Primordial Cultivator



Two days had gone by in a flash, and every disciple in the Swift Feather Wind Sect had gotten accustomed to the new spiritual qi in the world. 

While every disciple was focused on increasing their cultivation base, Jing Feng remained in the room, busy communicating with someone.

"When do you want us to move, Leader?" A female voice resounded from the communication token.

"No need to make a move just yet. Have the Red Submerge Army continue to inspect the Yi Clan and Jing Clan closely. I have a big surprise for them." Jing Feng curled her lips upward as she clutched tightly on a communication token.

The communication token was shaped in a medallion shape, clad in full red color with the label "Feng" stamped on the middle of the token. 

"I understand, Leader. I'll have the rest of the members lay low until further notice." 

"Un, just send all the information throughout the past years I wasn't in the Central Zone to me."

Just when Jing Feng was about to continue her conversation, Yang Wei suddenly knocked on the door from outside.

"Jing Feng, I brought back lunch. You haven't eaten yet, right? Can I come in?" Yang Wei asked.

Jing Feng flashed a gentle smile as she quickly closed out the communication signal and stored the token back into her storage ring.

"Just come in, Yang Wei. What is there for me to hide?" Jing Feng chuckled softly.

The door to the room opened and Yang Wei was carrying a tray of dishes.

"Well, even if there's nothing to hide, it's just a polite gesture from me. I wouldn't want to barge in like some rogue." Yang Wei laughed.

Placing the tray of dishes down at the table, Yang Wei then hands over a bowl of rice toward Jing Feng.

"What were you doing all alone in the room?" He asked.

Hearing his question, Jing Feng showed a calm expression, "Nothing much, I was just asking some other people that I was acquainted with in the Central Zone about the current news."

"I see… Did you want to meet up with them? After all, it has been so long since you left the Central Zone."

Jing Feng shook her head.

Her tranquil expression and crystal clear eyes showed that she wasn't going to reminisce about the past.

"Enough about me, I heard that Kong Yusheng had dragged you into some training hall and taught you some martial techniques, right?" Jing Feng cleverly changed the topic. 

Yang Wei knew that she didn't want to discuss the past, so he didn't pry any further.

Instead, he stood up and revealed some of his muscles for Jing Feng to see.

"Hehe, Sect Leader Kong wanted to reward me because of the merits I've done regarding the Plasma Cannon incident. Hence, he decided to teach me a secret technique." Yang Wei said cheekily.

Jing Feng raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of secret technique is it? How could it make you start acting like a kid?" She asked teasingly. 

Yang Wei didn't bother explaining as he exuded a cool and chilling aura.

Raising his pointer finger up, Yang Wei smiled calmly at Jing Feng.

"Yin-Yang Heavenly Finger," he shouted aloud.

Soon, the sky above Jing Feng's room started to turn dark for a few moments, and an unbelievable scene occurred in front of him.

From the dark sky, there was a pointer finger coming down at a frightening rate, and upon closer inspection, Jing Feng realized the finger belonged to Yang Wei.

BOOM!

The Yin-Yang Heavenly Finger created by Yang Wei shattered the ground and caused a loud explosion.

Thankfully, the place was surrounded by a defensive formation, so the damage done was quickly repaired in an instant.

"So how did you think of this technique?" Yang Wei retracted his finger and laughed cheekily at Jing Feng.

"K-Kong Yusheng actually taught you his clan secret technique…" Jing Feng exclaimed in shock. 

"Hehe, with my merits, I think this should be amazing, right?"

"You- sigh, there's no point in trying to lecture you. If even I was not allowed to learn this technique from him, then what makes you think he taught you this alone?" 

Yang Wei scratched his head slightly as he pondered over her question.

She was right after all. If they have to base their contribution and merits on the sect, then Jing Feng should be the most likely candidate to learn the Yin-Yang Heavenly Finger.

So why did Kong Yusheng teach him instead?

Was there a hidden meaning behind his action? 

Jing Feng sighed softly as she stood up and hugged Yang Wei. 

"It doesn't really matter who Kong Yusheng taught, but I have a feeling that he wants to groom you as a successor." She whispered into his ears.

Yang Wei raised an eyebrow.

"Successor of what?" He asked in confusion.

"Successor of the sect, Yang Wei. What else did you think?" Jing Feng chuckled softly as she pulled away from him. 

"With the current state, Kong Yusheng most likely could not manually manage the sect any longer. Hence, he's trying to find someone suitable to guide the sect." 

"But how am I even qualified to become the sect leader? Clearly, you or Elder Shan are more qualified and suitable than me."

"Shan Zhilan came from the Shan Clan and their power is just a little bit weaker than the Kong Clan. If Kong Yusheng had decided to hand the sect over to Shan Zhilan, then the other elders in the Kong Clan would definitely abolish that idea."

Jing Feng then continued to explain the political matters regarding the successor of the sect. 

By the time she finished, Yang Wei felt like he was once again embroiled in another drama.

'One thing has not ended yet another thing has popped up.' He thought. 

Sometime later, a beeping sound emitted and Jing Feng was dumbfounded by it.

"What sound is that?" Yang Wei asked.

"Um…it's my communication token." Jing Feng replied awkwardly.