Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

He dared not disobey the orders of the upper grade of Cultivation Country. Otherwise, if they sent out a few immortals, the entire army would be turned into ashes. Initially, he had spent a high price to recruit two rogue cultivators to take down the Chu Country in one fell swoop. Unfortunately, he was recruited halfway and was on the verge of success.    

    

Feng Yimo waved his hand and took out a hundred bottles of Blood Revival Pills. He said, "Master Hou, I still have matters to attend to. I will hand them over as soon as possible. I will not delay Master Hou's matter."    

    

Tu Yanghou did not dare to object. He hurriedly got someone to take out a box. Through the box, Feng Yimo could tell that there was a thousand low-grade spirit stones inside. With a wave of his hand, he put them into the Storage Bag and flew into the air. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of Ling Ya's matter. He turned his head and asked, "Is there still no news of Miss Ling Ya?"    

    

Tu Yanghou was stunned and asked, "Does Celestial Immortal know my daughter?"    

    

Feng Yimo nodded, "I have met her once. I heard that Miss Ling Ya went missing, so I asked this question."    

    

Tu Yanghou sighed and said, "My daughter still has no whereabouts until now. I don't know if she is alive or dead, sigh!"    

    

Feng Yimo smiled indifferently and said, "Lord Marquis doesn't need to worry. Miss Ling Ya is blessed by the heavens and will be fine. Farewell!" Finishing speaking, he took out the Wu Hook flying sword and vanished into the horizon.    

    

Tu Yanghou's expression was as heavy as water as he returned to the military tent. He said to the guards that followed him, "Distribute the pills and prepare for battle!"    

    

...    

    

It took three days to arrive. It only took Feng Yimo two days to return to Maple Leaf Town.    

    

Maple Leaf Town was still peaceful at the moment. There was no panic or panic that one could imagine. Feng Yimo heaved a sigh of relief and headed straight for the Feng Family.    

    

When they arrived at the Feng Family, the patriarch, Feng Jihui, and the elder, Feng Guo, had already rushed to the Tianwai Peak. The twelve Foundation Establishment disciples had also left with them. The one in charge was actually Feng Shanquan, who was at the tenth level of Qi Refinement.    

    

Feng Shanquan was overjoyed when he saw Feng Yimo. He held his hand and said anxiously, "Cousin, you have to help me this time. Grandpa has entrusted the entire Feng Family to me. I, I, I can't do it!" He was used to being free and unfettered all the time. Now that he was suddenly weighed down by a heavy burden, he was already in a hurry.    

    

Feng Yimo nodded. Whether it was from the perspective of the Feng Family disciples or their personal feelings for Feng Shanquan, he was duty-bound. He handed over the spirit stones first and then asked, "Cousin Shanquan, the herbal field has a defensive formation. Does the Feng Family's courtyard have a formation?"    

    

"A formation? What formation?" Feng Shanquan asked with a confused expression.    

    

Feng Yimo sighed. It seemed like his cousin Shan Quan did not know about the formation. He probably had never been to Yao Tian before, so he explained patiently. After Feng Shanquan heard this, he hurriedly pulled Feng Yimo to a room in the basement of the courtyard. He pointed at a golden array floating in the middle of the room and said, "Cousin Yimo, is this the thing?"    

    

Feng Yimo was stunned this time. Being able to control the entire formation with the help of a pestle wasn't a simple level one defensive formation. It was a level two comprehensive formation that combined both defense and attack abilities. Even a level three demon beast would find it very difficult to break through it. What kind of background did the Feng Family have? Who set up such a powerful formation?    

    

Although there was a formation pestle, it wasn't activated. It was obvious that his grandfather was in a hurry and didn't have the time to remind his cousin Shan Quan.    

    

When his hand touched the formation pestle, he realized his mistake. It was not that his grandfather did not warn his cousin, but that the formation could only be fully activated when one was at the middle Foundation Establishment stage or above. If a weak cultivator with a Divine Sense tried to activate the formation, they would definitely suffer a backlash. The Divine Sense would be damaged or even broken, and all of their cultivation would be wasted.    

    

Through the formation pestle, Feng Yimo could clearly feel the Feng Familys hidden in the 36 corners of the Feng Family's courtyard. If he didn't use the formation pestle, he wouldn't be able to discover where the Formation Bases were. This formation was called the Tiangang Yin Wind Formation, and it was a third-grade mixed formation. It wouldn't be a problem for it to resist the attacks of a cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage for two hours.    

    

With this Tiangang Yin Wind Formation, Feng Yimo felt relieved. He reminded Feng Shanquan, "Cousin Shan Quan. This pestle must be protected. This concerns the lives of hundreds of people in the Feng Family!"    

    

Feng Shanquan trembled and jumped in fright. With such an important thing in his hands, the burden was too heavy. He could not take it, so he said submissively. "Cousin Yimo, since you know this thing, why don't you take it? I'm afraid I..."    

    

Feng Yimo quickly stopped Feng Shanquan and said, "Cousin, after all, you are the direct descendant of the Feng Family. Alright, let's do it this way. "Let's go to the herbal field and take a look. That is where the foundation of the Feng Family lies. We can't let anything happen to it."    

    

"Alright, we'll do as you say."    

    

...    

    

The two of them came to the herbal field. Feng Qishaan was very happy to see Feng Yimo. His grandson, Gou Wa, jumped up and hugged Feng Yimo's arm. They had a very good relationship during their time together. Feng Yimo was not like the other young masters. He had a straight face and long eyes on his forehead. He did not play with Feng Yimo. Instead, he acted like a big brother. As long as he had time, he would play with and play with Gou Wa. Gou Wa naturally liked it.    

    

What made Feng Yimo gratified was that Feng Xinping was still in seclusion. He could clearly feel that Feng Xinping was already at the third level of Qi Refinement and was stabilizing his cultivation.    

    

Feng Yimo brought Feng Shanquan along and walked around the herbal field. He pointed at the foundation of the defensive array. At the critical moment, he needed to protect the Formation Base well. Once the Formation Base was damaged, the effect of the array would be reduced. When 50% of the Formation Base was lost, the array would be completely destroyed and lose its effect.    

    

Feng Shanquan did not fully understand what was going on. As if he was listening to a heavenly book, he listened to Feng Yimo talk about a lot of knowledge about array formations. Suddenly, he realized that to this useless cousin, he was more like a piece of trash. He heard others say that his grandfather sighed a few times and expressed regret that Feng Yimo was unable to cultivate many times. That was why he sympathized with this cousin of his. Now, it seemed that his cousin understood more than him.    

    

Some of the herbs in the herbal field had already been harvested. They should have been sold or given to alchemists to refine pills. Feng Yimo suddenly thought of the alchemists provided by the Feng Family and asked Feng Shanquan, "Cousin Shan Quan, where is the alchemist at home? How fast is he refining pills? If possible, it would be better to refine the herbs into spirit pills as soon as possible. I have a bad feeling that the Profound Yin Sect might be able to take advantage of the situation by sending away all the Foundation Establishment and above cultivators. "The spiritual pills are easy to carry. Once the situation is bad, we will be able to escape with our entire clan."    

    

Seeing Feng Shanquan's troubled expression, Feng Yimo immediately understood that an alchemist was a precious treasure of the Feng Family. It was understandable that he was unwilling to let others know his identity. So, he changed the topic and stopped asking about the alchemist.    

    

His guess was right. Before Feng Jihui left, he had warned him repeatedly to protect the identity and safety of the alchemists. Nothing could happen to them. If the herbal field was gone and the herbs were lost, he could find another place to plant them. However, the only alchemist was found and taken away by other sects and families. There was nothing left.    

    

However, Feng Yimo had decided to pick more herbs and concoct pills secretly. Although there was no earthstring fire, he had many Storage Bags in his Storage Bag. One Fire Talisman was enough for him to concoct a batch of spirit pills. Therefore, he planned to only concoct level two spirit pills. Firstly, he wanted to increase his proficiency in concocting pills. Secondly, level two spirit pills were far more precious than level one spirit pills, and could be used all the way to the Foundation Establishment Late Period realm.