Carefree Path of Dreams Chapter 652 Kun Wu

"Master…"
Looking at the creator of the path, Peng and the others couldn't help but shed tears.
Even though it was only seven short days, the remarkable abilities and path techniques that were preached to them had undoubtedly opened the doors to a new world, and it allowed them to know about the wonders of the world.
"After obtaining the techniques that Master had passed down, it really is a good opportunity. I really want to abandon everything and go deep into the mountains to cultivate in order to achieve great results early!"
Peng realized that, among the paths that Fang Yuan had passed down, he was still most suited for practicing internal techniques.
At that moment, he took a deep breath, and he was able to feel that the essence was constantly purified into spirit within his body. Magic power was accumulating, bit by bit.
"Everyone, we have the same master who has imparted his skills, and we share the related path traditions; hence, we are similar to blood brothers. I hope that everyone can, perhaps, leave their names so that we'll know what to call each other when we meet in the future."
At this moment, a teenager walked over and said as he cupped one hand in the other in front of his chest, "I'm Kun Xie!"
"I'm Peng!"
"I'm Li!"
"She!"
A few people made eye contact before giving out their names. They realized that most of them were nearby hunters and woodcutters, and this naturally made them feel closer to one another.
However, the teenager who spoke first, Kun Xie, was actually the son of a barbarian tribe's leader, causing them to be slightly shocked.
Roar! Roar!
At this moment, a giant black tiger roared, shaking the surroundings.
This type of rude and arrogant presence was just a foot away from the Pengornis[1.Mythical bird] and Nine-tailed Fox from before.
Many animals crowded over. Even Peng could sense their ill intentions. "They… are chasing us away?"
"Hmph, Master also has a human form. How dare these creatures that are furry, have horns, are wet, or born from eggs dare to make things difficult for us?" Kun Xie cursed in a low voice, displaying his arrogance.
"Whatever… Let's go!"
Being stared at by countless animals, even Peng had goosebumps. He pulled Kun Xie's sleeves and quickly left the mountain with the others in a row.
With Fang Yuan's secret help in these seven days, those that had talent would all be able to train and accomplish something. It was common to encounter hardships in their journey.
"I am the Kun tribe's young master. Friends, feel free to find me when you need any help for cultivation!"
Although Kun Xie was a little racist, his temper was still alright when he was facing people of the same race.
"Many thanks, we'll definitely do so!"
Peng and a few others naturally agreed, and they promptly bid farewell before they went their separate ways.
"Huh?"
"Who's that?"
When he returned to his tribe, he found out that all of the people around him were looking at him strangely.
Not only that, even the whole tribe seemed to be different from before.
"What happened?"
Curious, Xuan stopped a person and finally managed to recognized the person after a long time. "You are… Jing Jun? Why have you become like this?"
"You are… Peng?"
Jing Jun rubbed his eyes and said with an unbelieving tone, "You've been missing for seven years, where did you go exactly?"
"Did you say… seven years?"
Peng felt that the situation was absurd. "I clearly went into the mountains for only seven days… Wait a moment…"
He thought about his master's power. A day in heaven, a year on earth seemed to be ordinary.
"Sigh… Since that day you went missing, everyone thought that you were eaten by a wild beast in the mountains…" Jing Jun sighed sadly. "Even your thatched hut was given to someone else."
During this generation of semi-public ownership, all of the tribe's assets and information were shared, there was no concept of owning any private assets.
Of course, within the Xuan country, there had already been a change to this.
However, this type of ideology was deeply rooted among the barbarians.
Normally, Peng would definitely be seething with anger if he was given this type of treatment.
However, he realized that, at the moment, his heart was as calm as still water, like a rippleless ancient well—he wasn't angry at all.
"Is this the "Cultivation of Heart," just like what Master spoke of?"
Peng thought puzzlingly, "Or maybe I've already grasped the path's technique, and thus, I'm not afraid? Looks like even the state of one's heart needs the support of the dharma power in order to be stable?"
"Don't be rash…" At the side, Jing Jun nagged.
"Whatever… The thatched hut is only an object, it's fine if I don't have it…" Meng smiled soothingly. "Coincidentally… I'm thinking of leaving the tribe to go live deep in the mountains."
It was only at that moment that he understood why Master appeared deep in the mountains.
If one wanted to cultivate to become an immortal, one would naturally want to be far away from social conventions in order to obtain peace among the famous mountains and rivers.
"What? You want to move deep into the mountains?"
Jing Jun widened his eyes and looked at him, the person who used to be his buddy. "Do you know how dangerous it is deep in the mountains? Wait a minute… How did you live for the past few years?"
"The past few years…"
Peng had a nostalgic expression on his face.
Suddenly, he saw a group of people and horses walking over quickly. "It's him! The escapee from before!"
He saw a man who was from a clan that he had grudges with. He rushed over happily with a few other Xuan palace guards from behind him.
"It's him…"
Peng looked at the party's pleased expression. He had long forgotten about the grudges he had against him.
Although Peng had forgotten about this in the past seven days, the other party could still remember even after seven years. This made him feel emotional.
"Xuan has its own laws. I demand that the barbarian tax evaders must all be demoted to being slaves!"
A few Xuan warriors looked at each other before charging over. The bronze dirk on their waists swayed with a gleam, containing immense danger that made it so that even Jing Jun didn't dare to move.
After all, they were Xuan warriors, and they were only barbarians.
Once they resisted, large troops would arrive, and they would be exterminated!
Within these past few years, the country of Xuan had used bloody human heads to teach the surrounding barbarian tribes to abide by the rules.
Looking at the ferocious Xuan warriors, Peng shook his head, being in a difficult spot. "What should I do… Wait a minute, Master seemed to mention a spell before! Luckily, I've just internally trained some dharma power, so I can activate and use it!"
Thinking about this, he stretched out his hands, and without any hesitation, he clenched. "Suppress!"
Buzz Buzz!
Two golden words appeared, branding themselves onto the foreheads of these two warriors.
They instantly stopped moving, as if they were wooden pillars being probed there.
"Spirit Suppressing Spell… Fix Body Spell!"
Peng looked at his own hands and was filled with astonishment.
Before this, he wouldn't even be able to imagine that he could go against the Xuan warriors.
But now? With only a small curse with dharma power, two fully armed warriors couldn't move at all. To slaughter or to injure them, he could do whatever he wanted with them.
The feeling that the power gave him was refreshing, to the point that he thought of experimenting with it some more.
"Ta… The Talented?"
Jing Jun widen his eyes and thought of the legends about the Talented. "Don't tell me that you went missing before because you went to find the exotic magical fruit?"
"This is a Celestial Path technique, it's not the result of some spiritual fruit!"
Although he knew that the other party wouldn't understand, Peng still had to solemnly explain it.
Unfortunately, regardless of how he explained himself, he was unable to stop the passionate and ignorant tribe people. They had almost regarded him as a god to worship now.
…
Regarding the misfortune of these disciples, Fang Yuan didn't want to care about it much.
Regardless, he only wanted to disperse the extraordinary seeds out through net casting this time, as well as check the plausibility of some ideas.
Looking at how things were now, everything was still going well.
"However, things like cultivation techniques require time to reap the rewards."
He looked at the giant mountain in front of him.
This mountain was located within a land of dense forests. Due to its geographical location, it had good Feng Shui, and it was able to gather good luck. Even the elemental force concentration was also high.
To describe it through celestial cultivation, there was a large spiritual vein.
"To declare and organize a sect, there must be a temple…"
Both of Fang Yuan's hands moved as if he was plucking the strings of an instrument.
Under his control, the giant mountain transformed quickly.
Multiple magnificent pavilions erupted from the ground. There was even a layer of dense fog that appeared on the outside, forming an array that cut off the outside world.
"Even if the mountain isn't tall, it will become famous with a deity… Although this mountain didn't have a name, with me, this mountain's deity is Kun Wu!"
Kaboom!
A large stone tablet appeared. On it were two large words "Kun Wu," written with lively and vigorous Yun Zhuan.
As the regular text of the Heavenly Abode, Yun Zhuan guaranteed that any cultivator or demon that saw it wouldn't misunderstand its meaning.
In the main hall of Kun Wu, Fang Yuan appeared out of nowhere and sat cross-legged on a couch.
With a thought, the various animals living in the mountain were grabbed by a huge formless force, and they were all taken out of the mountain, with the exception of a few.
One of them was a red-faced macaque. There was also a colorful golden pheasant and a jade that was emitting a colorful brilliance.
"I am the creator of the path. Today, I will organize and create the sect here. The mountain is full of wild spirits, but the only ones that I can transform are the three of you…"
Fang Yuan waved his right hand. Three rays of light appeared and entered their bodies.
Immediately, the red-faced macaque and the golden pheasant rolled on the spot, transforming into two children—a boy and a girl. The boy had bony cheeks with tattered clothings. However, the girl was cute and exquisitely shaped. She was wearing a colorful feather coat.
Lastly, the colorful stone rolled on the ground and suddenly exploded to form a child, as if it were carved from jade and was powdered. The child ran out and shouted, crisp and clear, "Greetings, Cult Master!"
Fang Yuan had used a little enlightenment spell, and he had transferred some knowledge into the sea of information that was present within them. Hence, they were able to move and act freely and effortlessly.
"Mmm."
Fang Yuan smiled while he stroked his beard. "Today, the three of you have transformed and, thus, should have a name. Since you're born from a stone, you'll be Shi Sheng. As for the macaque and Golden Pheasant, they'll be called Yuan Hong and Mei Xi respectively!"
"Yes, Master!"
The three of them were only average creatures before. Even Shi Sheng only had a little spiritual characteristic. By undergoing such a massive change, they were all overjoyed, and they all greeted him, "Thank you for giving us names, Cult Master."
"I will pass down one more charm which will possess the ability to control the 365 yellow-scarfed strong men within the palace. The three of you are dismissed to familiarize yourselves with this environment. In the future, the protection and safety of the whole of Kun Wu and this palace will be handed over to you!"
Fang Yuan shook his sleeves and three glimmering charms flew out, but his figure on the couch had vanished.
"Goodbye, Cult Master!"
The three children looked at each other. "Little boy is very adorable." Mei Xi couldn't hold it in. As if there were stars shimmering in her eyes, she pinched Shi Sheng's cheeks.
"I have a name, the Cult Master gave me the name 'Shi Sheng'!"
The child, wearing a Dudou paraded himself about. "Moreover… Since the day my spiritual characteristic was born, I'm already a thousand years old—don't call me a little boy!"
"Unfortunately, you're small!" Yuan Hong looked at the side silently. Suddenly, he replied sarcastically causing Shi Sheng to shrink into a corner to draw circles. An ancient Chinese font.Means that the child has smooth and fair skinA kind of garment.