Lu Feng returned to the small courtyard atop Qingqiu Mountain.
The journey to White Bone Plain had gone far more smoothly than he had expected. With those few Hall Masters at the helm dead, Qiankun Hall was bound to crumble and collapse before long.
He could leave the remaining matters to Hu Jiuming and Zhao Yan.
Before long, White Bone Plain would likely have only the Soul Devouring Sect standing supreme.
Once it raised the banner of Ghost Gate, the rumors and smears surrounding the Blood River Sect would collapse without being attacked.
Unfortunately, perhaps because Qiankun Hall was a faction centered on cultivating formations and consumed immense Source Stone resources on a daily basis, the Storage Rings of the few Hall Masters he had blasted to death combined only contained a paltry four or five hundred High-Grade Source Stones.
That might once have been no small sum, but to him now, it was truly negligible. Even ten or twenty times that amount might not fill his stomach, much less allow him to break through even a small realm.
He could only hope that, once Zhao Yan had thoroughly cleared out Qiankun Hall's remnants and swept away the Illusory Weasel Immortal Sect, more Source Stone resources could be gathered.
Moonlit night, mountain wind, blue stone, traces of moss, bamboo shadows...
In the blink of an eye, Lu Feng spent another seven days in this quiet little courtyard.
During that time, he completed Zhao Yan's second meridian cleansing, checked on Ye Fan's recovery, and received news Hu Xianxian had brought back from Tang Yuan. Old Book's remnant soul had preserved its final thread of life through the Soul Control Clan's methods, aided by the Six Paths Coffin, and now only awaited its final awakening.
Everything was developing in a good direction.