Ning teleported out of the small island that lay southwest of the Central continent and went to a place in the actual continent itself.
When the world around him changed, he looked around to find himself in a deep forest. 'Right, so the city should be… this way,' he checked the direction and walked towards the city.
He had deliberately teleported into the forest so that the people that were in the city didn't see him or create a ruckus. Not only that, but he also hid his cultivation base down to an early Golden Core realm cultivator. That way, he didn't have to worry about anyone acting weirdly just because he was a strong individual.
He wanted to lay low and enjoy life while he stayed on this planet, which was going to be a while. For the same reason, he tucked away his divine sense as well, so that others wouldn't notice it and only spread it a few kilometers at most.
As he was walking, he saw people walk into the range of his divine sense, but by that time, the people on the other side had already seen him.
Ning was on the course that would meet them, so he didn't change routes or do anything like that that would make him look suspicious.
After a few minutes of walking their paths crossed. The group of people walking opposite Ning was a few old people who surrounded a young man that seemed to be their leader.
Ning was reminded of an unpleasant memory when he saw that but didn't judge the person immediately. The young man barely had a Golden Core cultivation base, which was lower than what Ning was currently projecting.
"Who are you and what are you doing in this forest?" the young man asked.
Ning frowned. "Do you own the forest?" he asked.
"No I don't, But today is the day of my hunt. You peasants should all know not to come into the forest during the days of my hunt," the young man shouted.
Ning stopped looking at the young man and instead looked at the other men beside him who were starting to cringe and show disapproving faces, but didn't stop him at all.
Ning then slowly walked up to the young man.
"Not a step further boy," the men around his said, but Ning didn't care about them. His aura suddenly flared with that of a Nascent Soul cultivator as he stopped before the kid who was now terrified.
"Someone really needs to teach you a lesson so you can stop being such a brat," he said and slowly slapped the young man. As if he had been hit by the deadliest attack of a Golden Core cultivator, he was sent back with a swollen face.
"That ruined my mood a bit. I don't think I would like this place," Ning said to himself and teleported again to go elsewhere.
He appeared in the sky somewhere and slowly drifted down until he was standing next to the road. The road was one of the long roads that connected cities in the Central Continent.
He hid his cultivation base once again and waited for some carriage to stop to let him hitchhike in it. It took him nearly 20 minutes of waving his hands every time a carriage ran by before one of them finally stopped.
The carriage was run by two middle-aged men who seemed to be at the peak of the Golden Core Realm. The door to the carriage opened and a young man in a white robe walked out. The man had a thin face with fair skin, jet black hair, and a gentle smile on his face.
His hand held a book that had no cover on it. "Hello, Fellow Daoist, do you require travel assistance?" he asked.
Ning sensed a cultivation base in the middle stages of the Golden Core realm from this young man. 'He's quite pleasant when compared to the last one,' he thought.
"Yes. I wanted to take a carriage the rest of the way instead of flying there," Ning said.
"I see," the young man said. "are you a disciple of the Five Professions Academy?"
"No, but that is my destination right now," Ning said.
"Ah, me too. I'm studying to become an Alchemist, what about you?" the young man asked excitedly.
"Me?… ah, I haven't thought about it yet. I will think about it once I reach the Five Professions city," he said.
"Oh, please come in," the young man called him in. "What's your name Fellow Daoist?" he asked.
"I'm Ning Ruogong, What about you?" Ning asked.
"I am Ender Rigot, 2nd son of the Rigot family," the young man said.
Ning didn't show any change on his face after hearing the name, but inside, he was confused beyond belief. 'What's the Rigot family? Is that a famous family?' he wondered.
He quickly hated what he was going to have to do now. Still, he opened the interface in front of him and started using it. He made some light conversation with Ender while he searched for the information on the Central continent through the system.
"What grade alchemist are you right now, brother Ender?" Ning asked.
"Oh, I'm barely a grade 4 Alchemist. I still have my ways to go before I really become someone great," he said with a humble smile.
"Grade 4? That's pretty good. I know an alchemist too, so I know how hard it is to go up the grades. It's not very easy reaching the 4th grade. If you continue down this path, you will surely make it big in the future. Who knows, you might become a 10th-grade Alchemist," Ning said.
"Haha, you jest a lot, brother Ning. Only the Saint Alchemist has ever managed to reach the 10th grade. I will be the happiest man on earth as long as I reach the 8th grade," Ender said with a smile.
"I see," Ning said. "Well, I hope you do better than 8th Grade, brother Ender."
Just then, he found the knowledge he had been looking for. Without hesitation, he clicked 'Buy'.
