Upon hearing these words, Luan Xiaoyao furrowed her brow. She was certain that she had never t the exceedingly confident individual before her.
The Elder of Thousand Souls Town glanced at Luan Xiaoyao with a questioning gaze. In recent days, due to Luan Xiaoyao's captivating appearance, she had encountered such eager cultivators attempting to strike up conversations several tis.
However, previously they were just lecherous old n drawn by her twin ponytails. Today was different...
Initially, both parties exercised patience. They would politely dismiss unwanted advances. However, upon discerning impure intentions, the Elder of Thousand Souls Town would swiftly intervene, either forcefully repelling or even dispatching the offenders.
The master and disciple had developed a tacit understanding.
"Master, I do not recognize this person," Luan Xiaoyao calmly addressed her master.
Upon hearing this response, the Elder of Thousand Souls Town imdiately understood. Without further ado, he gestured, conjuring a fierce burst of energy.
"Elder, please refrain from violence. I am not a malicious individual!" Chen Feng, sensing the impending danger, hurriedly interjected with an explanation.
However, he was a mont too late.
History often repeats itself.
As his words fell, he was already being blasted away by the surge of energy!
"To possess the cultivation of the Royal Stage, what a waste!"
"At such a young age, so are so eager to curry favor with those in power. Such individuals, driven by impatience for success, are unlikely to achieve greatness..."
The Elder of Thousand Souls Town expressed slight surprise, then shook his head, harboring no sense of regret. He had encountered countless young talents in his lifeti, but few would truly succeed.
Luan Xiaoyao paid little attention. Royal Stage cultivation was nothing compared to her abilities two years prior.
Let alone two years ago, during that fateful night in the capital of the Jing Nation, encountering the masked youth of her age, now renowned as a master of the Tianji Pavilion...
In this light, how could Chen Feng catch her eye?
The minor altercation did not impede their progress. This ti, heading towards Tianqiong Mountain, the Elder of Thousand Souls Town intended for his disciple to compete for a place in the Ascension Abyss.
Initially, Luan Xiaoyao harbored doubts, but encountering confident and youthful cultivators along the way bolstered her confidence.
If such individuals were participating...
Then surely she could secure a spot!
"Let us proceed," the Elder of Thousand Souls Town glanced in the direction Chen Feng had been thrown, paying no further heed.
His strike had not been fatal. If a Royal Stage cultivator were to be fatally injured by such an attack, it would simply reflect their ill fate.
Actions in Thousand Souls Town were driven by whim, and such trivial matters were of no concern.
The two continued their journey towards Tianqiong Mountain.
...
Not far away, Chen Feng was sent flying, crashing into a massive boulder.
Bang!
With his head downward, Chen Feng slamd solidly into the boulder.
Why was there always violence at the slightest provocation?
Seated next to the boulder, with his hair disheveled, Chen Feng's forrly handso appearance now resembled that of a beggar, utterly forlorn.
Squeak!
A small stone struck beside him.
Looking up, Chen Feng saw a monkey making faces at him.
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Infuriated, Chen Feng grabbed the stone, intending to throw it back.
However, as he lifted the stone, he felt a powerful surge of spiritual energy.
"This...!"
He stared at the stone in his hand, eyes wide with shock.
A fragnt of an Imperial Stage artifact!
This small stone was actually a fragnt of an Imperial Stage artifact!
Even as a fragnt, it could unleash formidable power when fully activated.
A fragnt of an Imperial Stage artifact was undoubtedly superior to an ordinary Royal Stage artifact.
What a stroke of luck!
Previously, Chen Feng would never have dared to imagine possessing an Imperial Stage treasure!
"It's all returned!"
"All of it!"
"All the opportunities ant for , Chen Feng, have returned!"
With renewed determination, Chen Feng looked toward the direction of Tianqiong Mountain.
This ti, he wisely chose not to follow the previous path up the mountain, fearing another encounter with the master and disciple.
If he were blasted away again, he might miss the opportunity for Ascension selection, which would be utterly devastating.
Forced to take a detour, Chen Feng finally arrived at the foot of Tianqiong Mountain once more.
At this mont, three figures descended abruptly from the sky above Tianqiong Mountain.
One exuded a demonic aura, with long flowing hair and a wild, ferocious deanor that made one feel as though they were being stared down by a monstrous beast.
Another emanated a chilling aura, concealed entirely beneath a black robe. Only a pair of eyes flickered beneath the darkness, chilling all who t their gaze.
The third figure sported horns on its head, towering and robust in stature, with a faint red glow pulsating beneath its skin, akin to flas...
At the foot of the mountain, countless young cultivators gazed upwards. At this mont, how could they not recognize these three individuals as the legendary Ferrying Envoys? This was their mont of destiny. Each one of them represented an unattainable existence!
"I wish to ascend to the Demon Realm! With a hint of dragon lineage within , once I ascend to the Demon Realm, I will surely transform into a mighty dragon, soaring through the heavens!"
"I…I possess an extraordinary control over the soul, far beyond that of ordinary people. I can definitely attract the attention of the Lord of the Underworld!"
"I am inclined towards the Demon Realm... There's no reason, I just am!"
"Don't even dream of it! With your ager talents, you dare hope to be chosen by the Lord? It's sheer folly!"
Many shouted out their dreams, fervent and passionate. Of course, so sneered and mocked.
So in a corner wanted to retort, but upon seeing the ones who spoke mocking words, they all shut their mouths one by one.
"I am the Holy Son of the Netherworld. If anyone doubts , feel free to co challenge before the selection by the envoys. I'll gladly spar with you."
"As long as you dare to co, I'll make sure to entertain you."
A man in black clothes looked arrogantly at the crowd. He had the strength and the confidence to back it up. As the Holy Son of the Netherworld, a peak Royal Stage cultivator, he was the strongest among all the young people present.
The crowd dared not voice their anger, only bowing their heads to continue on their journey. They didn't want to stir up trouble and affect their chances in the final selection.
Chen Feng watched the arrogant display of the Holy Son of the Netherworld. In the past, he would have definitely stepped forward to teach him a lesson, to display his righteousness...
After all, he could challenge across levels, defeating this Holy Son would be no problem at all with the Royal Stage inheritance he had just obtained, along with the fragnt of an Imperial Stage artifact.
However, now he sighed and refrained from taking action. There were more important matters to attend to before that. He was no longer the impulsive youth he once was; he needed to beco more mature.
Chen Feng looked up at the three figures in the sky, a fervent glow in his eyes. One day, he too would be like these divine figures, trampling over all beings... Life and death, are in his hands!
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