Chapter 741: Chapter 741: You are the Son of Destiny! Celebration of Holy Master’s Ennoblement
“Indeed, I have become the Son of Destiny, my status now equal to that of a Saint Realm Powerhouse, and yet you do not offer your respects upon seeing me?”
Ye Feng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression detached.
Yin Rurong retreated three more steps.
When she last encountered Ye Feng, he was the Chosen One, exceptionally favored only in the region of the Mystique Kingdom.
How much time had passed, and he had actually become the Son of Destiny!
That damned demeanor and the formidable Domain of Heaven and Earth he wielded were undeniable proofs that Ye Feng had ascended to become the Son of Destiny. It was not a façade, and indeed, his status was on par with a Saint Realm Powerhouse.
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“Met… I have met Ye Tianzi!”
Despite her immense reluctance, Yin Rurong still had to bow respectfully.
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Xue Yan was scrutinizing Ye Feng.
Tall and upright.
Young, powerful!
Handsome and charismatic.
Distinctive aura, domineering personality.
These were the labels she attached to Ye Feng.
“That’s right, Ye Feng!”
“You… you really are the Thunder Palace Celestial, Misty Sect’s Sect Master, Ye Feng?”
Xue Yan remembered something, stared at Ye Feng, and asked with an excited expression.
“It is I.” Ye Feng looked toward Xue Yan.
A newly promoted Four-Turn Quasi-Saint, quite formidable; in the absence of Saints, he was almost the ceiling of strength on the Shenzhou Continent.
“Thank you so much!”
Xue Yan quickly paid her respects to Ye Feng with a clasped-fist salute.
“I am Xue Yan, the newly appointed Holy Master of the Ice and Snow Holy Land. If not for Ye Tianzi joining forces with others to establish the Thunder Palace, I would still be stuck as a Third Turn Quasi-Saint, unable to break through for the rest of my life.”
If she hadn’t broken through her cultivation level, she wouldn’t have possibly been promoted from the Great Elder of the Ice and Snow Holy Land to Holy Master.
Ever since Yin Rurong advanced to become the Tianmiao Holy Master with her Four-Turn Quasi-Saint cultivation level, all the elders of the Nine Great Holy Lands harbored the same thought, deciding to let their subordinates who were Four-Turn Quasi-Saints take up the position of Holy Master.
By doing so, these Saintly beings could become hands-off leaders and cultivate in peace.
“Creating the Thunder Palace was for the sake of all of Shenzhou; no thanks are necessary,” Ye Feng said as he looked at Xue Yan. “I wonder what brings Holy Master Xue Yan to me all this way?”
Xue Yan produced an invitation.
“I wish to invite Ye Tianzi to attend the celebration of the Ice and Snow Holy Land in half a month’s time.”
After taking out the invitation, she smoothly wrote down Ye Feng’s name.
“Agreed.”
Ye Feng accepted the invitation.
“Thank you, Ye Tianzi.” Xue Yan hadn’t expected Ye Feng to agree so swiftly and was pleasantly surprised.
She glanced at the Dao injury in Yin Rurong’s palm.
“Ye Tianzi, as the Son of Destiny, could you please do me a favor?” Xue Yan’s voice was naturally cold but her tone was sincere.
“If you are speaking of helping the Tianmiao Holy Master heal her Dao injury, I’m afraid I cannot do it. Even if I could, I would not offer my help,” Ye Feng said, glancing at Yin Rurong’s palm, shaking his head with a frosty expression.
Yin Rurong had never apologized to him; why should he help her heal her Dao injury?
Although, he very much could do so.
But he just wouldn’t help. He just wouldn’t — just for kicks!
“Xue Yan, let’s not speak of this anymore. We’re leaving.”
Yin Rurong bit her lip, took hold of Xue Yan’s white wrist, and led her away.
In the grassland.
Ye Feng stood with his hands clasped behind him, watching as the two departed. His face unmoved, he opened the invitation only after a long while.
“It’s time to give my disciples a glimpse of the wider world.”
Ye Feng muttered.
The reason he had agreed to go to the Ice and Snow Holy Land was naturally to take his disciples there so they could broaden their horizons.
Rip!
He tore through space and returned to the Misty Sect.
News of the Ice and Snow Holy Land’s celebration spread quickly within the Sect, and hearing of it, all the disciples were eager to go.
In the Sect Main Plaza.
Ye Feng stood with his hands clasped behind him, looking at the tens of thousands of disciples within the Sect.
“The Ice and Snow Holy Land is one of the Nine Great Holy Lands on the Shenzhou Continent, located in the vicinity of the Heavenly Origin Sea, with an Ancient Saint presiding. Now, the newly appointed Holy Master Xue Yan is hosting a celebration and has invited this Sect Master to attend.”
“Anyone who wishes to go may sign up.”
The Ice and Snow Holy Land is vast.
It could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people without any issue.
However, Ye Feng did not plan to bring that many people.
Therefore, he added, “To avoid confusion due to an excessive number of people, the number of attendees must not exceed one thousand.”
“Ah!”
Upon hearing that only a thousand could go, the disciples felt greatly disappointed, but they hurried to sign up nevertheless.
One hour later.
A total of six thousand people had registered.
Ye Feng felt somewhat helpless about this.
“Proceed with the lottery.”
“There are one thousand slots, whoever draws them, gets to go.”
He swept his sleeve broadly.
In the sky, six thousand flower petals gently descended, each looking exactly alike.
“Quick, grab them!”
The disciples swiftly soared into the sky to catch them.
Each individual caught a petal and landed back on the ground, and when all six thousand disciples had gotten a petal, some found that the petals in their hands had turned into air and vanished.
Of course.
Some disciples’ petals turned golden, signifying that they had obtained a slot.
“That’s great!”
The disciples who got a slot were overjoyed.
“All those with a golden petal may follow me to the Ice and Snow Holy Land to attend the Holy Master ascension celebration. Those who remain should not be discouraged, for practicing diligently within the sect is also a fine choice,” Ye Feng said.
Having said this, Ye Feng approached the Crimson Moon Gate.
Clang, clang, clang!
Hu Feifei was once again knocking at the Crimson Moon Gate, fleecing it, and her rhythm was so catchy it was nearly becoming a musical masterpiece.
“My dear granny, can’t you give it a rest?”
From behind the light screen, the wails of the Celestial Clan’s powerhouses could be heard.
“Look, Ye Feng is here!”
“Run!”
With the arrival of Ye Feng, the Celestial Clan’s powerhouses behind the light screen scattered in panic, fearful of being cursed to death through the air by Ye Feng.
“Are they that afraid of me?” Ye Feng’s mouth twitched.
He had intended to scold the Celestial Clan’s powerhouses, but upon seeing him, whether they were Quasi-Saints or the Heavenly Emperor, all fled, depriving him of the opportunity to taunt them.
“Sect Master, you’re here!”
Hu Feifei, carrying the Hunyuan Staff, sidled up to Ye Feng, her nine pink fox tails constantly brushing against his arm, her face full of allure.
[Hu Feifei’s Upgrade Energy: 50.781％]
“Over half the required energy?”
“Not bad!”
Ye Feng was quite pleased.
“The energy increase is so slow now!” complained Hu Feifei, “It’s at least half as fast as before.”
“That’s because your combat power is growing stronger, and it’s almost reaching the rebound limit of the Crimson Moon Gate. Once you become a Four-Star Transcendent Spirit Treasure, you can no longer fleece the Crimson Moon Gate,” explained Ye Feng.
“That would be a pity!” Hu Feifei pouted.
“Alright, carry on, I’m just passing through.”
Ye Feng shook his arm and proceeded to the Heavenly Origin Sea, relocating his elegant courtyard in its entirety to the shores of Misty Sect’s Spirit Lake.
Whitefloat City.
Gong Qingqiu was busy at work.
Following Ye Feng’s orders, she was expanding Whitefloat City’s new district to the north and had built the new district at the confluence of the Fenhuo River and the Flowing Water River.
Further north would be entering the Yunxiao Great Forest.
“Thirty-five million in population now!”
Gong Qingqiu glanced at the new population statistics, “Moreover, the proportion of cultivators has reached one-tenth, the quality is exceptionally high, and as soon as the population requirement is met, we can proceed to upgrade.”
In the blink of an eye, nearly half a month had passed.
The day of Xue Yan’s Holy Master ascension celebration had arrived.
Above the Misty Sect.
Ye Feng deduced the coordinates of the Ice Snow Holy City, tore through the void, and led the thousand disciples behind him, along with several elders, into it.
Ice Snow Holy City.
This was a holy city built in a snowy region, appearing pure and immaculate against the white expanse of snow when viewed from afar.
“Sect Master Ye, welcome!”
As soon as Ye Feng and his group emerged, someone sensed the aura of the invitation he held and came forward to meet them.