With a flash of green light, Feng Jinghong appeared in the Huntian Hall, standing quietly on the side of the golden chair, looking at Di Jiutian and the young man named Zhan warily.
Feng Jinghong felt that Tianhun entered the nine-turn soul-forging furnace and began to forge the soul. Not only was there no sharp pain like the previous ghost forging, but there was a lazy and gentle feeling. This made him feel relieved and gently
He smiled and stepped down from the golden chair.
"What, do you two want to compete with Feng?" Feng Jinghong completely ignored the murderous aura in Emperor Jiutian's eyes, patted Youyou on the shoulder, and asked as if nothing had happened.
"Brother Feng was joking. Zhan was just surprised by Brother Feng's performance just now and had no other thoughts!"
The young man surnamed Zhan cupped his hands and took a step back to express his position.
"Why, brother Emperor, you want to have sex with Feng? It's just that it doesn't seem convenient here. It's a great opportunity."
Feng Jinghong nodded indifferently, glanced at the main hall, pointed to the golden chair in front of him and said.
"Hmph, I want you to look good during the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference!"
Di Jiutian glanced at Feng Jinghong fiercely, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards the depths of the main hall.
Seeing Di Jiutian walking away, the young man surnamed Zhan flashed a trace of disdain in his eyes, nodded lightly at Feng Jinghong, and followed suit.
"Sister Youyou, I wonder if you have found what you are looking for?"
Feng Jinghong had heard before that Youyou was looking for something in the Huntian Palace, so Feng Jinghong asked this question.
"No, but there is a clue. I'm afraid I have to go to the end of these golden chairs to find it."
Youyou shook her head and looked at the depths of the hall with blurred eyes, where the lights were dim and exuded a mysterious atmosphere that made people yearn for it.
"Then let's go. Maybe these golden chairs will never shine again? It will be the end soon."
Feng Jinghong could see that Youyou seemed worried since entering the hall, and Pang Wuliang was the same. They all seemed to be looking for something, so they said comfortingly.
"Hehe, little brother, if you want to comfort your sister, you can pledge yourself to me!"
Youyou suddenly smiled, so charming that Feng Jinghong was almost confused by it again.
"Sister Youyou is joking, how dare Jinghong. I am from a humble background and have little strength. I know I am not worthy of you, sister."
Feng Jinghong smiled bitterly and shook his head. At that moment, he almost nodded in agreement, even if it was just a joke. Who wouldn't want to have such a stunning beauty, but he knew very well that he was carrying the blood feud of his parents and master.
, is destined to move forward in blood and war, and he cannot give Youyou a stable life.
"You are still young, and you have a bright future in the future. Besides, we cultivators don't have to stick to sectarian opinions. If we can't find a Taoist partner in the future, my sister will marry you as my wife. Do you agree?"
Youyou seemed to see Feng Jinghong's inner struggle. After saying these words, a wisp of fragrance floated away.
"Oh, Qingxin, don't worry. Before I get my revenge, I will never ignore everyone because of my own selfish desires. Besides, the gap between us is too big."
Feng Jinghong knew that Youyou took the first step because he saw Ye Qingxin standing up from the golden chair. He didn't look back and sighed.
"If Uncle Feng is interested, with your current strength and potential, she may not really agree to you!"
Ye Qingxin's tone was neither cold nor indifferent, but Feng Jinghong felt a sense of alienation in her ears. This was the first time Ye Qingxin called her uncle since meeting Youyou.
"Qingxin, you don't know that Sister Youyou was born in a big cultivation sect. Her sect has eighteen cultivation sects like ours, Longyin Sect, among which there are countless elites. There is an 'Eighteen Sects Competition' every year. The top three talents are
After entering her sect, I can't even become a core disciple, I can only become an inner disciple at most. My strength is just a joke to others."
Feng Jinghong's family knew their own affairs well, let alone a young monk in the foundation-building period. Even if he used the entire Longyin Sect as a betrothal gift, he would not be able to impress the Yingui Sect and marry a beautiful girl like Youyou to him.
The view of the family is very important among secular mortals, and it is even more important in the world of cultivation. That's why there is talk of strong alliances. Since the status is not equal, naturally there is no right to speak. As a man, Feng Jinghong naturally does not want to be dominated by a woman, let alone
What's more, even if Youyou marries him, no matter how high his achievements are in the future, in the eyes of others, it will be because he married a good wife, not because he works hard enough!
"If one day you can carry forward the Dragon Yin Sect and have a place in the human world, then anything is possible!"
Ye Qingxin suddenly said firmly, with a rare hint of yearning appearing in her usually calm eyes.
"Have a place in the human world? Haha, then we must at least promote the Longyin Sect to a sect. In other words, we all have to successfully advance to the realm of gods. It is not easy!"
"You don't believe in yourself, or you don't believe in us surviving disciples?"
Ye Qingxin asked curiously.
"It's not that we don't believe in ourselves, and it's not that we don't believe in you. Our goal now is revenge, and we can't consider other things. What do you think?"
What man doesn’t want to stand on the top? The so-called infinite scenery is on the dangerous peak. Standing on the top of a world is naturally very beautiful, but that kind of result is something Feng Jinghong can’t even think about now. He is a monk in the foundation building period, and he can’t even have a family feud.
If you can't repay, what qualifications do you have to stand at the top of the world?
"I believe in you, you will reach that level one day!"
Ye Qingxin's tone was full of unquestionable firmness, as if she was not talking about anyone else, but herself!
"I hope so! Let's go. If we don't go, we will fall behind!"
Feng Jinghong looked calm and walked towards the depths of the hall.
None of the dozens of remaining golden chairs lit up. Not only Feng Jinghong, Ye Qingxin, Youyou, Di Jiutian, and the young man named Zhan were all the same. The young man named Li who came from behind was also a little confused, and neither did he.
Let any golden chair light up, including Pang Wuliang and the girl in purple. Eight people stood in front of the last four golden chairs.
"Everyone, everyone must know that legend, right? It seems that we are about to embark on the road to heaven. If we can be together on this trip, please take care of us!"
"Legend? What legend?"
Feng Jinghong had no idea what the young man named Zhan was talking about, so she couldn't help but ask.
"Humph, you are ignorant, how can you enter the Huntian Palace like this!"
Di Jiutian made no secret of his disgust for Feng Jinghong.
"Huh, don't forget, without Brother Feng, you, the emperor, wouldn't be able to come here!"
Pang Wuliang's injuries are all healed, and he naturally has the confidence to speak.
"Okay, stop arguing. Since Brother Feng doesn't know, then Li will say a few more words."
No one objected to the words of the young man surnamed Li. After all, everyone owed him a favor, not to mention his terrifying strength. The power of that sword was deeply felt by everyone present.
Seeing that no one spoke anymore, the young man surnamed Li nodded with satisfaction before speaking.
"It is said that anyone who enters the Huntian Temple has the opportunity to be selected by the upper world and ascend directly. However, over the past many years, as long as those who have entered, nine out of ten have not left. Even if there are people who have gone out, it is the same saying, so
This Huntian Palace is called the Jiuji Climbing Road to Heaven, and the word "climbing to the sky" comes from this. Brother Feng, do you understand now?"
"I see, what if the people who come in don't want to go to the upper world?"
Feng Jinghong didn't want to go to the upper world now. He had a blood feud that he had yet to avenge, so how could he abandon his affairs in the human world and leave.
"Oh? Brother Feng doesn't want to go to the upper realm? It is a higher level of cultivation resort. No matter the vitality of heaven and earth, spiritual herbs, magical medicines, magic weapons and techniques, they are not comparable to the barren human world."
The young man surnamed Zhan was a little surprised. Ascension is the biggest wish of every cultivator, but some people actually don't want to go.
"I still have some private affairs to take care of in the human world. What's more, I know nothing about the upper world. I may not have a foothold in the upper world. I'd better wait for a few years."
"Haha, how many years have passed? Not even one out of ten can survive the catastrophe of ascension. Who do you think you are?"
Di Jiutian's ridicule sounded again, and Feng Jinghong, who had always been open-minded, couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"For a person who doesn't even have the confidence to ascend to the upper world, Feng doesn't know how far he can be and how far he can go in his cultivation."
Feng Jinghong's words hit the nail on the head. Although he didn't mention his name, everyone knew he was talking about Di Jiutian.
Di Jiutian was stabbed in the painful spot in his heart by Feng Jinghong's soft knife. His face flushed instantly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was revealed without concealment.
"Brother Emperor, please don't take action, otherwise Mr. Li will turn against you."
The young man surnamed Li seemed to be partial to Feng Jinghong. His eyes opened and closed, but the thick blood in his eyes made everyone feel chilled.
"Brother Li, don't be angry. There are only eight golden chairs left. Should we go there together or change them one by one?"
The young man named Zhan broke the silence.
Before everyone could make a decision, the eight golden chairs turned slowly and were arranged in two rows. There were three seats in the first row and five seats in the second row. Each golden chair exuded a dazzling light, which was brighter than the previous one.
It's all dazzling.
"This is?"
Everyone opened their eyes wide, including the young man surnamed Li, who had his eyes closed all the time. The same question was on everyone's mind.
Although some of the people present had heard the legend of the Huntian Temple, it was just a legend and no one had ever seen it. Therefore, the abnormal change in front of them made everyone focus on the golden chair.
"Congratulations to all of you for coming here."
A calm voice broke the silence in the hall, and eight figures slowly appeared on the eight golden chairs. They were the projections of everyone in the hall!
"Who are you!"
The blood in the eyes of the young man surnamed Li kept flashing as he looked around.
"With the power of the Huntian, the three kings and the five envoys, as long as you sit on the corresponding golden chairs, you can ascend to the spiritual world and enter my Huntian Palace. From now on, the sky and the sea will be vast for you to roam!"
"What if I don't want to go?"
Feng Jinghong's voice sounded suddenly, and her rapid breathing sounded particularly loud.
"Don't want to go? That's okay. Those who give up will be rewarded by the Huntian Palace to meet your one request. Of course, it is within my ability!"
"What, there's a reward for giving up?"
The quiet crowd exploded, and the loudest one was Di Jiutian!
"Yes, our Huntian Palace aims to benefit the human world. You have reached this point, and your qualifications are pretty good. If there are any who want to quit, you can bring them up."
"I'm not going to the spirit world."
Feng Jinghong's calm voice made Ye Qingxin breathe a sigh of relief, and Youyou seemed to feel much more relaxed.