Chapter 5125: Back Mountain Editor: Misty Cloud Translations Xuanyuan Mo Ze glanced at the massive black bear before turning to Feng Jiu. "Let’s go. We should scout out a suitable location first." Understanding his reference to setting up an array, Feng Jiu nodded and followed him upward. "We should establish an array around the perimeter later," she remarked as they climbed, "to prevent anyone from accidentally stumbling in." Though guards were stationed here, curious cultivators might still attempt to explore. Any array they set up would cause intruders to circle endlessly and exit unless they were instructed on how to enter. "Yes, that’s essential," Xuanyuan Mo Ze agreed, walking at a measured pace. Du Fan and the others followed behind. After circling back to a familiar spot, Feng Jiu finally chose the Peach Blossom Ridge as the location for the teleportation array. This vast expanse of peach trees was ideal—using peach blossoms as the array’s foundation would be most effective at dazzling the eyes. Once the location was chosen, Feng Jiu began weaving the teleportation array within the Peach Blossom Ridge. This array differed from ordinary ones. As ancient patterns formed on the ground, accompanied by a powerful aura, Du Fan and the others nearby could sense the immense energy within the array. Even Du Fan, an expert in arrays, found this teleportation array personally set up by Feng Jiu profoundly mysterious. The ancient patterns within the array and the energy emanating from it seemed to hold a mysterious and powerful force and secrets that defied comprehension. His astonishment deepened when he witnessed her prick her finger and drip her blood into the array. He had never encountered such an ancient and enigmatic formation. But upon reflection, it made sense. If anyone could unravel its secrets, the world wouldn’t have been separated for millions of years. After setting up the array and reinforcing it with surrounding formations, time slowly passed. They wandered through Peach Blossom Ridge, admiring the blooms, and spent the night there. It wasn’t until the next morning that she stored Green Feather and Little Black in her space, bringing them back to the Feng Manor. Family reunions always flew by. Though Feng Jiu wished she could linger longer with them, time slipped away unnoticed. She knew her business here was largely concluded, and it was time to return to the Upper Immortal Realm—for she was needed there more than here. Though her tasks here were complete, countless responsibilities awaited her in the Upper Immortal Realm. Moreover, with Mo Ze currently suppressing his power and with advancement on the brink, she needed to return early to prepare—to prevent others from sabotaging him once more. So, early that morning, she rose before dawn, intending to observe Feng Ye and Zhao Yang’s morning training. She planned to inform her parents of her departure once they awoke. Unexpectedly, on her way to the training grounds, she saw her father had also risen early. Just as she was about to call out to him, she watched him turn onto the path leading to the rear mountain. Surprised, she paused briefly before following. Truthfully, she was curious. What could her father possibly be doing on the back mountain so early? Feng Xiao rose early, and most of the household’s masters and mistresses were still asleep. The servants wouldn’t question his whereabouts, and since this was the path to the back mountain, Du Fan and the others wouldn’t come here. Naturally, he wouldn’t run into anyone. Therefore, as he made his way to the back mountain, he didn’t even consider the possibility of someone following him. Had it been anyone else, he might have sensed their presence. But this follower was Feng Jiu. If she chose to remain undetected, Feng Xiao would never know.