After parting with Long Daozhi and the others, they returned to the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Chu Feng, accompanied by Yu Ting, headed to the former residence of Zhuge Yuankong.
Due to the distance, they relied on an ancient teleportation array.
Within the array, tools could be used to speed up travel, allowing Chu Feng and Yu Ting to rest or cultivate.
However, Chu Feng was still curious about Yu Ting and Wolong Martial Sect, particularly about Ziling. Unable to resist, he began questioning Yu Ting.
“Miss Yu, if I’m not mistaken, you’re a Spiritist who has mastered the Dragon Transformation Sensation,” Chu Feng said.
“Yes, First Rank Dragon Transformation,” Yu Ting replied.
“Indeed, First Rank Dragon Transformation,” Chu Feng thought, having suspected as much.
Even so, he was impressed by her confirmation.
In Chu Feng’s view, Yu Ting was likely young, possibly still a junior.
Mastering First Rank Dragon Transformation at such an age was remarkable in the Holy Light Galaxy.
After all, the most renowned junior Spiritist in the Holy Light Galaxy was Lü Jie, disciple of the Enlightened Sage, who was no longer a junior and reportedly only at Second Rank Dragon Transformation.
This showed how extraordinary it was for someone under a hundred to achieve First Rank.
Otherwise, Chen Guang and Yue Yang wouldn’t be considered genius Spiritists, nor would Long Nanxun and Long Ruiyun praise them so highly.
“Miss Yu Ting, what’s your martial cultivation level?” Chu Feng asked.
“Fourth Rank Supreme,” Yu Ting answered.
“Fourth Rank Supreme?” Chu Feng was astonished.
Though he knew Yu Ting was exceptional, he had underestimated her.
Fourth Rank Supreme in martial cultivation and First Rank Dragon Transformation in Spiritist techniques.
While Chu Feng was deemed a genius, compared to Yu Ting, he might not qualify.
As peers, though Chu Feng slightly surpassed her in Spiritist techniques, his martial cultivation lagged far behind.
“Don’t look so shocked. In Wolong Martial Sect, I’m the weakest disciple,” Yu Ting said.
“No way, with your strength, you’re the weakest?” Chu Feng’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
With her prowess, Yu Ting would be a top genius in the Holy Light Galaxy, yet she was the weakest in Wolong Martial Sect.
How strong were the sect’s disciples?
Amid his shock, Chu Feng thought of something that sparked a hint of delight.
If Yu Ting, with such strength, was the weakest, then Ziling, previously considered the sect leader’s successor, must be even stronger.
So, Chu Feng asked, “Miss Yu, what’s Ziling’s cultivation level?”
“Ziling’s Spiritist technique isn’t as good as mine, that’s her weakness. But her martial cultivation far surpasses mine. When she was confined to the Forsaken Land by the sect leader, she had reached Ninth Rank Supreme,” Yu Ting said.
“Ninth Rank Supreme?” Chu Feng was both shocked and thrilled.
Though prepared, Ziling’s level still stunned him.
Back then, Ziling was far inferior to him, and Chu Feng’s progress had been rapid.
Yet, in just a few years, Ziling had surpassed him by so much.
Still, he was happy for her.
Ziling’s talent was less than his, so her achievements must have come from greater hardships, and only such strength justified her efforts.
“Ziling said her cultivation and talent were far below yours. Her current talent is due to help from one of your relatives. So, when I saw you, I was disappointed. I thought you’d be strong, but you’re only First Rank Supreme. Since your relative could elevate Ziling’s talent so dramatically, why didn’t they help you?” Yu Ting asked.
“Well, my relative wants me to rely on myself,” Chu Feng said with a smile.
That relative was, of course, his father.
Ziling’s achievements were inseparable from his father’s aid, indirectly proving his father’s power.
Yet, despite his strength, his father didn’t help him, and Chu Feng didn’t resent him for it.
He knew that with his father’s help, he could grow quickly in the short term, but at a certain level, breakthroughs might stall.
By relying on himself, growing slowly, he might achieve different results.
“Helping you but choosing not to, letting you grow on your own? I can’t understand that,” Yu Ting said with a cold laugh, full of skepticism, likely doubting Chu Feng’s words.
Chu Feng didn’t blame her.
Most martial cultivators wouldn’t understand.
It’s known that stronger clans produce more geniuses.
A cultivator’s talent matters, but guidance and support from the powerful are often more crucial.
Chu Xuanyuan’s approach to raising Chu Feng was hands-off, contrary to most people’s methods of growing stronger, naturally earning little approval or understanding.
“By the way, since your relative could enhance Ziling’s talent, they must be formidable. Why not ask them for help? They might not help you, but they might save Ziling,” Yu Ting suggested.
“My relative isn’t in the Holy Light Galaxy anymore,” Chu Feng said.
“I see,” Yu Ting replied, disappointed.
Afterward, she grew quieter, as if unwilling to talk further.
Sensing this, Chu Feng didn’t press her, instead focusing on studying his Supreme Forbidden Martial Skill.
After a somewhat lengthy journey, they finally exited the ancient teleportation array.
They arrived at Zhuge Yuankong’s old residence, atop a mountain.
The mountain was desolate, overgrown with weeds, devoid of even a snake.
No spirit beasts or ordinary animals inhabited it.
Truly a forsaken place, where no cultivator would be found for millions of miles.
Yet, atop this mountain stood a cluster of thatched cottages, Zhuge Yuankong’s former residence.
Flying through the air, Chu Feng intended to head straight to the cottages to search for clues.
But unexpectedly, Yu Ting descended, landing at the mountain’s base.
Then, she did something that surprised Chu Feng.
