The old man was called Old Deng. His surname was Deng, and his given name was Feng. Old Deng's father had been a wealthy landowner in their region, with considerable power and influence. It was said that when his father named him, he had hoped his son would one day enter the imperial court and rise to the very pinnacle. Unfortunately, their country later lost a war, and his father fled with the whole family. Bandits attacked them on the road, and Old Deng alone survived.
In the end, someone recommended Old Deng to the Glazed Sword Sect, where he became a menial worker.
"Elder Deng, these are all basic questions. Fight people in earnest more often, and you'll understand them at once!"
Fang Chen spoke to Old Deng with a smile.
"Fight more, is it? All right, I'll remember that!"
Old Deng laughed with Fang Chen.
An hour later, Chef Wang had the meal ready, and Fang Chen sat down to eat with the old men.
The Bamboo Shoots Chef Wang had prepared tasted wonderful, but they still could not compare to the ones Fang Chen ate with his Manifestations. Nor could the Spiritual Power they contained compare.
After eating and drinking his fill, Fang Chen did not leave the Bamboo Grove. He stayed to chat, boast, and offer everyone guidance in their cultivation.
Fang Chen felt completely at ease with Elder Yun and the others, and he was happy.
This time, Fang Chen spent a full month in the Bamboo Grove before leaving. He returned to the Green Grass Great Array and continued refining Heaven Demon Powder.
"Can we really come back to life after we burn to death?"
"Do you even need to ask? Floating Immortal Fellow Daoist said we can. He'd never deceive us!"
"Besides, when