Chapter 1621: Advancement to the Inner Sect
"Ah!"
As Ling Feng unleashed the Ghost Eye rays again and again, striking the sea of mind of the Unrivaled Young Emperor, two overlapping screams echoed from within his body.
In the end, the once lofty Unrivaled Young Emperor collapsed to the ground, writhing and howling in agony.
"Hehe, so this is the truth behind your so-called self-crippling and rebuilding? You never truly destroyed your cultivation. You simply allowed another expert to take over your body. You are nothing more than a pitiful puppet."
Back then, the Tianzun Sacred King Art he obtained had come from a remnant soul. In exchange for power, he allowed that soul to reside within his sea of mind.
As time passed, that foreign soul gradually took control of him. He remained completely unaware and even took pride in what he believed was a great opportunity. It was nothing short of tragic.
"What are you doing... ah!"
The Unrivaled Young Emperor clutched his head tightly as he felt the other soul inside his sea of mind beginning to dissipate. Panic overtook him.
His Tianzun Sacred King Art relied entirely on that soul's power. If it vanished, all his divine skills would be crippled.
"Ling Feng! I'll kill you!"
He roared hysterically, but Ling Feng showed no mercy.
The Ghost Eye rays continued to strike. Before long, the remnant soul within him was completely dispersed. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, trembling as he felt his strength slipping away bit by bit.
In truth, Ling Feng had saved his life in a way. If that remnant soul had fully grown, it would have been the day his body was taken over.
Boom!
Ling Feng descended from the sky and stepped down on the Unrivaled Young Emperor's face.
Crack!
The ground split as his head was forced into the earth. Pain burned across his face, but the deeper pain came from his shattered pride.
He had been the exalted Unrivaled Young Emperor, a favored son of heaven. Now he was being trampled underfoot.
"I'll kill you!"
He struggled furiously, but his body was too weak. Aside from shouting, he could not move at all.
Ling Feng looked down at him with cold indifference. "What are you? What right do you have to kill me?"
Those same words had been spoken countless times by the Unrivaled Young Emperor himself. He had never once taken Ling Feng seriously.
Now that they were thrown back at him, the humiliation burned even deeper.
Just as he tried to resist again, Ling Feng snorted coldly. "Our fight is over. You are nothing special."
Bang!
He pressed down harder, forcing the man's head deeper into the ground.
The sudden surge of pain knocked the Unrivaled Young Emperor unconscious with a scream.
When Ling Feng lifted his foot, what remained was a bloodied, mangled face.
He was completely ruined. Without the Tianzun Sacred King Art and without that remnant soul, he had become a cripple. He could try to cultivate again from the beginning, but by the time he reached any level of strength, Ling Feng would be far beyond his reach.
"From this day forward, there is no more Unrivaled Young Emperor in the Dongling Immortal Pool!"
Ling Feng stood tall and declared it.
The crowd had still been frozen in shock, but his voice snapped them back to reality.
"Ling Feng! Ling Feng!"
"Junior Brother Ling is incredible!"
"What junior brother? He has already replaced Qin Zusheng. He is the new Young Emperor!"
"Young Emperor Ling! Young Emperor Ling!"
Countless voices roared his name. With this battle, Ling Feng had completely proven his strength.
Even after using his ultimate techniques, the Unrivaled Young Emperor had suffered a crushing defeat.
Since ancient times, the victor was king and the loser forgotten. People only remembered the one who stood at the end.
As for the fallen Unrivaled Young Emperor, reduced to a cripple, he would finally come to understand the warmth and coldness of human hearts. The sincerity he once dismissed and tore apart had been the most valuable thing of all.
Unfortunately, he would never regain it.
Ling Feng casually took out the letter of annulment from his opponent's robe and walked step by step toward Fairy Qingping. Without a word, he placed it in her hands.
"There is a difference between what is worth giving for and what is not. For someone like him, it was never worth it."
After speaking, Ling Feng gently patted her shoulder and turned to leave the arena.
Fairy Qingping stood there, clutching the letter, his words echoing in her ears.
Looking at the fallen Unrivaled Young Emperor, the invincible figure she once believed in collapsed completely in her heart.
Yes. Someone like him was never worth it.
Several elders rushed forward, their foreheads covered in cold sweat. When they confirmed that the Unrivaled Young Emperor was only heavily injured and unconscious, they finally let out a breath.
"That Ling Feng is ruthless."
"No. His strength is terrifying."
"His future is limitless. Perhaps in less than five hundred years, the Dongling Immortal Pool will gain another Half-Saint."
High above, the three Hall Masters exchanged glances, each seeing the shock in the others' eyes.
"I made the right call calling him Little Brother Ling."
Lei Wensheng laughed proudly. "This kid cultivates Qi, body, and spirit all at once, and all at such terrifying levels. I am starting to wonder if he is even human."
Saint Lady Bi Luo shook her head with a smile. "Enough. It is time to handle proper matters."
With that, her figure flashed and turned into a streak of green light, instantly appearing in front of Ling Feng.
Ling Feng looked up, cupped his fists, and bowed. "Greetings, Saint Lady Bi Luo."
After repeatedly using the Frost Crow's Ghost Eye, his spiritual consciousness had been heavily drained. Fatigue washed over him, and he only wanted to find a place to rest.
Saint Lady Bi Luo smiled gently and waved her hand. A soft green light descended and merged into his body.
In the next moment, Ling Feng felt refreshed, his condition restored to its peak.
"Thank you, Saint Lady."
He bowed again, inwardly amazed. Her wood-origin power was truly remarkable.
"No need to be polite."
She nodded slightly. "Ling Feng, you have fulfilled the final wager. It is time for you to meet the sect leader and advance into the inner sect."
"Haha! Little Brother Ling, don't forget our agreement. Think it over carefully. The doors of the Profound Thunder Hall are always open to you. If you join, you will be the Deputy Hall Master!"
The hearty voice belonged unmistakably to Lei Wensheng.
"Hehe, some people really have no shame. Ling Feng, you should think carefully. The Profound Thunder Hall ranks last among the eight halls. Joining them would only waste your talent."
Zuo Feiqing stepped forward with a smile. "If possible, consider the Tempest Wind Hall. I will not make empty promises, but if you come, I will teach you everything I know."
"Thank you both for your kindness. I will think it over carefully."
Ling Feng smiled faintly, then glanced at Saint Lady Bi Luo, signaling he was ready.
She understood and spoke calmly, "Enough arguing. Let us first bring Ling Feng to meet the sect master."
Once she spoke, Lei Wensheng and Zuo Feiqing stopped arguing, exchanging a final glare before falling silent.
Soon, the four of them departed, leaving the surrounding disciples stunned.
Ling Feng had not even officially entered the inner sect, yet two Hall Masters were already competing for him. One of them was even calling him brother.
From now on, Ling Feng would likely walk the inner sect without restraint.
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