, you broke through to the elite realm in an instant. Could you please help Brother Mu Feng?"

Recalling Mu Qingyuan's insidiousness and despicableness, Mu Feng's killing intent surged greatly

How could a frail scholar, who does not practice cultivation, possess such great strength and deliver such fierce attacks

Stepping out, it feels as if one has ascended to the legendary paradise, vanishing without a trace

As soon as he left the Mu residence, he realized he was being followed, and it was obvious to him who it was. Who else could be so bored, so insidious and despicable, other than that scoundrel Mu Qingyuan?

Mu Feng let out a cold snort, pretending not to notice anything, and continued deeper into the mountains, his expression growing increasingly cold

The character reflects the person, and the painting and calligraphy reflect the heart

What a magnificent depiction of a hurricane passing over the ridge

Mu Qingling's tone was cold, and even when Mu Qingzhu personally pleaded, she remained unmoved. "Qingzhu, you must remember, life is short, and we must seize the time to cultivate. Otherwise, when the time comes, no one will be able to save anyone! Mu Qingyuan is merely a timid dandy; he wouldn't dare to truly do anything outrageous. You can rest assured. The one you really need to be cautious of is his brother, Mu Tie, who is known as the eldest young master of the Mu family. Do not easily make an enemy of him!" Mu Qingyuan is merely a timid dandy; he wouldn't dare to truly do anything outrageous. You can rest assured. The one you really need to be cautious of is his brother, Mu Tie, who is known as the eldest young master of the Mu family. Do not easily make an enemy of him!

I did not expect that Mu Feng, that delicate scholar, possesses such depth of thought. Given time, he will surely rise to prominence

A landscape painting, personally painted by me, is given to you. Please take a look and see if you like it

It relies on the head on one's own neck, depending on one's intelligence and wisdom. Many of the unspeakable ideas of Mu Qingyuan originated from his suggestions. Often, violence can cause enemies to suffer immensely, but some despicable and sinister ideas can make enemies wish they were dead, providing a more satisfying outcome to behold

Sand

Although his strength was considerable, having reached the early stage of the Mortal Realm, he was much stronger than Mu Feng, the frail scholar who could not cultivate. However, he did not dare to be the slightest bit careless, as he always felt that something was amiss. That night, the spear that had grazed Mu Qingyuan's scalp and was deeply embedded in the tree remained vividly in his memory

I wish to ride the wind and return

Mu Qingling's tone was flat, clearly not believing Mu Qingzhu's nonsense. The scene from the day of the baptism floated in her mind, where Mu Feng showed no reaction at all even when his entire body was submerged in the blood pool

"Qingzhu, when will you be able to calm down and focus on your cultivation?" Seeing the playful Mu Qingzhu, the cold and beautiful face of the white-clad girl Mu Qingling finally revealed a hint of a smile

If one does not cultivate oneself and lacks strength, it is only natural to be bullied

Mu Qingzhu's eyes were red, her face had just been full of smiles, and in the blink of an eye, tears filled her eyes, evoking a sense of pity in me

Sand, sand!

Oh, Mu Feng? That frail scholar who fell seriously ill in childhood, suffered damage to his meridians, and has been unable to cultivate since he was young

Focusing intently, Mu Qingling's eyes lit up. "Qingzhu, who painted this picture?"

Mu Qingling shook her head and smiled. No one understood Mu Qingzhu's character better than she did. If she could calm down and paint a picture, she probably wouldn't be stuck in the early stage of the mortal realm for so long without a breakthrough. After opening the painting, she casually glanced at it. Initially, she intended to just go through the motions to satisfy Mu Qingzhu's vanity, but unexpectedly, after one glance, her eyes could not look away.

Hello, Sister Qingling, Sister Qingling

Mu Qing and the bamboo book stomped their feet, calling out a few times before having no choice but to turn and leave. Unbeknownst to them, the calligraphy and paintings they had brought along had vanished at some point, and in a huff, they ran faster and faster.

Speaking of Mu Tie, who is also known as the genius of the Mu residence, Mu Qingling's expression turned serious. After giving a few admonitions to Mu Qingzhu, she floated away, stepping directly off the edge of the cliff. Her figure swayed and then vanished without a trace

Good picture

Find death

The tree wishes to be still, but the wind does not cease. Originally, he intended to settle matters peacefully and did not wish to provoke further conflict; however, since the other party is aggressive and knows no restraint, he cannot be blamed. If he does not give that fellow Mu Qingyuan and his accomplices a profound lesson, they will continue to think they can bully him and take advantage of him.

The girl in white lowered her head and softly sang, as a line of white egrets flew across the sky. With a flick of her right hand, the leading egret fell down, landing precisely in her palm.

In the depths of the Mu Mansion, on a towering platform shrouded in mist, sits a pure and ethereal young woman in white. Draped in a flowing white robe with long sleeves, beneath her elegantly arched brows lies a pool of clear, tranquil water. From a distance, she appears to be a fairy who has stepped out of a celestial realm. Her immaculate white robe exudes an air of transcendent grace and lightness.

Mu Qingzhu wore a bright smile. After a long while, seeing Mu Qingling looking at her with a cheerful expression, smiling but not speaking, clearly skeptical, she could only speak the truth. "Alright, alright, I can never fool you. This painting was done by Brother Mu Feng, specifically for you. I just ran an errand to deliver it for him."

You

Again, the jade towers and crystal palaces

The heights are cold and unwelcoming

If Mufeng were present, he would be astonished to discover that the girl in white was none other than Mu Qingling, the talented young woman with a heavenly bloodline who was the first to take the stage on the day of the baptism. She is a disciple of the esteemed elder Mu Wuyan, someone who is both envied and admired by many.

After bending down to pick a sprig of mugwort, he once again heard a faint sound of footsteps. Turning around, he caught a glimpse of a thin figure flitting past, hiding behind a large tree

When Mu Qingzhu climbed up the Chaotian Platform enveloped in mist, Mu Feng once again arrived at the back mountain

This morning, upon waking up, I listened to the sounds of the forest outside my window and was inspired to create a drawing. How does it look? Isn't it beautiful

Sister Qingling, Sister Qingling, take a look at what I have brought you

With fingers spread wide, there are no visible constraints, yet the struggling egret cannot take flight. Its face, though delicate and beautiful, bears a frosty expression, resembling a thousand-year-old iceberg, devoid of any smile. After a long while, the right hand relaxes, and the egret finally spreads its wings and soars high, vanishing in the blink of an eye among the clouds in the sky

The thin monkey could not understand, and precisely because of this, it was especially cautious