Chapter 758: Chapter 758: Yin Rurong’s Secret Move, Challenging the Misty Sect
In the sky.
The City Lord of Jiaoyang Holy City held aloft a plaque covered with red cloth, proudly striding through the air.
Behind him formed two columns.
They were the smiling Appraisal Elders and countless young immortal fairies holding baskets of flowers.
They continuously scattered fresh blooms, transforming into a luminous drizzle that fell from above, accompanied by the rosy splendor of dawn, a sight breathtakingly beautiful.
This was an endless blessing for Misty Sect!
“Finally, the time has come,” Ye Feng looked at the plaque draped in red cloth, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously.
“Congratulations, Sect Master Ye, congratulations to Misty Sect!”
The City Lord of Jiaoyang Holy City elevated the plaque with his energy, handing it over to Ye Feng, then voiced out a booming congratulation.
Ye Feng hung the plaque over the entrance of the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.
Whoosh!
He tugged the red cloth with force, revealing the three characters for “Misty Sect,” and behind them followed four gigantic golden stars.
Those were the symbol of a Four Star Level!
From this day on, the Misty Sect officially ascended to a Four Star-Level Sect, a status that in the past warranted the right to construct large-scale teleportation arrays that connected to various places across the Shenzhou Continent.
“Congratulations to Misty Sect!”
The crowd congratulated one after another, presenting various gifts.
Ye Feng stood at the main spot in the Sect Main Plaza, his hands slowly stretching out, and said, “Welcome everyone for gracing this occasion. From now on, no one leaves sober!”
“Cheers!”
“To your health!”
Representatives from every major power raised their glasses to drink together, glasses and toasting cups clinking, all in high spirits, jointly blessing the ascension of Misty Sect to a Four Star Level and Ye Feng’s rise as the master of a Four Star-Level Power.
“Thank you, fellow daoists!”
Ye Feng raised his glass in response.
At the celebration.
All the major powers drank the medicine wine from Long Tianxing’s homeland, finding it excellent and full of praise.
“What a fine wine!”
More praises came.
The medicinal effects of the Dragonfolk Clan’s medicine wine were decent, but not to the extent that they benefited everyone from the major powers.
The Dragonfolk Clan’s medicine wine only had sufficient effects on lower-level cultivators, and it was nearly ineffective for those surpassing the Divine Origin Realm.
Yet, its taste was extraordinarily good!
Even Quasi-Saints found the taste of Dragonfolk Clan medicine wine delightful, and with just one sip, they were hooked.
“Sect Master Ye, do you have any more of this wine?”
“Yes, I’d like to purchase some to take back home.”
“I’ll offer three thousand spirit stones for this vat of wine!”
The many guests inquired eagerly.
Ye Feng looked toward Long Tianxing, who was sitting amongst the True Disciples, giving him a look, and the latter hurriedly stood up.
“Greetings to all the esteemed seniors!”
“I am Long Tianxing, a True Disciple of Misty Sect. This Dragonfolk Clan medicine wine was brewed by my clanspeople using a special Spirit Fruit, and currently, the output is not very large.”
“However, our sect has already started planting this Bizarre Spirit Fruit on a large scale, so there won’t be a shortage of the medicine wine.”
Long Tianxing explained with a bow to the crowd.
After speaking, he turned to look at Yan Ruyu beside him.
“Yes, that’s right. The raw materials for this medicine wine are still being ripened, and it will take some time before a large batch of the wine can be produced,” Yan Ruyu stood up and addressed the crowd.
Off to the side, Jia Yulan nodded silently.
In the sect, Shi Lei was responsible for constructions, Li Jiaojiao managed the kitchen, Wang Ping’an specialized in alchemy, and Ji Ziling was the true administrator of the Scripture Pavilion.
As for Jia Yulan and Yan Ruyu, they were the real managers of the Spiritual Medicine Garden.
They knew best how many Spiritual Medicines there were within Misty Sect.
“I see!”
“We’ll wait. Once this medicine wine is available, we ask the geniuses of Misty Sect to reserve some for us,” the individuals from the major powers said with a laugh upon hearing there would be wine.
Yan Ruyu and the other disciples sighed in relief, sitting back down, exchanging glances, their faces filled with joy.
It seems Misty Sect could develop a new industry.
And that would be… selling wine!
At this moment, the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City’s gaze flickered, and he slowly stood up, addressing Ye Feng, “Sect Master Ye, just drinking seems a bit uneventful. How about… allowing the younger generation to exchange pointers?”
Upon his words, everyone turned to look at him.
Some were surprised, some frowned, and others looked forward with anticipation.
Ye Feng glanced at the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City and discovered that this man’s cultivation level was quite extraordinary, having reached the Third Turn Quasi-Saint.
However, Ye Feng did not hold him in high regard.
If it really came to a fight, even if he only used his Divine Spirit Force, he could easily crush the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City.
“Youngsters sparring with one another is proper, agreed!” Ye Feng immediately consented without any dithering.
The next moment.
A young man in a white soft armor stood out.
“Greetings to all the seniors! I am a Seventh Generation member of the Zhou Family from Martial Glory Holy City, named Zhou Fengyuan. I have often heard of the powerful disciples from Misty Sect and would like to know if I can have the honor of sparring with one?”
Zhou Fengyuan intentionally released his aura.
Divine Origin Realm Second Layer Peak!
Very weak, Ye Feng could blow him away with a single breath.
But among the younger generation, Zhou Fengyuan was considered not bad.
On the seats.
Ye Feng remained unfazed.
From the moment the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City suggested that the younger generation should spar, Ye Feng anticipated such a scene.
Sure enough.
A thorn from Martial Glory Holy City stood up very quickly.
“It seems that Yin Rurong arranged for the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City to attend the ceremony, and then this person arranged for certain forces from the neighboring Martial Glory Holy City to step forward and issue a challenge.”
“So, are they trying to disgrace us?”
Ye Feng mocked inwardly.
The disciples of Misty Sect also felt that something was amiss.
People from the major forces also began to discuss.
“It seems that Zhou Fengyuan is acting under the orders of someone, specifically challenging the disciples of Misty Sect, trying to embarrass Misty Sect.”
“Indeed!”
“The world believes that Misty Sect’s current status is all thanks to Sect Master Ye and Empress Feitian. As for the strength of the disciples, it isn’t highly regarded by the major forces.”
“Yes! If it weren’t so, a mere Seventh Generation Disciple of the Zhou Family from Martial Glory Holy City wouldn’t dare to come forward and issue a challenge.”
On the seats, Yuzhu, the White Robe Heavenly Emperor, the Yellow Dragon Heavenly Emperor were exchanging messages through spiritual sense.
At this time.
Gong Qingqiu stood up and looked towards the disciples’ seats.
“Since someone has issued a challenge, then, as Misty Sect disciples who understand propriety, who wishes to take up the fight?” she asked as she scanned around.
“I will!” A Second Generation Disciple from Beiliang City, Xu Dalei stood up.
“Senior Brother, why use a cleaver to kill a chicken? You’re a Second Generation Disciple; to deal with him, we of the Third Generation are enough.” Han Yonghui, crossing his arms, stood up.
Taking a step forward, he moved into the air.
Likewise, the aura of Divine Origin Realm Second Layer Peak began to radiate, emanating a sharp and pressing feel.
“Can you speak properly?”
Zhou Fengyuan was infuriated by Han Yonghui’s words.
What did he mean by “why use a cleaver to kill a chicken”? Am I, a great Seventh Generation Disciple of the Zhou Family from Martial Glory Holy City, merely a chicken?
The more he thought, the angrier he became.
Boom!
Zhou Fengyuan soared into the sky, unleashing a terrifying momentum that could contend with Han Yonghui.
“How shall we fight?” Han Yonghui, still holding his arms, stood as his longsword behind him quivered in excitement.
“Cough, cough, two young talents, how about letting this old man be the judge?” A figure in ragged clothing stood up.
It was a decrepit old man.
With a big nose, long hair scattered like withered grass, he carried an orange-yellow gourd at his waist.
While speaking, the old man let out a burp of alcohol.
“It’s the Loose Cultivator, Mad Drunkard!”
“It’s said that the Mad Drunkard roams freely across Shenzhou Continent, without any sect affiliation, indulging in drink. I didn’t expect him to also attend Misty Sect’s star-raising celebration.”
“Mad Drunkard may be a loose cultivator, but he is a Heavenly Emperor with notable strength; having him as the judge will be absolutely fair.”
People from the major forces recognized the old man.
“Ah, so it’s Mad Drunkard. You can be the judge for this sparring match,” Ye Feng agreed.
He had seen through Mad Drunkard with his Eye of Insight.
This man was not a Heavenly Emperor, but a Quasi-Saint!
“A scattered cultivator Quasi-Saint roaming the world, powerful and fascinating. It seems that within Shenzhou Continent, there are many strong figures that I am unaware of,” Ye Feng contemplated.