There were only a handful of Spirit-Gathering Formations in Xia Nation now, and ordinary people would find it difficult even to catch a glimpse of one.
Moreover, none of those Spirit-Gathering Formations could bear to operate at full power like Feng Jun's. Azure Mountain's formation went without saying, and Jade Sect's was even worse. Baizong Mountain and Allure Mountain's were somewhat better, but with Spirit Stones in limited supply, who would be willing to keep them running all the time?
Perhaps only Jade Ruins still had a Spirit-Gathering Formation worth mentioning, but according to Shen Qingyi, its situation did not seem particularly promising either.
Quite a few people still wanted to hear Feng Jun expound on the Dao, especially Dong Zenghong. But Feng Mountain Lord had made his stance clear, so no one could press the matter further. Instead, they began wondering what Luo Hua's Spirit-Gathering Formation must be like.
Only Daoist Chen from Fanghu came over and spoke softly. "Feng Adept, I truly wish to take you as my master."
This was Feng Jun's first time meeting Daoist Chen. The Daoist had an exceptionally fierce name: Chen Shengwang.
A fierce name could not intimidate Feng Jun, but this request to become his disciple truly put him in a difficult position.
In principle, he had the right to refuse. Sectarian boundaries were no empty phrase; every school had its own lineage.
But in the broader sense, the Daoist Order under heaven was one family, and mutual exchange was necessary. Even in a society like the Phone Plane, where sects stood everywhere and barriers were strict, people still often discussed scriptures and the Dao with one another.
Feng Jun also did not want others to see him as someone who hoarded his knowledge—even if he did have a bit of small-group