Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Master Da
The soup had mostly been consumed by the Guan Family. Lin Feng's foundation was insufficient, and he could not indulge too much. In the end, Lin Feng's foundation broke through to the Legendary Realm, while the Guan Family reached the peak of the Legendary Realm, with one foot stepping into the False Saint Realm.
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
It ran out and looked at the remaining soup and meat in the Ancient Cauldron, which was nearly gone. It bared its teeth at Lin Feng, clearly displeased.
"How could I forget to give you some? Luckily, there's an Old Ghost here."
Lin Feng handed over the body of the Demon Slayer, allowing it to feast to its heart's content.
After another hour passed and everyone consolidated their foundations, they finally exited the ancient battlefield.
"We're out," one person said, quite anxious.
"Who won in the end?" The crowd gathered around curiously.
Lin Feng held up the Blood Devouring Cauldron and shouted, "I've brewed Saint's Soup! Zhu Yan Spirit Beast and Black Water Spirit Snake stewed together—it's a great supplement."
"What? The spirit snake was really slain?"
"And you even made soup with it from Divine Ruins?"
The people from Yaochi Residence showed expressions of shock. This Disciple of the Divine Ruins was quite... audacious.
Lin Feng approached Li Jing and Fire Vein with the Blood Devouring Cauldron and asked, "There's just a little broth left. Do you want some?"
"Is it really Saint's Soup?" Li Jing asked in disbelief.
"Did you really drink it?" Fire Vein was equally shocked.
Lin Feng replied, "We are all true descendants of the human race; we should not let good fortune flow to outsiders. Drink up, it's Sage medicine."
"Hehe, then let's drink it."
After Li Jing and the buried alive finished the remaining soup, their bodies underwent a tremendous transformation. Both of them were already peak legends. As long as they could capture a hint of the Sage Realm aura, they had a chance to step into the False Saint Realm.
After absorbing and refining the Saint's Soup, Earth Qi surged wildly into their bodies. Their cores underwent a significant change, gradually evolving into a true Great Dao.
Then, they touched the door to the Sage Realm, with one foot stepping into the False Saint Realm. They now had hope of entering the False Saint Realm in this lifetime.
Li Jing looked at Lin Feng and sincerely expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Lin Brother. I appreciate your help today."
"Lin Brother, I'm heading back to the Mountain Gate to cultivate now. Once I reach the False Saint Realm, I will follow your orders without question," Fire Vein added directly.
"Alright, take care, Fire Brother," Lin Feng smiled.
Then Li Jing also bid farewell and left. With the hope of stepping into the False Saint Realm, they were overjoyed and eager to cultivate day and night. If they truly became Pseudo-Saints, it would greatly enhance their sect's foundation.
After Li Jing and Fire Vein departed, other figures from the Sovereign Cultivation community gathered around, revealing flattering smiles as they asked, "Lin Brother, is there any soup left?"
"There's none left; it's all gone," Lin Feng said as he turned over the Blood Devouring Cauldron.
When...
The bell of the Yunlu Xian Sect suddenly rang out, signaling the arrival of important figures. Soon, several tall silhouettes slowly entered the Yaochi Residence. The aura they exuded was intense, as if they were carrying mountains on their backs, collapsing the void around them.
One by one, they stepped in, appearing quite aged. There were a total of eight individuals, all existing within the False Saint Realm. They were the combined forces of the Ghost Sect, the Demon Sect, and the Ancient Beast Clan, showcasing all their hidden strengths.
With eight powerful beings from the False Saint Realm walking together, the ground trembled. The void sank along with them. With each step they took, the sound of the Great Dao resonated. Each one mastered a unique aspect of the Great Dao and possessed their own Holy Might.
As they witnessed seven Pseudo-Saints arriving, everyone began to worry for the Disciple of the Divine Ruins. Given their current strength, they could barely manage to defeat two False Saint Realm experts, and now there were eight before them.
At this moment, the Yaochi Residence fell silent; everyone held their breath in shock.
Mo Pinglan personally welcomed these esteemed guests. After the eight Pseudo-Saints arrived, they cast a glance at the Disciple of the Divine Ruins but did not immediately take action or enter the Yaochi Residence to take their seats.
They stood proudly and spoke little, exuding an air of dominance that instilled fear in those around them.
Mo Pinglan was slightly taken aback and said, "Esteemed seniors, please take your seats."
One of the elders replied, "Is the Peach Banquet about to begin? It seems that none among the human race are qualified to sit with us. It would be best to drive out some of these insignificant creatures."
Dugu Po remained calm and slowly spoke up: "The Demon Sect, Ghost Sect, and even the Ancient Beast Clan that has been silent for millennia have all come forth—are we preparing for an apocalypse?"
The elder looked at Dugu Po with disdain and said, "Is this weak representative all that remains from Divine Ruins? Divine Ruins should fall from grace and become an ordinary sect. What qualifications do you have to be one of the Four Great Secret Lands?"
Lin Feng listened in anger and retorted, "Old fool, does it matter what you think about qualifications? Just because there are many of you doesn’t mean you’re strong!"
"Of course numbers mean strength. I initially intended to let you insignificant ants breathe a little longer; now it seems you wish for your own demise."
With that, the elder immediately took action. He unleashed his Great Dao Rules and displayed his most powerful Divine Ability.
Bang...
Dugu Po made his move to block, and the Guan Family immediately followed up in coordination. The fists of both sides collided, causing each to take a step back.
"Is it about numbers? Bring it on."
Another Pseudo-Saint joined in, and the two attacked simultaneously. Lin Feng and Lin Miaomiao activated their cultivation, initiating the Master Uncle Formation to face the enemy. In the battle, the Disciple of the Divine Ruins was clearly at a disadvantage.
The Divine Dragon struck, instantly shifting the tide of battle.
"Some juniors dare to be so arrogant; come at me."
"And I’m here too."
This time, they directly added two more Pseudo-Saints. A total of four Pseudo-Saints faced off against the Disciple of the Divine Ruins. The Disciple of the Divine Ruins was evidently outmatched.
Bang...
The sound of breaking echoed. Lin Feng and his companions suffered heavy blows, all flying backward and coughing up blood. If it weren't for the Holy Armor and Blood Devouring Cauldron protecting them, they would have been completely annihilated.
After landing, Lin Feng and his companions felt as if all their bones were shattered; getting up was a struggle.
"Should we kill these juniors?" an elder said coldly.
"Kill them; what use are they alive?"
"Leave the killing to me. Fresh blood and flesh are bound to be delicious."
Boom...
Suddenly, the ground trembled, and the entire Yunlu Xian Sect shook. A figure walked slowly towards them. Dressed in a long robe, with short, upright hair, he resembled a scholarly teacher. His complexion was slightly yellow, as if he were suffering from an illness.
A human, a Sage had arrived.
As the sun set in the west, he came cloaked in the evening glow, exuding an extraordinary aura. With each step he took, a powerful presence surged forth, causing the Pseudo-Saints present to feel a chill of fear.
"Who is this? Another Pseudo-Saint? Could he possibly be from the Demon Sect or Ghost Sect?"
"Shut your mouth; this is clearly the Master of the Divine Ruins."
Lin Feng and his companions suddenly felt as if they were bathed in spring breeze, their internal injuries healing at an astonishing rate. Lin Feng stood up to look at the newcomer, tears welling in his eyes as he recognized this man whom he hadn't seen for many years.
Lin Feng's journey to this day was deeply connected to this person. It was he who had led Lin Feng into the realm of top-tier cultivators. Without him, Lin Feng would never have achieved his current level of cultivation without any divine body. Now he had become a legend.
"Master Da..." Lin Feng's voice trembled with excitement.
Dugu Po and the Guan Family stood up together and spoke, "Senior Brother."
"Master Da has arrived."
"Master Shenyu has come."
The arrival of Master Da caused a great stir. In the land of Jiuzhou, Master Da was not widely known. Unlike Dugu Po, Guan Family, or Lin Feng, he had never claimed the top spot at the Jiuzhou Gathering Conference. In fact, there were no records of him ever taking action.
Yet now, with his overwhelming aura and status as the Master Brother of Divine Ruins, he bore all their hopes and expectations.
The Eight Pseudo-Saints looked at Master Da, their expressions revealing a mix of curiosity and intrigue. A glimmer of light flashed in their eyes as they attempted to discern the depths of Master Da's cultivation. It seemed to be at the False Saint Realm, yet it felt somewhat ethereal and elusive.
An elder spoke coldly, "Master of the Divine Ruins? Is this the last bastion of the human race?"
Master Da did not respond but instead approached the Divine Dragon. He extended his hand to stroke the dragon's beak, and with an unknown technique, the Divine Dragon vanished, transforming into an exquisite young girl—Wind Spirit.
Wind Spirit bowed respectfully to Master Da and said, "Thank you for your assistance, Master Da."
"There's no need for such formality, Ling'er. I've heard about your matters," Master Da replied with a light smile.
Lin Feng also stepped forward to greet Master Da, performing a deep bow. "Greetings, Senior Brother."
Master Da helped Lin Feng up, looking at him with satisfaction. "Not bad; the Divine Ruins hold promise."
Dugu Po then asked, "Senior Brother, have you finished all your tasks?"
Master Da replied, "Not quite. However, Ji Senior is helping me with the remaining matters. I was eager to come here. The next steps are up to me; you all should go rest."
"Understood," Dugu Po responded, leading Lin Feng and the others back to their original seats.
One elder continued to scrutinize Master Da, his cold gaze hiding a hint of doubt. "Though we are all at the False Saint Realm, why does your aura feel somewhat different from ours?"
Master Da calmly replied, "It's simply a matter of differing paths."
"Then how did you attain enlightenment? Why is your aura so powerful?" another elder pressed on.
"In today's era, things are different. It has become increasingly difficult to produce a Sage. However, whenever one does emerge, they will undoubtedly shake the world."
Master Da spoke calmly, yet his tone radiated immense confidence and pride. These elders had long since cultivated themselves to the level of Pseudo-Saints, sealed away until this moment in the world.
The times have changed, and so have the strong beings that arise from them.
"I would like to experience what makes the strong of your era different," he said.
"Please," Master Da replied straightforwardly.
A spirit beast from the Ancient Beast Clan entered the ancient battlefield. Its true form manifested, towering over the Mountain, with six pairs of wings flashing behind it. Master Da entered at a leisurely pace, his demeanor unchanged.
The spirit beast moved, its six pairs of wings fluttering with such speed that its actions were nearly impossible to discern. It opened its mouth and unleashed an ancient holy sword that merged with its Great Dao principles, piercing toward Master Da.
This strike represented the full power of the spirit beast. The Sage Realm signifies the pinnacle of strength in the Cultivation World. Any tricks would be superfluous; battle relies solely on one's absolute Holy Might. (To be continued...)
Comment 0 Comment Count