The Heavenly Deficiency Divine Art was indeed formidable if used properly, but it still had adverse effects. Lu Feng could hardly keep it active on his hands at all times; he had no desire to die from damage to his internal organs.
Now the Northern Sacred Peak was right before his eyes. Once he obtained the Canglang Art, he would be a genuine Immortal, yet without immortal techniques to match, the thought felt rather strange no matter how he looked at it.
The Scruffy Old Man did not refuse. "Don't rush. When an opportunity comes up in a bit, I'll teach you a very practical cultivation technique. As for the others, once you've learned the entire Five Elements Art, you'll understand how wondrous it is."
"How long is 'in a bit,' exactly?" Lu Feng pressed. He was a slippery fellow himself, and his skill at stalling had long since reached the perfection of a blazing furnace.
Words such as "in a moment," "when there's a chance," "soon," and "right away"... were all meaningless expressions of time in his mind.
He had only just finished asking when he suddenly sensed something wrong up ahead. Unlike the other four sects, the Northern Sacred Peak before him did not seem tucked away amid mountain forests. Instead, cultivators surrounded it in layer upon layer.
Even without getting too close, he could clearly smell the gunpowder in the air. Fighting had already broken out in some places.
"What's going on?" Startled, Lu Feng hurriedly descended, not daring to get too close.
Screams rang out ahead from time to time. Clearly, this was no illusion-someone really was attacking the Mysterious Cloud Sect. Who on earth would dare attack it? Were they not afraid of retaliation from the combined Five Qi Mystic Sects?
The Scruffy Old Man