Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 971 - 353: Those Displaced and Wandering People

As expected, catering to the tastes of the older generation can win their favor.

Ji Jingqiu was contemplating the Baolao Dengxin Scripture when he felt an overwhelming Dao Intent pressing down. Though it was somewhat restrained, it still left him unable to move.

"Why do I sense a trace of the Phoenix Blood Flower's aura on you, boy? Don't tell me you're 'No Heaven' of the Heavenly Saint Lake."

Emperor Simurgh stood up coldly, her red dress trailing behind her.

Ji Jingqiu couldn't help but sigh. Indeed, they're all old foxes who've lived for millions of years, impossible to deceive; their expressions change in an instant.

Emperor Simurgh scrutinized the young man before her, squinting as she spoke: "You've truly created a little monster here. Is he the second He Donghuang?"

At this moment, Ji Jingqiu looked to her like a balloon about to burst.

The Dao Rhyme and vitality seemed almost tangible, overflowing from every acupoint in his body.

He's been too "well-fed" on his journey.

Taoist Qinglian shook his head, saying: "In terms of the Great Heavenly Position alone, He Donghuang wasn't this abnormal back in the day."

"How many stops has he made here?" asked Emperor Simurgh. "He hasn't been extorted too much along the way, has he?"

Taoist Qinglian chuckled: "Everyone gave him face to support him, that's all."

Gave face?

Ha.

Emperor Simurgh couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the scene.

A Federation seed that everyone tried to eliminate in advance was actually "fertilized" by Qinglian through old favors owed to him.

Such a thing could only be done by Qinglian.

Not long after the great cosmic battle, if the disciples of each family all lose to this lad, who's to blame?

"Not just that," Emperor Simurgh smirked, "I heard those few were very furious. Did you merely blackmail them?"

Taoist Qinglian casually replied: "The young ones are reckless; it's inevitable their words have an edge. They are overly sensitive."

"What did he say?" Emperor Simurgh looked at Ji Jingqiu.

"He actually advised the disciples of the Heaven and Earth Mystic Sect not to venture into the Great Universe for a while," Taoist Qinglian shook his head, feeling Ji Jingqiu's grievance, "It's for their own good; otherwise, they'd face certain death if they went there, and even a multitude of disciples couldn't withstand the losses."

Emperor Simurgh could roughly imagine what Ji Jingqiu had said back then, and her smile grew more pronounced as she looked at him.

"This time, I'll lend you the Emperor Yan for his refining," Qinglian glanced at Ji Jingqiu, feeling a bit troubled.

Accidentally gave him too much. The subsequent few probably had the idea of "overfeeding" Ji Jingqiu.

If mishandled, even his Dao Foundation could be damaged.

"Alright, consider it repaying the favor I owe you." Emperor Simurgh agreed readily.

"Additionally, give me an answer, and I promise not to meddle in this great calamity."

Emperor Simurgh waved Ji Jingqiu away and fixed her gaze on Taoist Qinglian, her tone resolute and non-negotiable,

"Otherwise, the Phoenix Blood Palace still has a Heavenly Venerable who can be reincarnated after tribulations."

Taoist Qinglian sighed inwardly.

If the True Saint Dojos of the families want to interfere with the Great Universe, besides top-level combat power, these Heavenly Venerable level powerhouses, who are willing to forgo their Daoist career, willingly lowering their position below that of a Heavenly King,

If the True Saint Dojos of each family are willing to spare no expense, then these people will loom as Ji Jingqiu's true enemies in the not-too-distant future.

"Ask," Taoist Qinglian said.

"What exactly is the Yanhuang Federation?" Emperor Simurgh asked word by word, "Is it worth you wagering so much on them?"

Taoist Qinglian fell silent.

His gaze passed Emperor Simurgh, looking toward the distant Void.

A millennium seems incredibly short to them.

But for these "young and rash" youngsters, it's long enough to wear down their edges and shatter their delusions.

In this millennium—

Some voluntarily threw themselves into cages;

Some carried heavy silence for a thousand years;

Some wandered alone in darkness, walking for a long, long time...

Qinglian raised his head, gazing intently at Emperor Simurgh, speaking calmly,

"The worst land. Search this Realm, and you won't find a place worse than here. Yet on this worst land, the most brilliant flower in this Realm has bloomed."

"My heavy wager has nothing to do with the domain of the Yanhuang Federation, nor with Daoist affinity, but with 'people'.

"In my view, a tiny Yanhuang Federation, if not for the existence of the Four Demons, could almost rival the entire Great Universe's heroes and champions."

He suddenly paused, laughing at himself: "Of course, without the Four Demons, the current Yanhuang Federation wouldn't exist either."

"Soon, Taoist Friend Simurgh, you'll meet some of these people."

Qinglian mused to himself—

Then you'll know if time wasn't so short, this "countryside", could overturn the structure of this Realm and let everyone under Heaven know the prosperity of Yanhuang Martial Arts!

Emperor Simurgh slowly frowned.

She had imagined many answers, but Qinglian's wasn't within her calculations.

First, in the worst place, what were the Four Demons coveting?

Second, a single Yanhuang Federation rivaling the entire Great Universe?

Either point was utterly absurd.

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Night.

Autumn rain pounded on the tin roof, and the autumn wind swirled leaves through the streets and alleys.

Ke Pingluan walked hurriedly, looking slightly fatigued, his clothes dampened by the autumn rain.

This was a world within the Three Thousand Yanfutu, one of the coordinates left to him by the ancestors.

The level of civilization here was similar to what the Federation was ten thousand years ago, with Martial Arts just beginning to develop.

Perhaps it was for this reason that a certain forebear of the Federation stayed here.

Ke Pingluan set out several months earlier than Ji Jingqiu and has been rushing ever since, never daring to rest for a moment.

There were four of them on this mission, and he and Qin Qingjue were responsible for retrieving the forebear of the Federation.