Over the next two months, Qin Fengming still did not leave. Instead, he continued carefully studying the secret arts in his possession. Though he had not begun practicing them, he had committed all of them to memory.
Time slowly slipped by as Qin Fengming studied and contemplated the secret arts.
One day, in a small valley shaded by green trees amid an unbroken mountain range, a stand of towering trees began to ripple like the surface of a lake. In the blink of an eye, the trees abruptly vanished, revealing a black-faced cultivator dressed in a pale blue robe.
This black-faced cultivator was none other than Qin Fengming, who had spent nearly half a year in secluded cultivation here.
During those six months, Qin Fengming had not practiced any further secret arts, but he had studied several of them in detail. It could be said that he was ready to begin cultivating any one of them immediately.
Qin Fengming emerged now because little time remained before the Green Snake Valley trade fair. Although the valley was only a little over a hundred thousand li away, and his current flight speed would take him there in just two or three days—or even one day if he flew at full speed—
Qin Fengming still decided that it would be best to reach Green Snake Valley early.
Qin Fengming had come with great hopes for this trip to Green Snake Valley. The last two rare materials he needed to forge his bonded magic treasure were most likely to appear at this trade fair.
Those two materials were exceedingly rare. Otherwise, even a sect as powerful as the Jingyun Sect would have had some in its stores. Qin Fengming did not want to miss them by arriving late.
After putting away the Yin-Yang Eight