Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 506 I'll grant your wish (32)

On the way back, one carriage became two, because one of them was to carry the old sect leader's remains.

Over the course of eighteen years, the body had degenerated into a skeleton.

Xiong Bufan sat in the carriage, holding dried meat in one hand and milk tea in the other. Mo Qiong stood guard beside him, while the handsome young man Yang Le drove the carriage.

This was his first real departure from the desert. Although he was still on the road, the boy's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

Everything is about to begin a new chapter; he will become a peerless hero and then return home in glory.

Even Xiong Bufan, a transmigrator, knew that burial is the best way to ensure peace. Wang Hui, the original owner's disciple, deliberately burned the original owner to ashes; she had malicious intentions.

As the weather gets colder, traveling through snow-covered mountains will become even more difficult.

Xiong Bufan returned much faster than he had come.

Finally, before the onset of winter, we returned to the foot of Moshanmen Mountain.

Mo Feng received the news early in the morning and led his disciples and grand-disciples to the foot of the mountain to welcome Xiong Bufan and Mo Qiong back.

Someone was there to pick him up, and the weather was even warmer than the desert. Xiong Bufan's mood finally improved, and he even gave the little ones a nicer look.

Mo Feng knew Yang Le's identity and assumed he was his junior brother. Upon meeting him, he took out a secret manual as a gift.

"Junior Brother Yang, since this is our first meeting, I don't have anything to give you, so please accept this."

"Thank you, senior brother."

"You're welcome. There's no need to be so polite among fellow disciples."

Xiong Bufan sat in a sedan chair, and his junior disciples carried him up little by little.

She's been riding in a horse-drawn carriage for almost a year now, and now she wants to try riding in a sedan chair to experience the difference.

Mo Qiong was visibly excited to be back on the mountain. She was finally back, but if there was another chance to go out together next time, she would still want to go with them.

The junior disciples carried Xiong Bufan in front, with the old sect master's remains behind. Mo Feng pulled Mo Qiong to the middle and asked, "Senior sister, did Master tell you the secret manual?"

Mo Qiong honestly shook her head, "No, it's probably because our martial arts skills are too low, so we can't figure it out."

What new discoveries have you made here?

Mo Feng shook his head, "No, I've tried many methods in the past six months, but I still can't crack it."

“Our martial arts skills and comprehension are still too low. Junior brother, you should not neglect your martial arts training and should not put the cart before the horse.”

Mo Feng respectfully replied, "Senior Sister is right."

"Ah."

After saying that, Mo Qiong quickly chased after him; she wanted to stay with her master.

Mo Feng thought Mo Qiong was being hypocritical and jealous. She was just envious that he could practice martial arts in the sect, which was why she talked about his low martial arts skills and talent.

The mountains are bare in winter, but this is enough to give Yang Le, who lives in the desert, a sense of awe.

"Master, does this entire mountain belong to our sect?"

Xiong Bufan: "These are all the empires I conquered."

"Master is so amazing."

"Not bad, I've always been excellent."

Before long, the group had reached the top of the mountain.

There were many more houses and trees than when Xiong Bufan left, and a large sign for Moshan Gate was hanging at the entrance.

Judging from the looks of it, Mo Feng has been quite scheming.

Mo Feng came over and helped Xiong Bufan up. "Master, please."

"Well done, I admire you."

Mo Feng suppressed his pride and said, "Thank you, Master. It's all thanks to your excellent teaching."

"I think so too."

Uncle Fu's eyes were fixed on the coffin behind him, and he was now sobbing uncontrollably. He had finally waited for the old sect leader to return; he had finally returned.

Aunt Tian stepped forward and invited Xiong Bufan into the house. "Sect Leader, please come in and warm up. There's some ginger soup that's been prepared for you."

"Thank you, Lao Tzu."

Xiong Bufan hadn't been back for a long time and really missed his bed.

Looking at the various departments set up by Mo Feng, Mo Qiong praised him as a genius.

This way they can dedicate a lot of time to practicing martial arts and no longer have to worry about their skills being inferior to others.

Mo Feng smiled, quite pleased with Mo Qiong's praise. Whether it was martial arts or anything else, he was better than Mo Qiong, a fact that no one could change.

.......

Having been back for a few days, Mo Feng began to sporadically report his work to Xiong Bufan.

Although he had been acting as Xiong Bufan's agent for the past six months, Xiong Bufan still needed to handle many things.

Mo Feng took out the letters from those sects accusing you, "Master, these sects are slandering you, saying that you have done something immoral."

Xiong Bufan took the letter and found that she couldn't understand it, but that didn't stop her from being angry. She threw the letter on the ground and said, "I've already given them face."

Mo Feng immediately knelt on the ground, "Master, please calm down."

Xiong Bufan sat in the chair like a mountain king, "Next year, you go and call them all over for me. I want to have a martial arts contest with them."

Mo Qiong respectfully massaged Xiong Bufan's legs, saying, "Yes, Master."

This move would make one an enemy of the entire martial arts world, but Xiong Bufan had done this many times before.

Mo Feng knelt down and walked to Xiong Bufan. "Master, what if they gang up on us?"

"Kill them all, then you may leave."

"Yes."

Among so many people in the martial arts world, there must be murderers who harmed Mo Chou's parents.

Yang Le felt as if he had joined a demonic sect. Every good sect would kill people at the drop of a hat. He wondered if it was too late to quit now.

Winter is the hardest time to get through, so Xiong Bufan used to sleep for a long time every winter, like hibernating, but he still ate three meals a day as usual.

In just a short while, Xiong Bufan felt sleepy again. "Mo Qiong, you can leave now. I'm going to sleep."

"Yes, Master."

The original owner's body was already in a state of death back then, and Xiong Bufan had been holding on for the past few years. If he didn't leave soon, the suffering would continue.

Kongkong: "Bufan, Wang Hui's protagonist halo will soon disappear. Then you can kill her and leave this world."

"No rush, I'm going to sleep first."

Uncle Fu is no longer involved in the team's affairs; he simply stays by the old sect leader's grave, day after day.

After Aunt Tian tried to persuade him several times, she gave up. Everyone has their own principles, and meeting a soulmate is enough for a lifetime.

Having survived the cold winter, Xiong Bufan's mental state improved.

With no excitement to be seen within the sect, Xiong Bufan began urging Mo Feng to send messages to various sects, inviting them to Mo Shan Sect to confront Xiong Bufan face-to-face about the bad things they had done.

Those sects were quite proactive in filing complaints at first, but when it came time to actually send the letters, not a single one replied.

The exciting events were temporarily put on hold, and Xiong Bufan could only continue his life of eating and sleeping.

Disciples have always come seeking the secret manual, but no one has ever actually seen it.

Some of the most brilliant minds in the martial arts world began to set their sights on Xiong Bufan, hoping to marry him and offer him a secret manual covered in writing as a dowry.