Chapter 717: Chapter 717 My Name is Liufeng, Coming to Protect the Way, A Terrible Crisis
“Someone is trying to kill me?!”
Ye Feng’s expression changed dramatically.
The first thing that came to his mind was the people of the Celestial Clan.
The fact that he joined hands with others to create the Thunder Palace couldn’t be concealed, especially since the Thunder Palace had announced the Merit List and had it recorded.
Everyone who successfully transcended the Heavenly Tribulation would know about this.
And there are no walls in the world that don’t leak.
It was only a matter of time before the higher-ups of the Celestial Clan found out about this matter, but Ye Feng hadn’t expected that they would discover it so quickly.
Behind the Crimson Moon Gate.
A figure shrouded in mist arrived here, causing the complexions of all the Celestial Clan powerhouses present to change drastically as they knelt on the altar.
“Subordinates pay homage to Mist Saint!”
They spoke in unison, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
This “Mist Saint” in front of them was the ninth disciple under the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable, and although he was only at the Saint Entry Realm, he was a true Saint, capable of crushing a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint with a flick of his wrist.
“Activate the altar, create the strongest Berserker. Today, this Saint vows to kill Ye Feng of the Misty Sect!”
The Mist Saint said with a cold voice.
“Yes!”
The several hundred strong members of the Celestial Clan hurriedly brought over a type of powerful multicolored clay, molded a clay figure in the likeness of the Mist Saint, and placed it cautiously at the center of the altar.
The Mist Saint stretched out his hand to the center of his brow, tore off a soul fragment, and infused it into the clay figure.
After that, he turned and left.
Using a soul fragment could damage his strength significantly; he needed to meditate and heal quickly to recover his peak condition.
“Get started quickly!”
A Quasi-Saint level powerhouse from the Celestial Clan immediately gave the order and took the lead in forming hand signs, pouring a great deal of vital energy into the altar, with the others quickly doing the same.
At the same time.
The altar absorbed power from the entire Suspended Mountain, infusing it into the Mist Saint’s clay figure, causing it to start swelling and turning into a figure shrouded in a faint mist.
“It’s a success!”
The crowd rejoiced.
“Open the passage,” said the incarnation of the Mist Saint.
“Yes.”
The Quasi-Saint of the Celestial Clan hurriedly opened the red light screen on the Crimson Moon Gate, allowing the Mist Saint Incarnation to leave.
“What do you think, can the Mist Saint Incarnation eliminate Ye Feng?”
“It should be possible, right?”
“No matter how strong Ye Feng is, he seems to be at the level of a Second Turn Quasi-Saint, how can he compare with the Mist Saint Incarnation?”
“Exactly!”
“The Mist Saint Incarnation is a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint, infinitely close to the Saint Realm, isn’t killing a Ye Feng effortless?”
The Celestial Clan strongmen release a Berserker and follow after, wanting to know if Ye Feng is dead yet.
…
In the Misty Sect.
Ye Feng, sensing the threat, sat restlessly.
“Even the Sect’s Crisis Awareness has appeared, which means it’s extremely dangerous. I must be ready to enter the Holy Divine Form at any moment. In such a state, my combat power has an upper limit, but my defense is limitless, even the Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable might not be able to injure me.”
Ye Feng quickly gripped the Holy Divine Form in his hand.
At the slightest rustle of wind or grass, he would instantly enter the Holy Divine Form, making his defense limitless.
In the nearby sky.
Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, Gong Qingqiu, and others had all finished their tribulation and successfully entered the Divine Origin Realm.
They stood by the Spirit Lake, looking up at the Sky Island.
Their adoration for Ye Feng was boundless.
After transcending the tribulation, the disciples had soaked in the Thunder Pool and seen the records on the Merit List, knowing that the Heavenly Tribulation of the Shenzhou Continent had returned mostly thanks to the efforts of Ye Feng.
“Sect Master Uncle has protected our paths and paved the way forward; we must not waste this opportunity and must continue to push ourselves harder.”
“I’ll kill ten Celestial Reincarnators!”
“Then I’ll kill one hundred!”
“Kill, kill, kill!”
The disciples had already used the Thunder Pool to consolidate their cultivation and were full of fighting spirit upon leaving seclusion; they quickly entered the Spirit Gathering Tower to cultivate Divine Skills with ten times the speed of time flow.
“Sect Master, I’m back!”
Thunder Palace.
A soft pink figure plunged into Ye Feng’s arms, nearly causing him to enter the Holy Divine Form.
“Princess, it’s you!” Ye Feng said with relief after recognizing the person.
“Who else could it be if not me?”
Hu Feifei stood erect, hands on hips, her nine tails gently swaying behind her, having already advanced to a Two-Star Transcendent Spiritual Treasure.
[Hu Feifei’s Upgrade Energy: 30%]
“How did it get so high?”
Opening the data panel and seeing this figure, Ye Feng was surprised. He pondered for a while before figuring out the reason.
Hu Feifei had devoured a Second Turn Quasi-Saint level berserker of the Celestial Clan. The energy at the time was already overflowing, giving her an innate 10%.
Absorbing the Heavenly Tribulation added another 15%.
Lastly, soaking in the Thunder Pool, she absorbed another 5%, resulting in a total of 30%.
“Good, there’s still 70% to go until the next upgrade.”
Ye Feng was pleased.
He hoped that Hu Feifei would keep attacking the Crimson Moon Gate, using this bug to continuously farm energy until breaking through to a Four-Star Transcendent Spiritual Treasure and becoming a true early-stage Guardian God.
Rip!
Just then, the void tore open.
Three figures entered the Thunder Palace.
Ye Feng was shocked, thinking a crisis had descended, but upon closer inspection, he realized two of them were the External Incarnations of Yuzhu and the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint.
As for the third person, it was an old man.
“Sect Master Ye, this is Liufeng, the Great Elder of the Jiaoyang Holy Land, a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint,” the External Incarnation of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint introduced the elder beside him.
This man was over two meters tall, with gray-white hair and beard hanging loosely, broad shoulders, long arms, clearly defined knuckles, and an iron sword on his back. His presence seemed unremarkable.
To the average person, he looked like just a tall old man, not a powerful being.
But Ye Feng’s expression was solemn.
Because Liufeng the Great Elder was a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint!
“So it’s the esteemed Liufeng, the Great Elder. My apologies for my unawareness!” Ye Feng greeted Liufeng with a bow.
The Great Elder Liufeng did not speak, merely nodding towards Ye Feng, his long gray-white hair hanging disheveled, appearing unkempt and sloppy.
The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s incarnation said,
“Sect Master Ye, I have already heard about the Thunder Palace affair. You did very well; you’re a hero of the entire Shenzhou Continent.”
“But at the same time, you must be cautious.”
“The Celestial Clan must surely be aware of your actions and may already have dispatched top-tier warriors to assassinate you. The Great Elder Liufeng normally serves at our Jiaoyang Holy Land, but upon hearing of your deeds, has volunteered to be your Protector.”
“Although many of us Ancient Saints have left behind External Incarnations, due to certain reasons, we usually cannot take action.”
“From now on, the Great Elder Liufeng will ensure your safety.”
“Survive well, for I believe the sky is the limit for your future!”
After patting Ye Feng’s shoulder and giving him a concerned look as if to say, “Take care,” the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s incarnation waved his hand and, along with Yuzhu, tore through space to depart.
Only three people remained in the Thunder Palace.
Ye Feng, Liufeng, and Hu Feifei.
Liufeng nodded at Ye Feng without speaking, as if cherishing his words. He moved to the entrance of the Thunder Palace, sat cross-legged in the void, hands resting on his knees, as if meditating.
“Sect Master, this guy’s real weird, not saying a word,”
Hu Feifei, pointing at Liufeng’s back with the Hunyuan Staff, whispered to Ye Feng.
“What use is it to lower your voice? He’s a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint; he can hear you,” Ye Feng glanced at her.
“Ah?” Hu Feifei quickly covered her mouth.
In the void.
Liufeng continued to meditate with closed eyes, showing no change in expression, his long gray-white hair and beard whirling in the high-altitude wind.
“He is indeed a very strange person,” Ye Feng mused as he watched Liufeng’s back. “System, can we trust Liufeng?”
“No hostile intentions towards the Sect Master from Liufeng detected… Ding! Please be aware, danger is imminent!”
The System’s message cut off abruptly as its speed surged.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng’s heart tensed.
In the void.
The once immovable Liufeng suddenly opened his eyes, which were calm as ancient wells, and slowly raised his right hand, pointing a finger like a sword.
Clang!
His iron sword quivered slightly behind him, as if in excitement.
Rip!
The void suddenly shattered.
A figure shrouded in mist stepped out, cold eyes within the fog staring fixedly at Ye Feng, brimming with murderous intent.
“Ye Feng, I’m going to kill you!”
As the voice rang out, the surrounding void tore apart, the storm raged, chilling to the bone.
Ye Feng’s face changed dramatically, as if facing a formidable enemy!