Chapter 10: Demonic Sect Remnants

At night, Azure Cloud Island is livelier than during the day; many things are not suitable to be exposed to sunlight. Although it has no effect on cultivators, the atmosphere is important.

"Azure Cloud Sweet Dew, freshly picked Azure Cloud Sweet Dew, don't miss it!" The tea house owner leaned on the recliner, weakly greeting customers.

"Just picked this morning?" An outsider cultivator looked up at the Cold Toad Palace in the sky, "Was it last month's morning?"

"Hahaha!" The tea house customers burst into laughter.

"Mind your own business! I'm not taking your money!" The owner glared at him fiercely; if he could stand up from the recliner and put down the bunch of Moon Charm Flowers in his hand, the effect would definitely be better.

"Hey! Why are you so full of yourself today? This isn't your style." An acquaintance joked.

Before the owner could respond, a customer interjected, "Hey, he's definitely got his eye on some fairy from Cloud Sea City, preparing to show his face today!"

"Go away, go away, even free tea can't shut you up." The owner still lay there, refusing to get up, his eyes fixed on the end of the street.

Fu Feng and Xiao Yi also came to the teahouse with the crowd, ready to have a big meal.

It's not that they're stingy; it's just that the Cloud Immortal Realm is utterly absurd.

Last night, after cultivating for half a day, Fu Feng walked out of the secret room and felt a little hungry.

He had been in a coma these days after crossing over, but he didn't notice; after waking up, he ran off in anger and fear, and now that things have finally calmed down, his hunger can no longer be suppressed.

"Go, get me something to eat." Fu Feng ordered, then sat there with his eyes closed to rest his mind.

Come to think of it, this identity is actually not bad; having a lackey to order around is better than having nothing at all.

I'm going to degenerate, he thought.

"What's going on?" He indulged in a fantasy for a moment, then came to his senses and saw Xiao Yi still standing where he was.

"Um, sir. We don't have enough money left to buy food." Xiao Yi looked at him timidly, his expression as if saying, "Even if you're an adult, you still need to eat."

"What?" Fu Feng clearly remembered finding a large bag of spirit stones in this base, at least several hundred, which he later handed to Xiao Yi, feeling sorry for a long time.

"Sir, the Cloud Immortal Realm is unlike other realms; here the most precious thing is food." Xiao Yi said, tears welling up, he had hardly eaten a few meals in his life.

The Cloud Immortal Realm was originally just a lump of spiritual cloud refined by some great figure; after a great war a hundred thousand years ago it became its own realm, and although it has expanded over a hundred thousand years to possess the Four Great Cloud Seas, other resources are extremely scarce.

Although there are cloud beasts and cloud essences and such spiritual things, they are useless, being merely condensed spiritual energy; when they die they naturally turn back into a mass of spiritual energy. And no matter how important spiritual energy is, it's still just energy.

Therefore, in the Cloud Immortal Realm, aside from newborns, obtaining food for others is extremely difficult.

"So?" Fu Feng showed no expression.

"So, sir, how about we drink some water?" Xiao Yi smiled ingratiatingly.

Fu Feng's brows furrowed so tightly they could clamp a hot dog, "So you don't want to get some soil and grow your own?"

"It's hard; the spiritual energy concentration in the Cloud Immortal Realm is much higher than in other realms, so even low-quality spirit stones get assimilated by the spiritual energy, let alone ordinary soil." Only the Lords of the Four Great Cloud Seas in the entire Cloud Immortal Realm can farm.

As for transporting low-grade food from outside, it gets assimilated into spiritual energy upon arrival, while high-quality food is unaffordable for ordinary people.

Fortunately, for the Cloud Sea People who are born with cultivation, food is not a necessity; otherwise, a single steamed bun could throw the world into chaos.

"Alright, it seems we need to meet our own people," Fu Feng said through gritted teeth.

Who would have thought that just for a bite to eat, I would abandon the plan I had devised for an afternoon.

Walking down the street, Fu Feng finally noticed the strange architecture of the Cloud Sea Realm.

The ground was very white, whiter than white steamed buns, flat like an uncut rice cake.

The shops looked like they were built in holes dug out of cotton candy; the pedestrians were just, well, ordinary people.

All the way to the area where the Island Lord resides, the architectural style finally became familiar again.

On this side there's a small stall selling breakfast, on that side a stall frying pancakes, and there are various restaurants.

Fu Feng was so hungry his eyes were almost blurred, his two eyes lacking any luster, frightening Xiao Yi into thinking he was about to reveal his true form.

At that moment a waft of tea fragrance drifted by, and both came to their senses.

The two exchanged a glance and walked forward.

"The Demonic Sect Headquarters has been destroyed, 37,854 demonic beings have been slain, and now orders are transmitted to all islands: upon discovering any trace of Demonic Sect remnants, kill without mercy!" A heroic female cultivator stood in midair, surrounded by a small squad of cultivators from the Cloud Sea City War Camp.

Fu Feng and his companions heard those words, hadn't had a chance to say anything, when they saw a lecherous fat man fly up to flirt with her, offering flowers and asking after her health, making everyone feel creeped out.

"I say, this is too eyesore!" Someone voiced everyone's sentiment; this scene made nobody want to celebrate the extermination of the Demonic Sect.

Some teahouse patrons winked and whispered to the person next to them, then were reprimanded by a regular customer.

"You don't know a hammer!" The regular customer lectured, "This is the shop owner's daughter, hehe, she's a combat cultivator from the Kun Fish Camp."

As soon as his words fell, the two turned green, lowered their heads in embarrassment, and slipped into the crowd.

Meanwhile, Fu Feng and Xiao Yi also had their fill of water.

"This tea is really not bad." Objectively speaking, it's much better than iced red tea.

Fu Feng gulped down several cups of tea, slightly soothing his stomach.

At that moment two people suddenly entered; although they concealed their appearances, their murderous aura was truly astonishing.

"Same old!" The hoarse voice sounded like a shovel scraping the scorched rice at the bottom of a pot.

Thinking about it, it's actually not scary at all; it's just too hunger-inducing.

The shop attendant hurriedly brought them a pot of tea, then fled like avoiding a plague god.

"It's them." Xiao Yi indicated with his eyes.

Fu Feng looked directly at them without concealment, then probed.

Foundation Establishment cultivator, demonic qi infection.

Fu Feng was startled; they were truly members of the Demonic Sect.

At that moment the murderous qi duo also looked over and gave him a fierce glare.

Fu Feng turned his head away in fear, fortunately concealing his just-shocked expression.

The two fled the teahouse as if escaping, turning a few streets before returning to their lodgings.

"Sir, you?" Xiao Yi felt confused; he had expected to directly meet with the Demonic Sect members, but didn't expect them to leave without looking back.

Fu Feng said: "They are not from my Holy Sect; perhaps they accidentally obtained the Holy Sect's legacy."

What does that sir mean? Xiao Yi was shocked; he actually could discern the Demonic Cult members, that.

"Check where they usually go; the Sacred Teaching's objects must not fall into outsiders' hands." Floating Wind said.

"Yes."