The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 745 - : Feng Chuan, The Celebration Ends, Three-Star City Assessment
Chapter 745: Chapter 745: Feng Chuan, The Celebration Ends, Three-Star City Assessment
Disciples of Misty Sect couldn’t believe their eyes.
They knew Ye Feng was powerful, but when they heard that today’s opponent was of the Saint Realm, they were all incredibly fearful.
Yet, Ye Feng still won!
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He is the Son of Destiny, who with Dao Fire Incineration, killed the ultimate incarnation, which was akin to personally slaying a Saint Realm expert.
This is, truly invincible!
“Sect Master is mighty!”
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The disciples bowed one after another, their voices merging together, shaking the heavens and the earth, also awakening the people from the various major powers.
“We’ve seen the Son of Destiny.”
“We’ve seen Ye Tianzi (Son of Ye)!”
People from the major powers saluted one after another.
Domain of Heaven and Earth, inducing Dao Fire, slaying a Saint Realm expert; any one of these achievements was enough to elevate Ye Feng to the divine altar.
And Ye Feng, with all three achievements combined, was a god!
Especially with the identity of the Son of Destiny, he could sit on an equal footing with those of the Saint Realm, even if the likes of Yin Rurong and Xue Yan from the Holy Lands were there, since they were only Four-Turn Quasi-Saints, they were ranked half a generation lower.
“Ladies and gentlemen, you flatter me.”
Ye Feng waved his hand and sat down in his seat, “The external enemy is dead, continue the music, continue the dance!”
The ennoblement ceremony for Xue Yan continued.
People mingled, clinking their cups, occasionally casting reverent glances towards Ye Feng.
Only a few individuals had ugly expressions on their faces.
Whoosh!
Yin Rurong was so furious she tore through the void and left the ceremony early, not wanting to see Ye Feng any longer.
In the crowd.
The camp of Wanzong Holy Land.
A young man, at the sevenfold Void Break Realm, sat at the seat, watching the elders of the Holy Land toast and drink, but his mood was extremely poor.
“Feng Chuan, why do you look so downcast?”
An elder at the Heavenly Emperor level looked at the young man with puzzlement and asked.
The one addressed as Feng Chuan’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly clasped his hands, saying, “Nothing much, it’s just that I’m thinking about the difficulty of a certain Divine Skill and got a bit troubled.”
“Could it be the ‘Myriad Streams towards Primordial,’ the most difficult Divine Skill of our Wanzong Holy Land, that even you find tough?”
The people around him asked curiously.
“Yes.” Feng Chuan nodded.
“Hahaha!”
“Stop thinking about it, that Divine Skill was created by the Old Saint Master of our Wanzong Holy Land, one of the top Saint-level Divine Powers, where even ordinary Saints find it difficult to unleash its full power. You are still young, take your time.”
“Yes indeed!”
“That was from our Wanzong Holy Land’s peerless genius, who possesses a sacred grade foundation and reached the sevenfold of Void Break in just decades, and becoming a Saint in the future is not a problem. Don’t rush.”
“It’s said that you are also a Chosen One, too bad Ye Sect Master has already become the Son of Destiny, otherwise, with your talent, you wouldn’t have any problems becoming the Son of Destiny in the future.”
“Hush! Speak carefully!”
“Indeed, now that Ye Sect Master has become the Son of Destiny, we should no longer bring up this matter to avoid drawing his ire.”
The Celestials and Quasi-Saints of Wanzong Holy Land talked in low voices.
Feng Chuan greeted them with a smile.
He glanced at Ye Feng in the distance, his face radiant with smiles, but his heart was filled with hatred.
“Ye Feng, you really deserve to die!”
“Taking my spot as the Son of Destiny, I, Feng Chuan, swear, I will make sure you die!!!”
The seeds of hatred were planted in Feng Chuan’s heart.
Half a day later.
The ceremony for Xue Yan’s ennoblement as a Saint Master finally concluded.
“Thank you for your hospitality; please excuse my departure,” Ye Feng bid farewell to Xue Yan, Yueye Xue, and others of Ice and Snow Holy Land.
“Son Ye, take care!”
“Son Ye, be well.”
The crowd stood up to see him off.
Rip!
Ye Feng tore open the void, bringing the Misty Sect disciples with him, disappearing from sight.
Soon after, everyone dispersed.
Half a day later.
Heavy news spread throughout every Star-Level Force on the Shenzhou Continent, even the smaller forces under those major powers received this shocking news one after another.
A Son of Destiny was born on the Shenzhou Continent!
He is, Misty Sect’s Sect Master, Ye Feng!
Donate money!
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Misty Sect.
Ye Feng sat on the Sect Master’s throne, listening to Elder Gong Qingqiu and others’ reports, nodding occasionally.
“Very good, not bad!”
“Continue to develop, and strive to ensure that within half a month Whitefloat City is promoted to a Three-Star City, allowing our Sect to meet the Four-Star requirements.”
Ye Feng looked around and said so.
“Yes,” Gong Qingqiu and the other Elders nodded in succession.
Shortly thereafter.
The Sect meeting ended, and everyone busied themselves with their respective tasks.
Ever since Ye Feng revealed the identity of the Chosen One, the over ten thousand people of Misty Sect had been greatly invigorated, walking with their heads held high and faces brimming with pride and self-esteem, even when carrying out missions.
“I had no choice but to reveal my identity as the Chosen One,” Ye Feng felt a bit troubled.
During the battle with the ultimate incarnation, even the Saint Emperor Sword was no match for him; he had to use Dao Fire.
As a result, his identity was inevitably exposed.
Not to mention whether he would be envied by the people of the Shenzhou Continent, just the Celestial Clan of the Suspended Mountain would definitely regard him as an arch-enemy that must be eliminated.
“I’m going to be in even more danger from now on, alas!”
Ye Feng sighed helplessly.
[Prestige Points +29,828,721]
[Power of Faith +872,655,712]
However, there were also benefits.
For instance, the surge in Prestige Points and Power of Faith. In a little while, the Power of Faith would reach three hundred billion, entering the Heavenly Emperor level and fulfilling the Five Qi Dynasty condition.
…
In the following period, Ye Feng spent his days writing and painting, occasionally imparting guidance to Sect Disciples or deducing various Divine Skills and Spells, binding them into volumes and tossing them into the Scripture Pavilion.
“Wow, the Scripture Pavilion has added six new Divine Skills.”
“My volume is signed ‘Anonymous Buddhist’.”
“Mine is signed ‘Additional Money Buddhist’.”
“Over here, it’s ‘Very Profitable Great Emperor’.”
Voices of Disciples occasionally echoed from the Scripture Pavilion, all discussing the creators of the newly released Divine Skills and Spells.
What they didn’t know was one thing.
Whether it was “Additional Money Buddhist” or “Very Profitable Great Emperor,” all those names were randomly penned by Ye Feng, all in the pursuit of staying low-key.
No one knew that a great majority of the Divine Skills and Spells in the Misty Sect’s Scripture Pavilion were in fact created by Ye Feng.
Had they known, they would have surely been deeply shocked.
…
The news of Ye Feng becoming the Chosen One spread, and the entire Shenzhou Continent was abuzz with excitement.
Even the Sea Domains were shaken.
In the Underwater Imperial Palace of the Eight Elemental Seas Clan.
Ling Yue, holding the Eight Elemental Sky Halberd, sat on the Empress’s throne, her eyes filled with shock as she listened to the news from the land.
“Sect Master Ye has actually grown to this stage!”
“He is not only a Thunder Palace Celestial but also the Chosen One, and he can even slay experts in the Saint Realm, with unmatched divine might… then, does my effort even have any meaning?”
She began to tremble.
Ling Yue almost had a mental breakdown.
To avoid standing beside Ye Feng merely as an ornamental vase, she had exerted herself desperately.
But instead of narrowing the gap with Ye Feng, it only grew wider, as if they were worlds apart, one a Celestial, the other a mortal.
Their realms were simply unattainable!
“No!”
“I must not be discouraged!”
“I need to keep trying, I can do it!”
Ling Yue took a deep breath and secluded herself to break through her realm.
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Misty Sect.
Now it was half a month after the battle of the Ice Snow Holy City.
Due to Ye Feng being the Chosen One, and publicly slaying the ultimate incarnation at the Saint Realm level, the fame of Misty Sect, Whitefloat City, Mystique Kingdom, and other places soared.
In just half a month, nearly twenty million cultivators had moved into Whitefloat City, becoming local residents.
“Sect Master, Whitefloat City finally meets the requirements to advance to a Three-Star City!” Gong Qingqiu reported, with a thick list of city residents, to Ye Feng, who was watering the plants at the summit of Misty Peak.
“Good!” Ye Feng put down the watering can.
“Next, send a message to Third Prince Ling Luotian and say that Whitefloat City is applying for a Three-Star Level Assessment.”
“Yes!” Gong Qingqiu quickly arranged it.
One hour later.
At the City Lord’s Mansion in Whitefloat City.
A team led by the Third Prince Ling Luotian of Mystique Kingdom assembled to begin the evaluation of Whitefloat City’s promotion.
Atop Misty Peak.
Ye Feng saw this scene through the Destiny Treasure Bead.
“Whitefloat City is finally going to be promoted to a Three-Star Level, and soon, Misty Sect will also meet the Four Star Level conditions. The sixth phase of the Sect Master’s task is finally drawing to a close.” Ye Feng whispered, full of anticipation.
[Good night!!!]
