Chapter 668: Chapter 668: Sect Meeting, Third Year Development, Annual Conference
“Terrifying!”
A genius from the forbidden area was greatly shaken in his heart.
His strength was overwhelming, a true top heavenly emperor, with ferocious battle prowess that was no less than Xiao Cangtian.
Originally, he had planned to find time to challenge Ye Feng.
But today, before he had the chance to issue a challenge, he witnessed with his own eyes the terrifying scene of Ye Feng tearing apart a top heavenly emperor.
“Damn it, how can he be so strong!”
The genius from the forbidden area quickly tore up the challenge in his hand, trembling with fear, he hurriedly fled back to the forbidden area, not daring to show himself for the time being.
The other onlookers were also struck dumb.
Among them were Quasi-Saints like the city lord of Jiaoyang Holy City, who, after witnessing Ye Feng overwhelming the Supreme Gold Prophet, all realized something.
Ye Feng was too terrifying!
Last time, in the battle against Xiao Cangtian, he was only able to overpower a top heavenly emperor, unable to annihilate him.
But recently, Ye Feng was able to annihilate the Golden Dragon Great Elder, a top heavenly emperor, shocking everyone.
Today, Ye Feng’s performance was even more ferocious.
He actually burst forth with Quasi-Saint level cultivation!
And his aura was several times that of an ordinary One-Turn Quasi-Saint.
This was very terrifying!
“What a Ye Feng, to think that he quietly rose above me, this… this is simply outrageous!”
In the holy land of Jiaoyang Holy City, the city lord slammed his armrest in anger.
In the entire Jiaoyang Holy City, he was the only One-Turn Quasi-Saint. The rest of the powerhouses were basically at the heavenly emperor level.
“Sigh, Ye Feng is no small matter now.”
“It hasn’t been long, and he has already reached this level. If this continues, will we not have to mobilize those old fellows from the holy land to contain him?”
The city lord of Jiaoyang Holy City murmured to himself.
As the city lord, his duty was to protect Jiaoyang Holy City, manage the certification of Four Star-level sects from all sides, and pay attention to various geniuses.
Some people with extraordinary talents, once recruited by the holy land, would generally enter the holy land’s minor world to cultivate.
Take Princess Yuzhu, for example.
Once she became a heavenly emperor, she would mostly stay in the Jiaoyang Realm, no longer staying in Jiaoyang Holy City.
In the Jiaoyang Realm, apart from the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, a true Saint Realm powerhouse, there are also numerous Quasi-Saints.
Their talents are all extraordinary, cultivating hard every day.
They don’t show themselves ordinarily, but once needed, they will leave the Jiaoyang Realm.
As for the city lord of Jiaoyang Holy City, his talent wasn’t very high, reaching One-Turn Quasi-Saint was his limit.
Therefore, he became the city lord of the holy city.
On the surface, it seemed glorious, but the bitterness inside was something only he could understand.
“Sigh, I’ll have to go see the Saints in Jiaoyang Realm again. Ye Feng’s strength is increasing too quickly, I don’t know whether that is a good or a bad thing.”
The city lord of Jiaoyang Holy City ended his bitter reminiscence and entered the Jiaoyang Realm.
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Misty Sect.
Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back, sitting on the Sect Leader’s throne.
The Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword along with the other eighteen Supreme Elders took their seats, and Gong Qingqiu and the others also sat down in order.
“We encountered an attack by the Prophet Clan today, which was unexpected by this Sect Leader, but it was a close call without danger. Next, we shall hold a sect meeting to discuss future developments,” Ye Feng said, looking at the people gathered.
The reason for holding a sect meeting was because the end of the year was approaching, and Misty Sect’s development was about to enter its third year.
Ye Feng had asked the system.
The Sect Leader’s sixth phase task would only start after the New Year’s Eve passed.
And now, there were only a few days left until New Year’s Eve.
However, due to the geographical location of Mystique Kingdom, even in winter, the climate remained pleasant without snow.
“Sect Leader, the total number of sect disciples is nearly 5,000. Since all four peaks have been expanded, the accommodations for the disciples are still plentiful, and there is no need for further construction for the time being,” Gong Qingqiu was the first to report.
“Sect Leader, the Spiritual Medicine Garden is developing smoothly without any obstacles. Rest assured,” announced Chu Yun’er, the chief steward.
“There’s nothing else with the Eighteen Ancient Clans for now… Sect Leader, should we start recruiting new disciples from the Cave Heaven World after entering the third year?”
The Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword, representing the Eighteen Ancient Clans, spoke.
Ye Feng nodded and said, “Wait until after the New Year to recruit disciples from the eighteen Cave Heaven Worlds into our sect. There’s no rush for now.”
The Sect Leader’s sixth stage task is about to be announced.
Ye Feng felt that the matter of recruiting disciples could wait until after the annual festivity, which might prove to be very useful then.
“Next, let’s talk about the annual festivity.”
Ye Feng looked around and said.
Last year at the annual festivity, he and Hu Feifei had gone to the Barren Desert, while Gong Qingqiu took the disciples to accept the invitation of Long Qitian and Xia Tiantian, spending the New Year’s Eve at Biyue Villa.
This year, Ye Feng had decided to hold a grand New Year’s Eve party within the Sect to enhance the bonds between Sect Disciples.
“Annual festivity?”
“What’s that?”
The Elders blinked, exchanged glances, and all felt a bit unfamiliar with the term.
“The annual festivity, simply put, is an annual grand gathering…” Ye Feng cleared his throat and began to explain.
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Tianji Pavilion.
The Paper Fan Young Master knelt on the ground, sighing in despair.
“Even the Supreme Gold Prophet has fallen, it’s all over! Among the Prophet Clan, unless those at the Quasi-Saint Level elders make a move, who can contend with Ye Feng?”
Thinking of this, the Paper Fan Young Master became even more distressed.
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In the depths of the starry sky.
With the fall of the Supreme Gold Prophet, an ancient powerhouse suddenly awakened, unleashing an overwhelming aura and a piercing roar.
“Damn it!”
“Who is it, who has killed my descendant!”
The owner of the voice was very angry.
He had consumed a massive amount of Evil Qi and made countless deductions but found his foresight seemed to be disrupted by fate, always failing to reach a conclusion, and was immediately shocked.
“The one who erased the Supreme Gold Prophet must be a child of destiny; otherwise, my deductions would not be so severely interfered with… This matter, I must consult the Clan Leader for a decision.”
A message was sent out immediately by this person.
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In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
On this day, places like Misty Sect and Whitefloat City were adorned with lights and decorations, setting off firecrackers to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.
Under the night sky.
The Misty Sect was adorned with various paper lanterns.
They were made by the disciples using red paper, paper strips, paste, candles, and other materials.
“Release the sky lanterns!”
Shi Lei shouted.
Hundreds of disciples quickly lit the candles in their hands, allowing their sky lanterns to fly high into the air, like stars adorning the canopy of the sky, bearing the disciples’ New Year wishes.
“I wish that every being in the Sect receives a New Year lucky bag!”
Ye Feng looked up at the sky, using today’s small wish.
The next moment.
All Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts, Elders, Stewards, and Disciples had a small red lucky bag appear in their hands.
“Wow, it’s some candy, so sweet!”
Li Jiaojiao opened her lucky bag, saw a few pieces of wedding candy, and quickly put them in her mouth, savoring the sweet taste.
“Alright, let’s have the New Year’s Eve meal!”
Ye Feng, holding chopsticks, called out to everyone.
At this time, everyone from the Misty Sect was gathered in the Sect Main Plaza, where several hundred round tables were set up. Everyone took their seats in order, enjoying the delicious food cooked by Li Jiaojiao and other disciples, and laughing and talking with others.
“It’s been a long time since it’s been this peaceful.”
Gong Qingqiu sat beside Ye Feng, looking at the smiling faces of the disciples, feeling very happy.
In the Misty Sect, she once again experienced the warmth of home.
Recalling the efforts of the past year, Gong Qingqiu felt no regrets, and as she looked at Ye Feng’s handsome profile and saw the smile on his face, her heart was very sweet.
“For the new year, I wish you all gain tremendous increases in your Cultivation Level, that everything goes smoothly, and that our Misty Sect prospers day by day!”
Ye Feng raised his glass and spoke out loud.
“Cheers!”
Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all in one go.