Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

That night, Feng Yimo lived in the small building in the herbal field. In the middle of the night, he was woken up by the rustling sound. He looked out from the second floor and found many puppets in the herbal field. They were like humans, with heads, bodies, and limbs. They carried baskets and sickles of herbs in their hands. They walked into the herbal field neatly and started to harvest the herbs.    

    

Feng Yimo was very surprised. He floated down from the small building and came to Feng Qishaan's side, who was standing on the ridge of the field. He asked, "Uncle Qishan, is this the puppet technique?"    

    

Feng Qishaan finished casting the spell. He looked at Feng Yimo meaningfully and said, "Young Master Cousin is very knowledgeable. However, this is not considered a puppet spell. At most, it is just a prototype. It can only perform some simple movements."    

    

Feng Yimo now understood why Feng Qishaan could manage the herbal field of more than a thousand acres by himself. It turned out that these puppets were helping him. The wooden puppets were more loyal than others. They would not betray or reveal secrets.    

    

He saw the Puppet Sect walk, walk, bend, swing the sickle, pick up the herbs, and then the next step. The process was slightly bitter. He knew that this puppet was not a puppet skill. If it was a real puppet skill, it would be very flexible. As long as an order was given, the puppet would definitely complete the task assigned to it. There was no need to watch on the field. He was stunned for a moment before he returned to the second floor and started to cultivate.    

    

In order to not be suspected by others, before he entered Maple Leaf Town, he still let the Spirit Devouring Silkworm absorb most of the spirit energy, leaving only a small portion. It looked very weak on the outside, and its aura was unstable, as if it had just started cultivating.    

    

"It would be great if there was a magic technique that could conceal one's cultivation, so there's no need to fake it." He started to search through all the jade slips. Suddenly, he took out the beast skin map. He hadn't had the time to look at it since he obtained it in the loquat town.    

    

He spread out the beast skin and found that it was the skin of an extremely rare demon beast. It was very thin, but very tough. There was a two-inch gap on it. It was obvious that it had been cut by some kind of sharp weapon. The beast skin was very old. It meant that it had been a long time. It was unknown how many years it had been. There was a faint writing on it. It depicted a towering mountain peak. It was located at the top of the mountain peak. There was nothing else. No one knew what it was for. It was the location of the treasure. Or was it the location of the sect or the meeting place? He had no idea.    

    

Feng Yimo had only taken the beast skin because he felt that it wasn't ordinary. Now it seemed that the map on the beast skin didn't have any real use. He could only put away the beast skin and continue to look for the magic he needed to hide his cultivation in the jade slips.    

    

There were more than two hundred jade slips in total. Feng Yimo felt dizzy as he looked at them. Finally, he found a spell called Soul Concealment Spell in the jade slips of the Absolute Soul Sect. This was a technique that could hide one's soul power. It was similar to concealing one's cultivation. Cultivators could strengthen their souls through cultivation. Powerful medicinal Primordial Spirits could allow medicinal Primordial Spirits to leave their bodies. The strength of one's cultivation could be reflected from the strength of one's soul power. Using Hidden Soul Technique to hide one's soul power was naturally equivalent to concealing one's cultivation.    

    

Feng Yimo rested for a moment. After the Divine Sense recovered a little, he began to cultivate Soul Concealment Technique.    

    

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The next morning, Gou Wa came running up and brought breakfast. Feng Yimo ate his breakfast and was about to head to the Feng Family compound when an arrogant voice came from the sky. "Hahaha, whose herbal field is this? Hurry up and give me all the level 2 herbs in here. Otherwise, when I break this array, I won't be able to leave even a single strand of grass behind!"    

    

Feng Yimo was shocked. He quickly left the second floor and looked into the sky. A slovenly cultivator was floating in the air. He had a wretched appearance, but his cultivation was shocking. He was actually a Foundation Establishment Late Period. Feng Yimo secretly complained. Why did he have to be afraid of something? This guy was obviously a rogue cultivator. He came from all over the place. He quickly said in a clear voice, "Senior, please come down. If you need any spiritual herbs, please tell me. Once I've plucked them, I'll give them to you. What do you think?"    

    

The sloppy cultivator was stunned. He thought that the cultivators below would scold him loudly and fight back with all their might. Who would have thought that he would be a soft egg? However, he soon felt relieved. Through the Divine Sense, he found that there wasn't a single Foundation Establishment Cultivator within a ten mile radius. The highest cultivation base was only at the tenth level of Qi Refinement. In front of his Foundation Establishment Late Period cultivation base, he was like an ant.    

    

The defensive formation of the herbal field was fine for him to defend against a wild beast, but he could break it with just a strike of his full strength.    

    

As he descended from the sky, Feng Yimo respectfully welcomed him. He clasped his hands together and said humbly. "Senior, please move into the courtyard, drink tea, and eat some snacks. When this junior is ready, how about sending it over? There are many mosquitoes in the medicinal field. I'm afraid that it will disturb senior's cultivation. "    

    

The slovenly cultivator looked around. The medicinal field's environment was indeed not as beautiful as the Feng Family's courtyard. He had expected that a mere Stage 10 Qi Refinement cultivator would not be able to cause any trouble, so he casually ordered, "Lead the way!"    

    

Feng Yimo's worried heart was at ease. He hurriedly led the slovenly cultivator to the Feng Family compound.    

    

Feeling the powerful pressure, Feng Shanquan and the other disciples of the Feng Family ran out of the courtyard. When they saw Feng Yimo leading a slovenly and vulgar cultivator straight to the courtyard, they immediately went up to him and cupped their hands in greeting. "Greetings, senior!"    

    

Among the Feng Family disciples, there was a female disciple who looked delicate and pretty. The slovenly cultivator's eyes could not move. He stared at her graceful figure and said lewdly, "I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful woman in the wild village. Come, let's go in and have a good time. How about it?" After saying that, he reached out his dirty hand to pull the female disciple.    

    

The female disciple panicked and hastily retreated. However, she was only at the fourth level of Qi Refinement, so how could she dodge the grab of a Foundation Establishment Late Period warrior? Immediately, her right arm was grabbed and brought into the arms of the slovenly cultivator.    

    

"Uncle, save me!" The female disciple cried out in alarm. Feng Shanquan clenched his fists tightly and rushed forward, but was caught by Feng Yimo. Then, he smiled and said to the slovenly cultivator, "Senior, please stay here. You've been running and running all this time, so you should use some food and drink first. After you wash up and relieve your fatigue, it won't be too late for you to be happy. Life is a big matter, so you have to prepare carefully."    

    

The sloppy cultivator kissed the pretty face of the female disciple with his stinky mouth. He looked at Feng Yimo from the corner of his eye and said, "You really know how to do things. If you make me feel good, I'll have your benefits. Lead the way!"    

    

Feng Shanquan and the other disciples were very angry at Feng Yimo's humble attitude, but they were afraid of the slovenly cultivator's cultivation and did not dare to make a sound. They could only watch the slovenly cultivator drag the female disciple whose face was full of tears into the courtyard.    

    

"Cousin Yimo, you are your cousin. Feng Shanquan said angrily, but was stopped by Feng Yimo in time. He drew a formation with his hands. Feng Shanquan suddenly realized what was going on. He rushed into the courtyard and went to the back of the hall.    

    

In the middle of the hall, a servant had prepared a table full of dishes and wine. The slovenly cultivator hugged the sobbing female disciple and started eating. He placed his left hand on the female disciple's chest and kneaded it. The female disciple was embarrassed and felt guilty. She cried and fainted, but the slovenly cultivator still didn't let go of her hand.