Chapter 854: Chapter 854: The Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect Elder’s Guess and the Demand for the Stone Coffin
The words of the Elder from the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect made the Golden-Robed Heavenly Saint slightly furrow his brows, then he suddenly realized and said,
“So, that’s how it is! No wonder Lin Kun is so aggressive, even going as far as to use part of the Sect Protection Array’s celestial power.”
“But isn’t he being a bit too stingy?”
“Just because he doesn’t want a few of our Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect’s geniuses to sweep the top three places and receive guidance from the Spirit Venerable?”
In his eyes, Lin Kun was, after all, a dignified Saint Heir. Could he really be so petty?
“You don’t understand the intricacies involved, it’s not about being narrow-minded, but about acting on orders,” the old man from the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect slowly started to explain.
His gaze seemed to drift, as if he was reminiscing about something.
“I would like to hear the details,” the Golden-Robed Heavenly Saint said with a clasped fist.
“It is the Spirit Venerable who dislikes our Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect… To be more precise, it is he who dislikes the Sect Master,” the elder said in a low voice.
“Why is that?” the Golden-Robed Heavenly Saint didn’t understand.
The Spirit Venerable had always remained neutral.
No matter what happened in the various realms, he and the Holy Spirit Sect had always observed from the sidelines, never intervening.
Therefore, the Spirit Venerable had no enemies.
So, why did he instruct Lin Kun to target the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect?
This did not fit the persona of a neutral power at all!
The Golden-Robed Heavenly Saint couldn’t figure it out.
“The Spirit Venerable is very proud and mysterious. Some speculate that his true strength is not inferior to the likes of the Thunder Emperor, the Sword God, and the Tyrant Emperor; and he had only one friend, who was… the Tyrant Emperor!”
The elder spoke slowly.
His eyelids trembled slightly as he spoke, as if he feared something.
The Tyrant Emperor, third on the Power God Ranking.
A supreme existence on par with the Thunder Emperor and the Sword God, and also one of the top three powerhouses on the Universe Power God Ranking.
On the Power God Ranking, the top fifteen were one tier.
And the top three were yet another tier.
Once, the Tyrant Emperor had used only three punches to easily defeat the top powerhouse ranked fifth.
Since then, everyone knew how terrifying the top three could be.
“The Spirit Venerable is a friend of the Tyrant Emperor? That explains it!”
The Golden-Robed Heavenly Saint came to a realization.
During the encirclement of the Tyrant Emperor back then, the Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor was one of the participants. It was normal for the Spirit Venerable, as the friend of the Tyrant Emperor, to bear a grudge against the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect.
“However, I am curious, since the Spirit Venerable is a friend of the Tyrant Emperor, why didn’t he take action during that battle?”
The Golden-Robed Heavenly Saint asked.
The elder shrugged and replied,
“During that battle, the Spirit Venerable was in seclusion.”
“By the time he came out, everything had already settled into dust.”
“The Tyrant Emperor had fallen, his body dismembered and suppressed in various places, and with the Spirit Venerable alone, there was no reversing the tide. Hence, the matter just faded away into obscurity.”
“As for the remains of the Tyrant Emperor, they have now been taken to the Holy Spirit Sect by those from the Celestial Clan, so we’re afraid we won’t be able to claim them back.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the elder let out a soft sigh.
The Golden-Robed Heavenly Saint nodded and said,
“So that’s how it is. If the Elder hadn’t personally clarified this, I still wouldn’t know about this secret.”
“Alright, no more nonsense. Golden-Robe protector, you quickly go and make arrangements for those few prodigies. Make sure they put in a good effort to sweep the top three spots. They are stronger than me in equal-level battle and suffice to sweep any opponent.”
Having said this, the elder waved his arm.
This was a sign to dismiss the visitor.
“Elder, this subordinate takes his leave!”
The Golden-Robed Heavenly Saint exited the Demon Temple.
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Holy Spirit Sect.
Ye Feng, Hu Feifei, and the Heavenly Path Spiritual Monkey sat under an elegant two-story pavilion, eating the uniquely local incense burner fruits.
These Spirit Fruits were quite special.
They looked like Alchemy Furnaces hanging from the branches, swaying with the wind and emitting a crisp sound.
“These are delicious!”
The Heavenly Path Spiritual Monkey lay down on the table, having eaten several hundred fist-sized incense burner fruits, with a look of contentment.
Pat, pat, pat!
Someone was walking towards the pavilion.
Ye Feng turned to look in the direction of the sound.
It was Holy Son Lin Kun and Saintess Ning Yu who arrived together.
This pair was both talented and good-looking, yet they were not lovers.
“Young Master Misty, have you grown accustomed to staying with our Holy Spirit Sect?” Holy Son Lin Kun asked with clasped hands.
Although he was the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Sect, a true favored son of Heaven, he did not dare to be arrogant in front of this supreme genius, “Young Master Misty,” who had reached the Saint Manifestation Level at just twenty-five years old.
“Not bad, thank you for the hospitality,” Ye Feng nodded.
The fragrance and taste of the Spirit Fruit had the effect of focusing the mind and enhancing one’s Cultivation Level, and he liked it very much because it was also delicious.
“Is Young Master Misty really from the Celestial Clan?”
Saintess Ning Yu sized up Ye Feng, finding him quite handsome.
Moreover, his Cultivation Level was high, his strength powerful.
Even she, as a Saintess, had to take several more looks.
“Of course, I am the Son of Destiny from the Celestial Clan, naturally, I am from there,” Ye Feng belonged to the Great World of the Celestial Clan, the power of the Heavenly Dao emanating from him, thick and pure.
This was the aura from the Destiny Treasure Bead.
“It is indeed the Power of the Heavenly Dao!”
“It seems, Young Master Misty really is a person of the Celestial Clan.”
Lin Kun and Ning Yu caught each other’s gaze, no longer harboring any doubts.
“Young Master Misty, why isn’t your name found on the Power God Ranking?” Holy Son Lin Kun was quite curious about this.
“I’ve always been roaming the Twilight Battlefield, never leaving, so I haven’t left my name on the Power Stele. Moreover, I don’t wish to leave a mark to avoid drawing the attention of the Ten Directions Holy Sects of Zhongzhou.”
Ye Feng thus spoke.
What a joke!
I can’t just say that I am Ye Feng from the Misty Sect of Shenzhou, can I?
Should I reveal that, it would cause a sensation; the Ancient Holy God Overlord Emperor once cautioned me not to easily expose Shenzhou to prevent drawing certain individuals’ attention.
Using the Ten Great Holy Sects as a shield is a good idea.
“Young Master Misty really keeps a low profile.”
Ning Yu smiled sweetly.
Gazing into her eyes that twinkled more brightly than the starry sky, Ye Feng’s mind stirred.
Could it be that this Saintess Ning Yu has taken an interest in me?
Ye Feng could not help making such a guess.
“Since Young Master Misty is from the Celestial Clan and a sworn enemy of the Ten Directions Holy Sects of the Zhongzhou Great World, it’s natural to avoid being high-profile,” Holy Son Lin Kun whispered.
“What brings you both here this time?” Ye Feng, thinking of something, quickly inquired.
“We want to confirm one thing,” Ning Yu spoke first.
“I’ve heard that Young Master Misty dug up a Sacred Grade Stone Coffin at the Twilight Battlefield, and when at Black Demon God Mountain, you also destroyed the Black Divine Temple and took the second Sacred Grade Stone Coffin sealed within. These two incidents, they’re both true, aren’t they?”
Lin Kun spoke slowly.
Ye Feng’s gaze flickered.
This was something that couldn’t be hidden.
He coughed and said, “Indeed, I dislike the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect, so I wanted to snatch away their things.”
“Young Master Misty, would you consider leaving the two Sacred Grade Stone Coffins with us? We are willing to exchange for them with treasures you will find satisfactory, including powerful Sacred Arms,” Ning Yu spoke again.
“No exchange!”
Ye Feng refused outright.
“Why not?” Lin Kun’s brow furrowed slightly.
“No exchange means no exchange,” Ye Feng gestured with his hand, “Even if the Heavenly King himself came, I wouldn’t exchange.”
“If Young Master Misty wishes not to trade, we cannot force you, so we will take our leave!” Ning Yu took hold of Lin Kun’s sleeve, then bowed her hands towards Ye Feng and left the area.
Watching their retreating figures, Ye Feng wore a solemn expression.
The remains of the Ancient Holy God were indeed a hot potato.
However, he had promised that he would help find the remains, and even if it meant offending the Holy Spirit Sect he had to bring the cadavers back to Shenzhou inside those two coffins.
…
The core area of the Holy Spirit Sect.
This place spanned ten thousand miles.
Inside was a continuous mountain range, accessible only to the Holy Son, the Holy Maiden, and Saint Realm Elders.
Even distinguished guests might not be allowed to enter this area.
Because, this ten thousand mile radius was where the Spirit Venerable Sect Master of the Holy Spirit Sect retreated and cultivated.
A powerful aura continuously loomed over this place.
Even if Ye Feng wanted to force his way through, it was not possible.
Step!
Lin Kun and Ning Yu landed in front of an ancient Stone Hall.