Chapter 91: Southern Demon Sect, Pretending to be Crazy but Not Mad

  "Which one?"

  Shen Zhaoxuan scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed to speak, and hesitated for half a day before finally unable to meet Ning Feng's inquiring gaze. He sighed and said: "It's the Southern Demon Sect."

  "Nan Fang Mo Zong?"

  Ning Feng felt very unfamiliar with this name.

  Shen Zhaoxuan let out another sigh, looking at the tightly clenched corner of his clothes, then looked up to see that no one had started yet, so he might as well give up and leave.

  "The Demon Sect's roots are in the North, a thousand years ago, the Blood Robe Ancestor broke out of the gate and established the Southern Demon Sect in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave in the South, claiming to be the ancestor of the Southern Demon Sect."

  "One of the seven major sects in the world, Mo Yan's flames are overwhelming. In the seven major sects, it is also a leader among its peers and one of the top sects. Who would have thought that a thousand years ago, when the Blood Robe Old Ancestor broke out, the Mo Sect did not know why none of the old ancestors appeared, and after ten years of war, they were unable to be eradicated, and in the end, they could only watch as it grew stronger."

  Shen Zhaoxuan's words were light and casual, one burst out of the door, one fought for ten years, and the final conclusion was nothing more than "cannot be exterminated", as if it were a trivial matter of two villages fighting over water.

  The sound of the wind in his ears, effortlessly restored that decade-long battle, just how intense it was, what kind of stormy weather, what kind of bloody sky, and how many powerful demons fell.

  "What's next?"

  Ning Feng couldn't help but ask out loud.

  "What happened afterwards?" Shen Zhaoxuan said calmly: "The Demon Sect split in two, the old demons watched as the foundation of the Demon Sect collapsed without showing up, it must be that some unknown change occurred, so the seven sects under heaven nibbled and tested each other, for a thousand years, the former number one Demon Sect became the last of the seven sects, its prestige gone."

  "Is that so." Ning Feng's heart was filled with longing. He had heard all sorts of secrets and legends, and he regretted not being born a thousand years earlier to participate in them.

  "Wait a minute, something doesn't seem right?"

  Ning Feng was taken aback for a moment before reacting, "Senior brother, we were discussing Soul Realm matters. Are you saying that the Southern Demon Sect has a Soul Realm?"

  "Are we going to take action against them in our temple?"

  Shen Zhaoxuan nodded naturally and explained, "A thousand years ago, when the Blood Robe Ancestor broke out of the door. It is said that he took away nearly half of the Magic Sect's treasure house, only then could he support that ten-year war."

  "Not long ago, our Soul Realm had a problem. After inquiring, the Ancestors found out that among the treasures taken away by Blood Robe Ancestor back then, there was Yun Meng Realm, one of the top Soul Realms under heaven."

  Shen Zhaoxuan said up to here, patted Ning Feng's shoulder and said: "Younger brother, don't worry, within three years, our Divine Palace will go to the Southern Demon Sect to seek the Cloud Dream Realm."

  "Robbery?" Ning Feng swallowed his saliva and sighed: "It's robbery, I suppose?"

  "Cough, cough, cough..." Shen Zhaoxuan coughed a few times and said: "We are the glorious Sun God Temple, one of the top seven sects in the world. How can we use the word 'snatch'?"

  He then spoke in a weak tone: "Of course, when necessary, it's still better to go through the motions and make a good show of asking."

  After Shen Zhaoxuan finished speaking, he himself felt that it was too shameless and turned his head away, not wanting to see the expression on Ning Feng's face.

  "Alright."

  After a while, Ning Feng digested Shen Zhaoxuan's words and thought about the impending war between the Sun God Temple and the Southern Demon Sect within three years. He felt his whole body heat up, as if the sun god's light had boiled all the blood in his body.

  "It's too short, time is too short."

  Although the storm is still expected, it has not yet destroyed reason.

  In just three short years, how much progress can he make? How can he be qualified to participate in such a war that is no different from destroying the door, second only to the seven major sects of the world competing with each other?

  "Dong... Dong... Dong..."

  The jade gong sounds again and again, suddenly ringing out, its sound lingering, echoing in the Tian Du mountain range, every corner of the Nine Peaks of the Temple of Heaven.

  In an instant, whether it was the newly promoted outer disciples of Shen Gong or Ning Feng and others at the foot of the palace, their spirits were all shaken, and they looked up at Shen Bu Yi who stood tall in front of the palace.

  "The voice of the Shengong Palm Teaching echoed, entering everyone's ears: 'Practicing one way, going against the current, not advancing means retreating. Every three years, a comparison is made, with the upper level examining and transmitting to the next generation, and the lower level supporting and promoting the younger generation.'"

  Ning Feng and his generation had just become direct disciples of the Divine Palace, whether they were early bloomers or those who were still unclear, all listened intently to Shen Bu Yi's voice.

  "It turns out...…, it's not just us who need Xiao Bi."

  Ning Feng glanced at Shen Zhaoxuan and found that he had a bitter expression, seemingly very reluctant and unwilling to participate.

  "I don't know where they were and what was going on."

  Ning Feng thought that Xiao Bi was referring to the new junior disciple he had seen three years ago when he first entered the outer gate of the Spiritual Academy.

  Now that he heard Shennuoyidao, he finally understood that every single god palace had to participate in the small competition. The difference was that they were different according to their entry time, cultivation realm and so on.

  Ning Feng quietly reminded himself to ask Shen Zhaoxuan about the content of his little comparison when he turned back, and then immediately gathered his spirits and focused his attention on the present.

  At the top, Shěn Bù Yí's hand rose, and dozens of blurry light clusters shot up into the sky, chasing and colliding with each other, flying towards the direction where Nìng Fēng and others were.

  "This is..."

  Ning Feng looked up curiously at the light clusters, and saw that there were about thirty of them, each with a different color. Even among the red ones, there were varying shades of deep and light, dense and pale, which clearly distinguished thirty different colors.

  At that moment when the number was clear, Ning Feng and others understood what it was used for.

  "Drawing lots..."

  Ning Feng curled his lip in disdain. He hadn't expected that even the little competition at the Immortal Sect would resort to drawing lots. It was a waste of his expectations, which had been high for this event.

  Three years ago, watching from afar, the details were not clear due to the strong winds, and attention was focused on the intense battles one after another, without noticing how the opponents were eliminated.

  "All you new disciples, if not now, when?"

  Shen Bu Yi let out a loud shout, and thirty light orbs suddenly paused, falling from the sky like shooting stars.

  Ning Feng subconsciously raised his hand, and the several light groups closest to him suddenly suspended in mid-air, as if people walking on the street had suddenly heard someone calling their name and stopped in surprise.

  "So it was chosen like this."

  Ning Feng suddenly understood and casually chose one, beckoning with his hand.

  In an instant, a dark blue light cluster shot out at a speed several hundred times faster and flew towards Ning Feng's palm.

  "Bang!"

  At the moment when the light group was thrown into his palm, Ning Feng felt a pain in his palm and instinctively retracted his hand.

  "Huh?"

  "It's interesting."

  Ning Feng opened his palm and saw a small golden dragon appear on it, like an imprint.

  Different from the others, this little dragon seemed to be alive, constantly swimming around in Ning Feng's palm, as if it were a divine dragon soaring through the nine heavens, patrolling its own territory.

  "One dragon is one, two dragons are two...... and so on."

  "The new disciple's small competition is divided into four rounds. In the first round, one dragon competes against thirty dragons, two dragons compete against twenty-nine dragons... The winner advances to the second round, still competing head-to-head until the final three strongest disciples of this generation are determined."

  Shen Bu Yi briefly explained it again. It was a simple rule, and everyone present immediately understood it.

  Ning Feng and the others were either searching for their first round opponents, or they hadn't yet counted clearly how many dragons they had in hand. Tian Yunzi and the other seniors, however, instantly figured out what the battle order would be like.

  "Cheater!"

  The first one who shouted was Tianyunzi.

  "Teacher Zhang, under the watchful eyes of everyone, how dare you cheat?"

  Tianyunzi's anger surged forth, and with a flick of his sleeve, he was about to step forward to argue.

  Before they had gone two steps, Tian Yue Tong Er, Tian Ji Zi and Tian Xing Zi rushed forward, either blocking or embracing Tian Yun Zi, just managing to stop him from making a scene in front of the newly promoted outer sect disciples.

  Of course, making a joke is Ning Feng's idea. Thinking back to the entrance ceremony, with the Day Patrol Heaven Law transmitting the scene to all places where the sun rises and sets, these people still dare to fight, let alone today.

  Just as Tianyunzi failed to rush up, Shen Buyi immediately felt at ease and coughed dryly: "How do you explain this, Master Tianyun?"

  "My disciple Ning Feng, from start to finish, is probably going to bump into Lu Xue, Zeng Zuimei, Bao Xi and the others. What about your own disciple Chen Yaotou? You tell me yourself, isn't this cheating?"

  Tian Yunzi's heart ached and his head spun: "It was just a gamble, but you, the dignified leader of the True Person Sect, how could you be so despicable? Don't stop me, don't stop me, today I will not rest until I settle this with him."

  As soon as he said that, Ning Feng immediately reacted and realized that if there was no dark horse, he would have to fight all three heroes to become the champion of this generation.

  The rest of the mountain masters went through it in their minds, and those who found that their own disciples were at a disadvantage immediately glared at Shen Bu Yi with anger, blocking Tian Yunzi's hand from letting go.

  This time is good, another confusion, Tianyunzi was about to rush into the palace, but was pulled down at the last moment and persuaded for a while before walking back with a huff.

  "Come here, wind."

  Tianyunzi was still angry and shouted at Ningfeng as he walked by, his voice carrying a metallic tone.

  Ning Feng shrank his neck and went forward obediently, even though he felt it was very likely that he would be blamed.

  "Master."

  He had just shouted, and the movement of his courtesy was not finished yet. Tianyunzi pulled him over and said with hatred: "The old thief is not a human being, and the teacher is hindered by the overall situation today, so there is no way to settle accounts with him. Feng Er, you must be careful not to lose the face of the teacher."

  Facing Tianyunzi's gaze, Ningfeng felt his shoulders weighed down as if by a mountain, and he could hardly breathe.

  "They comforted their teacher and promised you that if you can be the chief in this situation, we will join forces to find that old fellow and give you a rare opportunity."

  "Don't miss it."

  Tianyunzi reached out and pressed Ningfeng's shoulder, then patted it a few times.

  "Huh?"

  Ning Feng suddenly raised his head, and in his heart he was originally wondering what the so-called rare opportunity was. But when he met Shang Tianyun's gaze, these thoughts instantly dispersed cleanly.

  Tianyunzi actually... blinked at him... blinked her eyes...

  Ning Feng almost thought he was mistaken, but Tian Yunzi blinked and returned to his extremely annoyed expression, as if he might roll up his sleeves and storm into the palace again at any moment to fight with Shen Bu Yi.

  "I understand..."

  Tianyunzi had finished passing on the message and turned around for half a day before Ningfeng suddenly realized.

  "Master, this is fake madness and pretended anger, forcing the other mountain master to maintain overall situation and calm him down, and get me that opportunity."

  "It's really..."

  Ning Feng thought for half a day and couldn't think of a better explanation. Under his breath, he added: "...cunning."

  "Isn't being the chief that easy?"

  Ning Feng's gaze swept over Chen Ximiao, who was calmly playing with the Qixi ring, and separately stood behind Tian Jizi and Tian Xingzi, Bao Xi, Zeng Zuimu, and even the so-called Four Heroes, which one was easy to get along with?

  "First game:"

  Calm down!

  Wū Shān!

  Shen Bu Yi, a direct disciple of Tian Ze Peak, finished explaining the rules and stepped aside, shouting loudly:

  "Let's start!" (......)