Chapter 790: Chapter 790: Crazy Idea, Subduing the Tianji Pavilion (Part 1)
Wanzong Holy Land.
This ancient holy site oversees the various sects of Shenzhou. Should any Five-Star Forces attempt to ascend to Holy Land status, Wanzong Holy Land would lead a comprehensive evaluation of them.
“Saint Heir, are you really going out alone?”
A Quasi-Saint standing by Feng Chuan’s side asked with concern.
Ever since Feng Chuan ascended to Heavenly Emperor, achieving the pinnacle level of Heavenly Emperor, he had been appointed by the Holy Master as the Saint Heir of Wanzong Holy Land.
He was no weaker than the likes of Xiao Cangtian and Wu Xuan.
“I am already a top-tier Heavenly Emperor, fully grown now. It’s time to venture out to temper myself, and incidentally, forge my own force. Isn’t this also what the Holy Master instructed?”
Feng Chuan retorted.
He intended to deal with Ye Feng.
In such a scenario, it was naturally best to act alone.
As for building his own force, this was the task assigned by the Master of the Wanzong Holy Land, a kind of test for Feng Chuan.
Every Holy Master, in their younger years, would go out into the world to craft their own power.
Only after becoming Holy Master would they bring this force into Wanzong Holy Land, becoming an asset to strengthen the land.
It was with this method that Wanzong Holy Land continuously grew stronger.
The Quasi-Saint elder knew this, so he said:
“Then, I ask that the Saint Heir take care on his journey. Should anyone dare offend you, please send a message transmission to me.”
“Understood,” Feng Chuan nodded slightly.
…
In the sky.
Feng Chuan flew alone, his heart heavy.
He was a Chosen One, possessing the power of Ancient Heroic Spirits, and had reached this realm at a young age. He was a formidable contender for the Son of Destiny until Ye Feng unexpectedly emerged, rising powerfully and becoming the one and only Son of Destiny.
“How should I kill Ye Feng?”
Feng Chuan was daydreaming again.
He had heard that Ye Feng had achieved the Physical Body Saint Path, which was extremely terrifying.
In such a case, even if Ye Feng stood still letting him attack, he wouldn’t be able to touch a hair.
Even…
He couldn’t even damage a single hair of Ye Feng’s.
On the contrary, it would be a single strand of Ye Feng’s hair falling out that could easily slash him in two.
Thinking of this, Feng Chuan felt a profound ache.
“How did Ye Feng get such damn good luck to be so powerful? Do I really stand a chance?”
Feng Chuan fell into deep thought.
He tore through the void time after time, flying towards the south, all the while pondering over ways to replace Ye Feng and become the Son of Destiny.
“Ye Feng must die!”
“But I can’t kill him.”
“He is the Son of Destiny. The various powers of Shenzhou probably won’t act against him either.”
“To kill him, I can only rely on an external force.”
“So… should I seek allegiance with the Celestial Clan?”
Feng Chuan looked up at the sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void, as if meeting eyes with the Destiny Empress of Suspended Mountain.
“Hiss!”
Feng Chuan suddenly shuddered.
“How could I have such crazy thoughts?”
“The Celestial Clan from Suspended Mountain are Outer Realm Evil Demons; how could I stoop so low as to collude with them?”
Feng Chuan hadn’t expected to be so irrational.
If others knew he was colluding with the Celestial Clan from Suspended Mountain, wouldn’t that mean being hunted down throughout the world?
“Eh, where is this?”
Feng Chuan was lost in thought when he came back to his senses, only to realize he had arrived in the Southern Domain of Shenzhou Continent.
“This place seems to be… Nanyun Thirteen States?”
Looking around, he located this small corner using the map of Shenzhou Continent.
“I’ve actually come to a place that is just tens of thousands of miles from the Misty Sect. Well, Ye Feng doesn’t know me, so if I just pretend to be passing by, there shouldn’t be any issues.”
Feng Chuan thought to himself.
All of a sudden, he felt a slight premonition and looked towards a certain spot underground, promptly flying over.
…
Tianji Pavilion.
The Paper Fan Young Master sat in the Pavilion Master’s seat, with Zhu Yongfu, Xiao Fangu, and Dong Yuandong standing beside him.
Up to this point, Tianji Pavilion was still the four of them.
“Damn that Ye Feng!”
“He clearly knows I’m here, yet he deliberately neither kills me nor pursues me, this is an outright disregard for me, the Pavilion Master, it’s an insult to me!”
The Paper Fan Young Master was very angry.
He didn’t know that the homeland of the Prophet Clan was already done for.
And he had become the sole survivor of the Prophet Clan.
“How interesting! It seems you also detest Ye Feng.”
Suddenly, a chilling voice rang out.
The entire Tianji Pavilion F4 were startled, looking around in all directions, but saw no one at the scene.
“Who… who is playing ghost tricks there?”
The Paper Fan Young Master reprimanded.
Snap!
A palm descended from the heavens, flinging the Paper Fan Young Master through the air, causing his left cheek to swell and his wig to fall off, revealing a shining bald head.
“Well, this is intriguing!”
Looking at the bald head of the Paper Fan Young Master, Feng Chuan revealed his true form, a supreme Heavenly Emperor’s pressure swept out, oppressing the four present.
“He… Heavenly Emperor!”
The Tianji Pavilion F4 were scared out of their wits.
“Being able to discern the cultivation level of this Saint Son, your vision isn’t bad. Are you interested in becoming my subordinates?” Feng Chuan asked with a smile.
The four of the Paper Fan Young Master were stunned.
Did we hear that wrong?
A top Heavenly Emperor wants to take over Tianji Pavilion?
This is too good!
With this, Tianji Pavilion would have backing.
Thinking this, the Paper Fan Young Master immediately knelt and kowtowed, saying, “Your subordinate is Paper Fan Prophet, the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion, and is willing to lead the entire Tianji Pavilion to become the subordinate of the Saint Son.”
“Prophet?” Feng Chuan raised an eyebrow, “You are from the Prophet Clan?”
“Yes… yes!” The Paper Fan Young Master was very frightened.
Feng Chuan’s gaze sharpened, he reached out his hand to rest on the shoulder of the Paper Fan Young Master, using the power of the Ancient Heroic Spirit Force to constantly deduce.
Then, he confirmed the identity of the Paper Fan Young Master.
“Do you know that a while ago, including the Prophet Clan, many major Starry Sky Mighty Races attacked the Shenzhou Continent and were all slain by Ye Feng with a single strand of hair?” Feng Chuan asked.
“What?!”
Hearing this, the Paper Fan Young Master was dumbfounded.
Ye Feng wiped out the Starry Sky Mighty Races with just one hair strand?
No way, can’t be!
The Paper Fan Young Master’s face was full of disbelief.
“The truth is exactly that,” Feng Chuan sneered, “Or are you all hiding underground, unaware of what’s happening above?”
The Paper Fan Young Master’s expression froze.
Indeed, they had been hiding underground to protect themselves lately, not daring to go out, and naturally unaware of the outside world.
Now, hearing that Ye Feng had slain countless powerful beings with a single hair strand, they were all incredibly shocked.
“Ye Feng has achieved Physical Body Saint Path, and as for his cultivation level, he has just broken through to the Third Turn Quasi-Saint, very powerful.”
Feng Chuan spoke.
Hearing this, the Tianji Pavilion F4 were shaken even more.
“From this day forth, I am the new Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion, and you… can be the deputy pavilion master,” Feng Chuan pointed at the nose of the Paper Fan Young Master and leisurely spoke, “By the way, allow me to introduce myself, I am the Saint Son of the Wanzong Holy Land, Feng Chuan!”
“Eh?”
The Paper Fan Young Master was stunned.
Why!
Can’t I continue being the Pavilion Master?
He was dissatisfied.
However, Zhu Yongfu on the side was quite happy.
“Hehe, the Paper Fan Young Master snatched the Pavilion Master’s position from my hands, now, the Saint Son has snatched the Pavilion Master’s position from the Paper Fan Young Master, which can be seen as retribution.”
“As the saying goes, ‘The iron Tianji Pavilion has its flow of Pavilion Masters’, that must be the logic here.”
Watching the Paper Fan Young Master’s frustrated expression, Zhu Yongfu secretly reveled in his heart.