Healing Feng Ming

"I have some high-quality medicinal herbs here. Take them to him and see if they might help."

Yuan Feng looked at her with gratitude, never expecting that a kind deed of his from years ago would yield such a great return.

This person was the most outstanding in their entire camp. If he could be helped, then he might as well seize the opportunity—perhaps he could even assist him in some matters.

Xie Fang, standing nearby, didn't overthink it. Whether or not this man would eventually submit to him and work under his command, giving away the pill was something he wouldn't regret. After fumbling in his pocket for a moment, he pulled out another herb.

"If I'm not mistaken, combining these two should yield better results. By the way, can you tell me where Luohu is?"

Yuan Feng was taken aback. He hadn't expected that after settling accounts with Shi Qilin and Ancestral Dragon here, Xie Fang would head straight for Luohu.

"His cultivation has been progressing well over the years. If there's no pressing reason, it's best not to go to him..."

Before he could finish, Xie Fang shook his head, declining his goodwill.

"I understand your meaning, but this matter rests on my shoulders. I have no choice but to go. I hope you can give me some leads. In return, I'll help these people treat him."

The man before him fell silent. It wasn't as if he was entirely focused on this one matter—how had he been so misunderstood?

"Rest assured, no matter my original intent, I won't cause you trouble."

Yuan Feng knew that Xie Fang had no intention of making unnecessary moves here, but explanations didn't matter much to him. He might as well go along with it.

"He's been in these areas lately. The last time anyone saw his people was a few months ago. I'll have my men bring you a map—you can take a look then."

Xie Fang nodded, offered his thanks, and left. He had originally planned to see if there was anything else worth taking from Flame Mountain.

But Mo Wu felt quite nostalgic about this place. Since he thought it suited his cultivation better, Xie Fang decided to leave him here.

Yuan Feng agreed to look after him on his behalf. Then Xie Fang pulled out the two maps he carried and the Lightning Compass from before.

This thing was a bit troublesome, but it already contained a spirit. The aura of Ancestral Dragon had vanished from this continent—he must have fallen, Xie Fang thought. Following the path ahead, he went to check on the Dragon Clan's territory.

"How dare you show your face here?!"

The Dragon Clan member guarding the gate looked furious, staring straight at him. But Xie Fang paid him no mind—just because the man gave him a dirty look didn't mean he had to take it seriously.

"I don't want to start a conflict here. Step aside."

The other stood rigidly, head lowered, his face unreadable.

"The Ancestor has passed. What more do you want?"

Hearing that his goal was achieved, Xie Fang raised an eyebrow. Without another word, he walked around the man and headed inside. His Heaven-Measuring Ruler still needed to absorb Ancestral Dragon's draconic aura—he'd heard it could grant superior functions.

As Xie Fang began refining Ancestral Dragon's body, the surrounding Dragon Clan members seethed with rage, especially the one who had tried to stop him at the gate. His eyes reddened.

Xie Fang ignored them. With strength like theirs, they weren't even fit to tie his shoes, let alone warrant his attention.

Then a wisp of flame burst from Ancestral Dragon's body and struck Xie Fang's face. He hadn't expected the Ancestor's consciousness to linger so stubbornly.

It seemed he had underestimated him. But Xie Fang wasn't about to waste time on this. He intensified his efforts, forcing the process to completion.

A flash of purple light passed, and a unique pattern appeared on the Heaven-Measuring Ruler—a mark distinct to the Dragon Clan.

In the past, he wouldn't have recognized it. Several Dragon Clan elders saw the Dragon Mark and collapsed on the spot.

In the past few centuries, there had been skilled Daoists who tried to capture them and forge such weapons, but the Dragon Clan's reputation and strength had always held firm. No one expected this brat to refine their Ancestor into part of the Heaven-Measuring Ruler.

"Elder!"

"What are you standing around for? Get over here and help!"

The few who had been managing everything here suddenly fell unconscious.

With no one left to lead, panic spread among the crowd.

But Xie Fang remained unhurried. This wasn't the first time he'd seen such a scene. Soon, Yuan Feng sent people to help stabilize the Dragon Clan's situation.

Since Xie Fang had caused this here, he wouldn't let Yuan Feng suffer for it. He stepped aside and let the group in.

"Quick, stabilize the elder's pulse!"

"Hand me the herbs!"

Everyone scrambled into a frenzy.

But they didn't notice the onlooker lurking in the shadows. A figure in the corner glared at Xie Fang with hatred, as if itching to skin him alive and pull his tendons.

Yet the gap in strength was too vast. Even if he wanted to act, he had no ability to do so. Even if he prepared, he wouldn't get close to that man before being pinned to the ground.

"Where there's life, there's hope."

One of the elders, still able to speak through barely open eyes, gripped the gatekeeper's hand. This was his last chance.

If he fell too, who would look after the younger generation behind them? The man before him held back, silent.

But from the set of his jaw, it was clear his mood was foul. Xie Fang, long gone, had no idea what was happening here. He was already leading his group on a search.

"Check if there's anything on this mountain. I recall someone mentioning treasure on Buzhou Mountain."

Now that Shi Qilin had handed this place over to him, he certainly wouldn't hold back.

He had already found the Lightning Compass. Who knew what other treasures might appear? But as he hesitated, a chill wind suddenly swept in from the side.

At first, he didn't think much of it. But the next moment, the gust rushed straight at his face. He had been careless—he hadn't noticed this threat.

Then, in the next instant, lightning shot from his wrist and struck the face of the figure before him.