Chapter Fourteen: The Phoenix Arrives at the Auspicious Temple, Knowing I Am Coming

  "I wish:"

  The moon is full and bright, with the phoenix arriving in its splendor!

  When Chen Xiwei uttered the words "I wish", there was still some depression, but when he reached "You Feng Lai Yi" it was like a young phoenix's clear voice, proudly and brightly.

  She slowly got up from the white jade couch, her body straightened, facing the upper palace, towards the nine heavens, with her head held high and chest out.

  Ning Feng gazed at Chen Xiwei's back from over a hundred feet away, as if looking at a proud phoenix spreading its wings, determined to soar to great heights, my heart unregretful.

  "The moon is full and unbroken, but at home there are people who have scattered, must they reunite?"

  "What does 'the phoenix comes with luck' mean?"

  Although the wind was strong, it didn't hinder his appreciation of the solitary figure standing proudly in front of him, with a majestic back like that of a young phoenix.

  "You have spirit."

  In front of the palace, Shen Bu Yi nodded and stroked his beard, saying: "From your wish, I can see that Chen Xi's fate is full of twists and turns. Even tomorrow will be a difficult journey with much hardship and toil. Do you understand?"

  Chen Xi'ao raised her head, her snow-white neck like a swan's, her voice clear and bright:

  "Even if I were to ascend to a high position alone and be buried with a thousand pieces of gold, I would have no regrets!"

  Every word was like a sharp sword, clear and melodious, yet as sonorous as metal striking the ground.

  "Alright, alright, alright!"

  Shen Bu Yi burst out laughing and said: "Then, Xiao Wei, you can enter the Tian Ze Peak now."

  "As expected..."

  Ning Feng recalled the subtle meaning in Chen Xi's words, thinking of what she had said a few days ago, and indeed it was Tian Ze Peak.

  "Wait!"

  The other mountain owners who were still looking at Chen Xiwei with a gaze of appreciation and pity suddenly changed their expressions, and some even called out in anxiety.

  "Chen Xiwei is the leader of this generation's disciples who have washed their spirits, how can he privately accept and give?"

  "I see Chen Xi has great ambitions, suitable for entering under Tianming Peak."

  "Nonsense! Last time, Tianyun Peak was the one that received the least number of disciples. This time, no matter what, we should be the first to choose..."

  “……”

  A crowd of disciples below, a large group of onlookers in the back, all with their eyes wide and mouths agape, their faces covered in confusion: what's going on here?

  I think of those who are far and wide, through the Dharma of the Great Sun's circulation in heaven, observing and paying respects to the meeting of Fu Yao. At this moment, I am thinking in the same way.

  Shen Bu Yi coughed and waved his hand.

  In an instant, a brilliant light enveloped everything, and the Temple of the Sun God was shrouded in it. Everything in front of the temple was obscured, and nothing could be seen or heard except for the occasional raised voices of argument.

  No need to see or hear, just think about it and who doesn't know what's going on inside?

  "This... this..."

  Ning Feng rubbed his face, that was shame, and then looked up at the sky with a proud sun like fire, and muttered: "You'd better pay attention to the impact, this is live broadcast, right?"

  Fortunately, the farce of snatching the son did not last too long. After a dozen breaths, the light waterfall that shrouded the outside of the palace dispersed, and the master of the Taishan Palace regained his composure, appearing in front of everyone.

  Their clothes were neat and tidy, but their faces were sullen, their expressions resentful, yet they couldn't hide it no matter what.

  Shen Bu Yi coughed lightly twice, as if reminding them to pay attention to the atmosphere, and then said warmly: "Chen Xiwei, since you've entered my door, why haven't you come up?"

  Chen Ximiao seemed to be unaffected by the previous events, walking step by step on the Red Copper Square, his footsteps firm, heading straight for the Temple of God.

  "Brush!"

  A beam of light as thick as an ancient tree in a deep mountain for thousands of years broke through the air and enveloped Chen Ximiao's body, following her every step forward, like a gaze from above looking down.

  In an instant, the world was watching.

  Above Chen Xiwu's head, about ten feet away, the sky gathered together, a phoenix spread its wings, a paulownia tree held up the sky, the phoenix perched on the paulownia, dazzling with color.

  Ning Feng watched from afar as Chen Xiang's figure disappeared into the Temple of Gods, watching as she knelt before Shen Bu Yi, and seeing that lone radiant phoenix spread its wings and soar high, alighting upon a paulownia tree, a surge of enlightenment bursting forth in his heart.

  "Our generation cultivates immortality and seeks the Tao. With one word 'I am willing', it's not asking what you are willing to do, but whether you can be firm and unshakeable, and persistent without regret."

  "One question and one answer, what I wish for is what I wish for, knocking on the door of my true heart."

  Under the gaze of everyone's admiration, envy, suspicion and expectation, Chen Ximiao received the Sun Scarf from Shen Buji personally, then stood behind the God Palace Master.

  The woman stood there with elegance and serenity, like a chrysanthemum. If not for witnessing the previous scene, who would have known that a phoenix was dwelling in her heart, radiant and dazzling.

  "What's left of last night's drunken ink?"

  ……

  "What's going on with Bao Xi?"

  ……

  Chen Xiwei was followed by Zeng Zui Mo, who transcended the second heavenly tribulation of self-washing, and then Bao Xi.

  Outside the door for three years, they were originally second only to Chen Xiwei, a temporary celebrity.

  The same knock on the heart, the same beam of light shining on people, the same granting of the sun's ribbon, listed in the gate wall of the Sun God Temple.

  Compared with Chen Xunxu, they get too little attention.

  Ning Feng could even sense the disappointment from his fellow disciples who had yet to take the stage.

  "It's not losing that makes you a ghost."

  "Have these few days of busy running around and investment all gone down the drain?"

  Lower your head in the gentle breeze, lest your expression reveal anything unusual.

  He watched with cold eyes, where he didn't know yet, after the dispute with Chen Xiwei, the recruitment of disciples in the back peaks became interesting, completely following the order, one mountain peak and one mountain peak recruited people.

  The Temple of the Sun God is one of the top seven sects in the world. One embarrassing incident is already too many.

  Rather than fighting over it, why not sit in a row and divide it equally?

  This is great, those disciples who have walked the wrong path, chose a familiar mountain peak, their minds are all empty, that look of losing a loved one, really makes Ning Feng unable to help but want to laugh.

  One by one, the grand vows of the newly promoted Tian Gong disciples resounded loudly in the square, echoing in everyone's ears.

  There are those who want to transcend the other shore, there are those who want to live forever and see far, there are those who want to uproot the strong and support the weak, and make the universe clear and bright...

  "What was I just saying?"

  After hearing the wind, his heart was empty and spiritual, and all the scenes in front of him did not enter his eyes. The noise in his ears had never been paid attention to, as if he had entered a state of trance, with a feeling similar to entering the Nine Apertures Stone.

  All the way to...

  "Peaceful wind, exit in order."

  Shen Bu Yi shouted out his name as he taught the divine palace palm technique.

  The wind blows left and right, empty and desolate, a newly promoted disciple of Shen Gong Temple, only he is left.

  At the front row of nine senior brothers stood behind, either three or four, and the rest of the newly promoted disciples stood in order.

  Fu Yao Conference has come to an end.

  Ning Feng took a deep breath and walked forward step by step to the white jade mat, then bowed in the direction of the Temple of the Sun God.

  "Disciple Ning Feng, paying respects to the Grandmaster, and to all the Mountain Masters."

  His knees touched the cushion, from his kneecaps down, from the top of his head, a warm feeling spread throughout his body.

  "You may enter: My Solar Temple, carefully observe the temple rules, and do not commit any offense."

  The words were repeated thirty times, still clear and resonant in the square, echoing deep into one's heart.

  "Disciple, I'm willing!"

  The wind blows again and I bow once more.

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

  "Disciple, you can!"

  The gentle breeze made three bows, and the most crucial question also arrived: "When he rose with the same wind, on the day of Fu Yao, what was your wish?"

  "I..."

  Ning Feng opened his mouth slightly, and the void spiritual realm shattered. Countless scenes and images poured in like flying flowers before his eyes.

  "I..."

  It seems like I've seen my past life right before my eyes, seeing myself struggling and toiling away for a lifetime, exhausting all my worries, making choices without any options.

  "I..."

  He also saw that in the soul realm, the bookworm traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, thought of all kinds of methods, tried billions of possibilities, but still failed.

  In that vast expanse of heaven and earth, during those days, the scholar was like a chess piece, arranged by the invisible hand of fate, unable to escape.

  "I..."

  Ning Feng's fist clenched unknowingly, he saw himself standing at the top of the snowy peak, the pinnacle of the world, with his head held high and chest out, a flower bloomed, and the snow-covered land was filled with countless flowers...

  Unconsciously, Ningfeng stood up from the couch, just like standing at the top of a snowy mountain, with his waist as straight as a spear.

  It was his lifelong wish to never bow down and kneel.

  "I wish:"

  "Great carefree, great freedom."

  "I want all people under heaven to know that I have been here."

  The words were spoken clearly and loudly, like a bell ringing out, and after expressing his lifelong wishes, he felt refreshed all over, as if the gloom of the past had been swept away in an instant.

  A path leading directly to heaven is waiting for him to soar upwards.

  One step, two steps, three steps...

  Ning Feng walked step by step towards the Temple of the Sun God, a pillar of heavenly light, like the heavens' gaze, piercing through the nine skies and down, enveloping his body.

  Can't stop him for a step.

  When Ning Feng took his first step, a strange phenomenon appeared above his head, with various omens emerging.

  Innumerable rays of light converge into a column of smoke and shoot up into the sky.

  A wolf's howl pierces the air, like a furious roar, as if in the desolate wilderness, a lone gray wolf is wailing, even under the bright moon hanging high, its long cry shakes and falls.

  This stunning scene

  Can't tell him apart at a glance.

  Ning Feng's expression was more determined than ever before, his eyes clearer than they had been in years. A single path lay at his feet, leading straight to the Temple of Gods.

  "Congratulations, Tianyun Shidi."

  Shen Bu Yi couldn't help but exclaim out loud for the first time: "This child's life is so intense, I've only seen it once in my lifetime."

  Standing out from the crowd, Tianyun Peak's master, Tianyunzi, swept his gaze and burst into laughter.

  "Disciple Ning Feng, paying respects to Master."

  Ning Feng brought a clean smile and clear eyesight to pay respects to his benefactor.

  Tianyunzi unfolded the handkerchief in his hand, shining brightly with golden light, and tied it to Ningfeng's forehead.

  He placed one hand on Ning Feng's head, his voice echoing far and wide: "From this day forward, Ning Feng will be my Tianyunzi Sect's personally transmitted, seventh disciple."

  The Shinto priests and all the mountain owners clapped their hands in laughter and congratulated each other in unison.

  "The Fu Yao Conference has come to an end."

  "Go away."

  Shen Buyi laughed loudly and stretched out his hand to retrieve the Great Sun Heaven-Piercing Mirror.

  The various mountain peaks and masters of the mountains greeted each other with a bow, their sleeves fluttering as they rose into the air.

  Just as Ning Feng stood behind Tian Yunzi, he suddenly felt his body lighten and was pulled by an invisible force to fly up, following behind Tian Yunzi towards one of the Flying Heaven Nine Peaks.

  Suddenly soaring upwards, rising high into the nine-layered heavens.

  "Look, look, that's my son, my son!"

  Ning Feng faintly heard a familiar voice, turned his head to look, and on the square an old bookworm could no longer hold back, jumping up and down like a child.

  Hearing his uncontrollable laughter, Ning Feng's face also involuntarily revealed a smile.