Transmigration: The Peerless Immortal Husband

Tian Feirong ran in from outside, drank a cup of water, and then said, “I’ve gathered some information. In seven days, the black wind blowing from Hei Feng Cliff will weaken to its lowest point, meaning that after seven days, we can go down to Hei Feng Cliff. This period of weakened black wind will last for ten days. If we go down, we must return within these ten days, or survival will be difficult.”

Hei Feng Cliff is a very strange place. There is nothing particularly scenic on top of the cliff, and the spiritual energy is poor, making it an unpleasant environment. However, what attracts cultivators to venture there are the rare spiritual materials beneath the cliff, some of which are even useful to Golden Core cultivators. Otherwise, there would be no Golden Core cultivators willing to risk going to such a place.

However, Hei Feng Cliff constantly has black wind blowing from below, and within the wind is a strange energy. This energy can restrain a cultivator’s cultivation. When the black wind is raging, it’s said that only Nascent Soul cultivators can withstand it, while even Golden Core cultivators might not survive. When the wind weakens, cultivators can only exert their Qi Refining stage power and climb down to the base of the cliff using their physical strength, as they cannot fly within Hei Feng Cliff.

“And,” Tian Feirong continued, “we’ve been deceived. Those bastards! That map they gave us—it’s sold in this town, and you can buy ten or eight copies, each one different. Every single one says it’s the place where a Nascent Soul cultivator passed away. It’s infuriating! If I’d known, I would have just killed them all!” Tian Feirong gritted his teeth in anger. He had previously mocked that Golden Core cultivator for being spineless, but now they had been tricked by such weaklings.

Gu Yao couldn’t help but chuckle and gently patted Tian Feirong’s shoulder. “Don’t be angry, Second Brother Tian. Did we really think we could find the place where a Nascent Soul cultivator passed away? We were just passing by anyway. At least we learned a lesson. Never underestimate any cultivator. Let’s just treat it as a lesson.”

Tian Feirong twitched his lips. What else could he say? But in his heart, he made a decision: the next time he ran into those cultivators, he would beat them until they cried out in pain. How dare they mess with him? He would make sure they wouldn’t escape!

Over the next seven days, Gu Yao and the others continued gathering useful information while preparing to descend into Hei Feng Cliff. Many cultivators came and went, exploring the cliff. Over the years, they had accumulated some experience, and some merchants even specialized in selling items like talismans, magic tools, and pills that could resist the black wind.

Gu Yao also bought a couple of pills, hearing that their ingredients were sourced from below the cliff, which made him even more curious about descending into Hei Feng Cliff.

Everything was ready, just waiting for the black wind to weaken to its lowest point.

On the sixth day, a few more cultivators arrived at Hei Feng Town. However, except for the relevant personnel, no other cultivators took much notice, as it was common for cultivators to come and go at any time.

Among those arriving was Di Feng, and immediately, someone came to meet him. “The four cultivators are staying in this inn as well. Senior, should we act now or wait until we’re below Hei Feng Cliff?”

Di Feng revealed a bloodthirsty smile. “Of course, we wait until we’re at Hei Feng Cliff to act. That’s when it’ll be more interesting.”

The one reporting didn’t dare to look up, afraid of provoking this terrifying figure. “Yes, I’ve already prepared the supplies for you to descend.”

On the seventh day, Gu Yao and the others, along with other cultivators, left the town and headed towards Hei Feng Cliff. Although the black wind had weakened, they could still see the vast black wind blowing in the distance, like the wails of countless vengeful souls. The four of them had previously scouted the area, so they were not startled by the sight.

The stones on the cliff had been ravaged by the black wind for years and had turned black. The fact that these stones could survive in such an environment suggested they were not ordinary. As they got closer to the cliff, the black wind intensified, and they noticed that no plants grew in the area, the land barren and desolate.

Standing at the edge of the cliff, they could feel the energy in the black wind was dark and ominous, as if it could awaken the deepest darkness in one’s heart, making people more violent. The closer they got to the black wind, the more they could feel their spiritual energy stagnating.

From time to time, people approached and asked if they were willing to form a team. After all, four Golden Core cultivators were a strong asset, and joining their group would greatly improve their chances of survival. However, Gu Yao and his companions refused. The four of them preferred to act alone, which made others regret their decision.

While waiting, a few more cultivators arrived and stood not far from them. Gu Yao and Chi Changye didn’t even need to actively sense their presence, but they could still detect the malicious gaze scanning them. It seemed as if the cultivators were trying to figure them out, perhaps even intending to strip them of their secrets.

Gu Yao frowned unhappily and glanced back, only to see one person standing there with his arms crossed. His gaze didn’t falter, and when Gu Yao looked at him, the cultivator deliberately grinned, showing his sharp white teeth and giving them an evil smile, his expression filled with bloodthirsty malice.

“Who’s that? Is he targeting us?” Tian Feirong also spoke with displeasure. The malice in that smile was too obvious, as if they were the prey and had no chance of escaping the cultivator’s grasp. Moreover, the cultivator’s cultivation was slightly higher than Chi Changye’s, but even so, he should not be so audacious.

Unless, of course, he was specifically targeting them.

At this moment, a voice transmission entered their ears—it was from the Liu surname cultivator who had previously tried to make connections with them: “How did you guys provoke this person? He is Di Feng, a notorious figure from the Tailuo Sect. He’s ruthless, and few targets he set his sights on never escaped. Once we descend into Hei Feng Cliff, you’d better avoid this disaster.”

When Liu spoke these words, his gaze never turned toward Di Feng, fearing to arouse suspicion. But compared to Di Feng, he still wanted to be on good terms with Gu Yao and the others. If they encountered any danger down the cliff, he hoped they would lend a hand.

Tailuo Sect’s Di Feng?

Gu Yao first expressed his gratitude to the cultivator. It made sense now why so many cultivators had clearly distanced themselves from Di Feng after he arrived, leaving a significant gap around him, with only Gu Yao’s group remaining nearby.

“Was it that bastard Mu who caused this?” Tian Feirong ground his teeth.

“Not impossible.” Chi Changye’s voice was calm, his expression unchanged in the face of Di Feng’s malicious smile. “The Tailuo Sect is powerful. It wouldn’t be difficult for them to find us, especially since we didn’t make any deliberate attempts to hide.”

This was why, when they arrived at Hei Feng Town, they had already sensed the subtle scrutiny. Clearly, someone had sent someone ahead to keep an eye on them—only Mu An, who was also from the Tailuo Sect, would be suspected.

The fatty man glanced around and noticed that cultivators near Di Feng kept their distance, while others shot sympathetic and gloating looks at them.

At that moment, someone shouted, “The black wind has stopped!”

Indeed, the black wind had weakened significantly. However, the so-called “stopping” of the wind simply meant that the fierce wind had turned into a light breeze. The lighting in the area had improved considerably. Cultivators, clearly experienced, eagerly took out their tools and began descending the cliff.

“We should go too,” Chi Changye said, grabbing Gu Yao’s arm and leading him toward the cliff’s edge. The space around Hei Feng Cliff was vast, and as they stood at the edge and looked down, they could still see swirling black fog below. Despite the wind calming, it resembled a huge, vicious beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for these cultivators to offer themselves up as a meal.

“Indeed, spiritual energy is restricted here,” Tian Feirong said after sensing the area. “At this height, we can’t use our full Golden Core power. The further down we go, the more restricted our energy will become, until we’re reduced to the strength of a Qi Refining cultivator.”

Fortunately, all the cultivators coming here were in the same situation. Otherwise, they would be at the mercy of others, who could easily overpower them.

The four of them carefully activated their defensive talismans and drew out their sturdy daggers. They then jumped down. As their spiritual energy became more difficult to manipulate, they used the daggers to anchor themselves in the cliff’s stone, controlling their descent. Without this, they would fall like ordinary people and likely smash into a pile of broken bones.

Looking up, they saw others had descended before them, but they were slower than them. Tian Feirong and the fatty man felt relieved they had followed Gu Yao’s training, as cultivators with stronger physical bodies clearly had an advantage here.

Suddenly, there was a rustling noise, and a dark shadow shot down the cliff. Soon after, they heard a sharp sound—the noise of a sword stabbing into stone. Without even turning around, the four of them knew it was Di Feng from the Tailuo Sect.

The autumn wind made a throat-slitting gesture toward them and then laughed loudly, his body slipping down like a fish into the depths.

Gu Yao frowned. “Who’s stronger, him or Yan Yuanjing?”

Chi Changye withdrew his gaze and said, “Yan Yuanjing relies on strength to speak for him. This person, however, seems to use any means necessary to achieve his goals. Everyone be careful, don’t fall into his traps.”

People like him, who will stop at nothing to achieve their objectives, are actually more difficult to deal with than someone like Yan Yuanjing. Chi Changye would much rather face someone like Yan Yuanjing in an open fight.

At that moment, a red, snake-like object suddenly shot up from below and headed directly toward Gu Yao. Furious, Chi Changye recognized it as the work of Di Feng, who had just made a provocative move—he was already making his move.

A sword Qi was released, and the red snake-like object immediately exploded, releasing a thick, pungent smell of blood. Without hesitation, Chi Changye ordered, “Move, quickly get out of here!”

This object was likely something Di Feng had personally refined, meant to provoke and disgust them. Whether they took action or not, it would cause trouble. As it was now, the strong smell of blood could attract any creatures living in the area.

A shadow shot out from Gu Yao’s shoulder, and with a swift gulp, the cat-like creature sucked up the blood mist, leaving the area clean. Gu Yao exclaimed, “Little one! Is it okay?”

The blood scent had vanished, and Chi Changye looked at the returning kitten with surprise, shaking his head. He pinched the back of its neck and said, “You little thing aren’t affected by this environment? Good, then you lead the way. If anyone attacks, don’t hesitate.”

The kitten meowed twice, turned its back on him, but after meowing a few more times in front of Gu Yao, it obediently went ahead to scout. This made Tian Feirong and the fatty man happy as well—the kitten had given them a pleasant surprise.