Chapter 13: What is your desire?

  "Son, isn't he dead?"

  Ning Caichen covered his nose and said honestly that the smell was somewhat fragrant, but looking at the lump twitching on the ground, he really couldn't think it was a good smell.

  He took two steps forward, stretched out his toes and poked at it, then quickly pulled back.

  The poor devil on the ground had holes all over his body, with white smoke coming out of them. His majestic whiskers were all curled up, and the exposed skin was bright red, like a cooked shrimp.

  "It won't die."

  Ning Feng shook his hand and touched the outer door towel on his forehead, answering absent-mindedly.

  The outer door's sunshade was originally a dazzling silver color with flowing silver light, but now it is dull and lusterless, like old silk.

  "Foreign goods are foreign goods, use it once and put it under the sun to let it absorb sunlight on its own, don't know how long it will take to recover."

  "After a few days of formal entry, I will get a real sunshade and there won't be such situation."

  Ning Feng had a somewhat leisurely and yearning appearance, the true Sun Flag was said to have many mysterious effects, but it was passed down through rumors and hearsay, and even its owner couldn't explain it clearly.

  He thought of it but it wasn't this.

  "Was that really me just now?"

  "Actually, fighting is quite simple."

  Ning Feng recalled the moment when they clashed earlier, that kind of calmness was like an onlooker's, it was icy cold, and even he himself felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

  "I didn't think I'd be like that during a fight."

  "But... that feeling of having everything under control, it's not bad."

  Thinking back to the previous battle, Ning Feng couldn't help but feel a little relieved: "Fortunately, I had the Nine Deaths Heart Method, and I had previously made some progress with Medicine Master Liu Li's technique, forming the Liu Li Body. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to withstand all the power of the Outer Gate's Taiyang Jian."

  While thinking, he was still waving his hand, which made Ning Caichen look sideways and wonder if his own son had caught some kind of disease.

  The sun god's light burst out from his fingers, and Ning Feng still felt that the veins on one arm were burning at this moment. Of course, compared to the person who started foaming at the mouth on the ground, this was a small problem.

  "It's just the most basic drawing out of the external Sun Gate, and yet it's already so powerful. I wonder what it would be like if one were to truly cultivate the Sun God Temple's Sun Technique? No wonder the outer sect requires us to focus our minds for three years, first forging a clear understanding of both internal and external, making our bodies as transparent as crystal."

  The wind had blown away most of the powder, and he felt his hands were his own again. He went forward, grabbed one foot of the unconscious giant, and with great effort dragged him towards the door.

  The pharmacist's Luluo Scripture has made some progress, and his body has undergone a transformation. His internal energy is growing stronger by the day, and he can now move this big fellow with ease; otherwise, it wouldn't be an easy task.

  "Hey hey hey, son, what's going on here?"

  "Throw it away."

  Ning Feng spoke briefly and to the point, and he did what he said. With a loud "bang", Da Han was thrown out of the yard in a tragic manner.

  As for outside, whether someone will take care of it or not, that's none of Ning Feng's business.

  Ning Caichen poked his head out the door and quickly closed it, worriedly asking: "I'm saying, son, will there be trouble?"

  Ning Feng shook his head and smiled, supporting Ning Cai Chen who was still a bit dizzy to sit down, explaining: "There won't be any trouble, in a few days, I'll be an inner disciple of the Sun God Temple, this is the temple's territory, what kind of trouble could there be?"

  While comforting his old father, Ning Feng couldn't help but think to himself with a mix of emotions: "Isn't this the legendary demolition and relocation? I never thought that in my past life I wouldn't be able to experience it, yet here I am gaining new insights."

  "Father." Ning Feng smiled and said to Ning Cai Chen, "They only dare to use intimidation tactics, apparently they still don't want to cause too much commotion and attract the attention of the Divine Palace. Besides, he's just a minor figure, hurting him won't be a big deal."

  "As for in a few days..."

  "That's even less likely to be a problem."

  Ning Caichen nodded as if he understood and didn't understand at the same time. Anyway, he was used to it. Major family matters were handled by his son.

  "In three more days, it will be the Fuyao Conference."

  Ning Feng got up and went back to the house to pack a few clothes, saying to Ning Cai Chen at the same time: "We can all invite one relative to attend, Father, you go too."

  "Go and witness it in person, the day when my son becomes a disciple of the Temple of the Sun God."

  "Alright!" Ning Caichen's face lit up with excitement, and he suddenly forgot about packing things up. His mind was preoccupied with thinking about how to behave that day so as not to lose his son's face.

  "Then let's set off."

  "Huh?"

  "First stay outside the gate for a few days, so as not to be flustered at the last moment..."

  Ning Feng and his son walked out of their dilapidated courtyard, heading in the direction of the outer gate of the Tiandu Mountain Sun God Temple.

  "I only have one father, so I must be careful. Although it's a small matter, if something were to happen and my father got hurt by someone who didn't see eye to eye with me, no matter what I did, I wouldn't be able to make up for it."

  Ning Feng took a last look at the empty courtyard, and together with Ning Cai Chen, who was still completely absorbed in the splendor of the upcoming Fu Yang Conference, slowly left the town of Chao Yang behind, gradually disappearing into the distance...

  ……

  Time flies quickly, and before you know it, the day of the Fu Yang Conference has arrived.

  "Dong~ Dong~~ Dong~~~~"

  As the sun rises slowly, the rosy dawn breaks forth in all directions like a fire, illuminating everything from darkness. At this moment, the melodious sound of the bell echoes from Mount Tiandu.

  Within a radius of over ten miles, there were many ordinary people and monks who got up early to gaze in the direction of Mount Tiandu.

  In the past, the thick fog that shrouded the entire Tiandu Mountain dispersed, and in the originally empty void, peak after peak emerged like a broken painting, suddenly appearing within everyone's line of sight.

  Nine peaks rise from the ground and fly high, hundreds of feet tall, like the heavenly mountains, dotting the jade palace, unfortunately, it's far, far away, can't see clearly.

  "This is the opening of the mountain gate!"

  "It takes three years to meet again."

  There is an old man at the foot of Tianma Mountain who is proudly pointing and boasting to his young and confused junior beside him.

  Whether they are cultivators or ordinary people, on this day, gazing at the Tianyun Mountains is because today is the day of the Fuyao Conference, when the Temple of the Sun God opens its mountain gate every three years to welcome new disciples.

  The Hushan Great Array is opened, and the nine flying peaks that are usually hidden in clouds and mist, and obscured by illusions, will all appear at once.

  Nine peaks surround one mountain, which is Tian Du Mountain's main peak.

  A palace made of copper and red jade floated on the mountain, emitting a red glow, as if responding to the morning sun, like two suns rising in the east and west.

  Temple of the Sun God!

  This is the true core of the Taishang Shengmu Palace, one of the Seven Great Temples of the Heavenly Realm, and also a treasure that stabilizes the sect.

  The true nature and level of this ancestral temple is something that ordinary mortals and cultivators cannot know.

  Only knew it was very high, just like now, several mountains high.

  The treasure of Zhenzong is tied with a large piece of red copper square, floating high in the sky at the top of Tiandu Mountain.

  There is someone in the square!

  "Finally, it has begun."

  Wearing a loose robe with wide sleeves, he stood among the newly admitted disciples.

  Everyone was dressed in the same attire, their clothes fluttering as they rose with the Temple of the Sun God and drifted over the Copper Square, as if each one was about to ascend to heaven.

  Ning Feng felt somewhat unaccustomed, lowering his head to glance at the Taoist robe on his body.

  This is the solar cloak, with a pure white body and woven golden threads. It looks both peaceful and sacred, with a hint of golden light hidden within. If viewed from the right angle, the golden threads reflect the sunlight, becoming dazzlingly bright and impossible to gaze at directly.

  It is said that in the Temple of the Sun God, there was a special ceremonial robe called the Golden Thread Robe. The material for this sun cloak imitated the Golden Thread Robe, but only captured its form, not its spirit.

  "I wonder when I'll get to see what a golden brocade dress looks like?"

  The wind is blowing with expectation.

  Jīn lǚ yī, lí kāi tā hái yǒu xiē yáo yuǎn, nà shì tài yáng shén gōng yī zhǒng zhù míng de fǎ qì fǎ yī, pǔ tōng nèi mén dì zǐ pà shì dé bú dào shǒu de.

  This is just like the gentle breeze and the fluttering of clothes, high above the nine palaces.

  The Sun God Temple Master - Shen Bu Yi, and eight people who retreated half a step to the side, are the mountain masters of the various peaks of the temple.

  "Mahatma's Heavenly Inspection Method!"

  "Get up!"

  Shen Bu Yi's hands were raised high, facing the eastern sunrise from afar.

  The various peaks' masters dispersed a few steps, forming a semicircle around him, and shouted in unison.

  In front of the palace, the crimson copper ground cracked open, and a myriad of rays burst out, rising up a giant bronze mirror treasure that was several feet in diameter.

  Mirrored waters flowed with dense golden light, accompanied by the movements of nine people in front of the palace, bursting out a dazzling brilliance that shot straight into the sky, rushing towards the sunrise on the horizon.

  The next moment, the vast square, the magnificent palace, was all shrouded in a faint golden light, as if something in the bright sunlight had cast its gaze over.

  "Is this the Mahābhūta Sūtra?"

  Ning Feng was very interested and had yet to truly come into contact with the Dao of Cultivation, so he couldn't imagine what kind of great achievement that would be.

  In the vast and boundless world, wherever the sun is visible, as long as one's eyes can endure it, cultivators from all sides can see the scenery here from the sun.

  He only knew that from this moment on, thirty newly promoted disciples had entered the eyes of countless cultivators.

  The first step of soaring up 90,000 miles has been taken.

  "Fuyao Conference, start!"

  After announcing "Shen Bu Yi", he sat down directly.

  The various peak masters followed closely behind, each taking their seats in front of the palace and looking down at the newly promoted disciples.

  The new disciples were all young people, and at this critical moment, they couldn't help but get excited.

  It's not just them who are excited. Behind them, hundreds of feet away, there are invited guests and relatives of the disciples who have also come to witness the ceremony, and they can't remain calm either.

  "Chen Ximicro, out of line."

  A voice without doubt came from outside the palace.

  "Disciple Chen Xiwei pays respects to the Grandmaster and all the Mountain Masters."

  Chen Ximiao walked out step by step and arrived in front of the crowd of disciples, ten zhang away, where he made a grand bow before a white golden futon.

  "You may enter my Solar Temple, but be sure to observe the temple's rules and regulations, lest you commit an offense."

  Shen's voice of doubt echoed across the entire square, as if heaven and earth were asking questions, directly knocking on the heart.

  Whoever hears this sound involuntarily responds in their heart, and it is impossible to pretend even a single word.

  "Disciple, I agree."

  Chen Ximicro corrected his mind and intention, and also made another courtesy call.

  "Can you: with a diligent and courageous heart, make progress and ensure that the prestige of our temple does not decline?"

  "Disciple, you can!"

  Chen Xie's third journey, The Third Gift.

  "He rose with the same wind, on a day of great momentum, what is your wish?"

  Chen Ximiao's body trembled slightly on the couch, paused for a moment, and then raised his head again. Even if it was just his back, Ning Feng could still sense an indescribable aura.

  That is persistence, that is obsession, that is a great vow etched into one's bones.

  Under the gaze of seniors in the Temple of Gods, amidst the attention of peers, and under the scrutiny of cultivators from all over the world, Chen Xiwei uttered...