Chapter 427 A Cultivation Method for You

The howling winds and heavy snowfall of the Northern Wastes continued through the night—worthy of its reputation as a bitter, desolate land.

Inside the tent, Ji Wugou, now full and satisfied, leaned back with a blissful expression. But moments later, her body tensed up.

Though the tent was spacious, sharing a space with a man—especially one she’d had no real contact with before—was completely foreign territory for someone like her. As the cherished heiress of the Ji Clan, she had been heavily protected her entire life.

Now, she was curled up in the corner of the tent. She feared this situation, yet… there was a tiny spark of anticipation within her—a confusing contradiction that left her flustered.

On the other hand, Chen Fei, having eaten and drunk his fill, sat calmly by the tent’s entrance, gazing outward.

There was nothing to really see—just endless darkness. The shrieking wind carried flurries of ice and snow, hammering against the tent’s barrier.

He hadn’t expected to enter the Northern Wastes this way. Originally, he had intended to explore it in search of opportunities and advancement, but the chaotic journey had landed him here instead.

He knew that the Grand Elder of Tianqing had left a soul lamp for him. As long as that soul lamp remained lit, Mu Sect Leader and the others wouldn’t worry about his safety.

“When we reach Zhenbei City, you can contact your family or leave on your own,” Chen Fei suddenly said.

Ji Wugou’s body trembled slightly in the corner.

At first, she felt relieved—after all, the Northern Wastes were safer than the Ghost King Palace. But Chen Fei’s cold tone… what did it mean?

Thinking back on everything that had happened, especially Chen Fei’s attitude toward her, her nose began to sting with an urge to cry.

“Stop right there!” Chen Fei snapped, sensing her emotional shift.

Ji Wugou, lips trembling, fought back tears in silence.

Chen Fei was already tired of her emotional outbursts. Originally, he had thought she was just a spoiled, arrogant young miss, but she had proven to be more of a crybaby nuisance. When the Ji Clan arrived, who knew what kind of trouble they’d stir up?

Better to settle this quickly.

He withdrew his thoughts and let his spiritual sense enter the Purple Clarity Palace (Zi Qing Palace).

“Master, you’re here!” Ancestor Qu’a greeted enthusiastically, his disembodied head floating up to Chen Fei.

“Where’s that guy?” Chen Fei asked coldly, casting him a side glance.

Qu’a grinned, excited just to be spoken to. He quickly flew toward the center of the great hall. “Over here, Master! That guy doesn’t like to talk much. If there’s anything you need, just tell me—I’ll handle it!”

Chen Fei looked toward Yin Tianfeng’s soul.

He hadn’t checked the situation inside the Purple Clarity Palace for a while due to the recent chaos. But the palace naturally suppressed any spiritual body, even those at the peak of the Heavenly Dao Realm. Once someone was inside, they weren’t getting out.

Still, when Chen Fei laid eyes on Yin Tianfeng’s current state, he was shocked.

Was this really the same arrogant and proud genius?

Yin Tianfeng’s eyes were hollow, his mouth opening and closing in silence, as if speaking to invisible ghosts.

“What did you do to him?” Chen Fei asked, turning a cold glare on Ancestor Qu’a.

Qu’a immediately zipped to the side, plastering himself against a column like a guilty schoolboy. “I swear I didn’t do anything, Master! We just… chatted.”

“Chatted?” Chen Fei raised an eyebrow.

Although suspicious, he didn’t think Qu’a was lying. But that only raised more questions—

What kind of chat could make a man end up like this?

With a snap of his fingers, Chen Fei snapped Yin Tianfeng out of his trance. The man’s gaze instantly cleared—and the moment he saw Chen Fei, he lit up like a drowning man spotting a lifeboat.

“You’re finally here! You heartless bastard! You want the Formless Cultivation Method? Take it! It’s yours!” Yin Tianfeng shouted as he rushed toward Chen Fei.

His soul couldn’t cry, but the emotion was raw. Tears filled his virtual eyes.

Chen Fei was stunned.

He had prepared for a long battle of wills. For someone like Yin Tianfeng—so proud, so headstrong—it wouldn’t be easy to pry a secret cultivation technique from him. Chen Fei had even been ready to use Soul-Searching if necessary, though it would damage the integrity of the method.

Thankfully, with the Myriad Dao Scripture as his foundation, he could repair any lost pieces—perhaps even improve it.

But soul-searching consumed immense mental energy and had to be done in a safe and stable environment. He had only come today to check in on Yin Tianfeng.

Who knew the man had already collapsed?

Clearly, this was all Qu’a’s doing.

Chen Fei had originally considered disposing of Qu’a—the guy had little value and was only kept around because the palace felt too empty. But now? Maybe he wasn’t entirely useless.

“Take this,” Chen Fei said, tossing a rare pill at Qu’a.

He believed in rewarding merit and punishing failure. Without Qu’a’s “conversation,” Yin Tianfeng wouldn’t have broken so easily.

Qu’a’s eyes widened as the pill floated toward him. He stared at Chen Fei with genuine reverence. “Thank you, Master! I will guard this place with my life!”

Chen Fei waved dismissively, then turned to Yin Tianfeng.

The man was truly broken—terrified of Qu’a, who now floated nearby with a gentle, eerie smile.

Yin Tianfeng raised his eyes, filled with both pride and humiliation. “The Formless Cultivation Method… was developed through years of effort by Tianmi Sect. It draws from the strengths of hundreds of techniques. Even within the sect, I was the only one granted permission to practice it!”

Chen Fei raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

Then, with a casual motion, he summoned Qu’a next to him.

The ghostly old face floated up and grinned brightly at Yin Tianfeng.

Immediately, the haughty look on Yin Tianfeng’s face crumbled. His soul even began to quiver, trembling as if on the verge of collapse.

“I’ll give it to you right now! Just make him leave!” Yin Tianfeng cried, panic written all over his ethereal form.

Chen Fei said nothing, watching him with an expression of amused disdain.

Just this? You’re the genius of Tianmi Sect, and this is all it took to break you?

Qu’a lit up at the sight of another chance to “help.” He rushed forward, full of excitement.

“Ah yes, where were we last time? Oh right, it was the 38th year of the Tianjing Era! Ah, those were the days… I was just a boy, still peeing in mud and chasing frogs… ah, what memories…”

Once he started, there was no stopping him.