Chapter 90: Flying High and Unrestrained, I Am the Hero

  Ye Feng looked in the direction of the sound: The old man who spoke had been seen a few days ago in Luo Zong's main hall, but he wasn't very familiar with him. If it was really like what he said, giving me all the reward items would make me a nouveau riche, haha...

  Ye Feng knew that the reward for the newly elected True Disciple of the Jitian Sword Sect was extremely generous:

  Second prize: one inferior magic tool and a few "Earth Energy Cultivation Pills".

  Third prize: one ordinary sword pill, several "Ren Yi Qing Ning Dan" pills.

  Ye Feng thought about it and didn't think any further, the top three prizes were somewhat interesting to him, while the rest of the rewards were completely ignored, whether they existed or not was irrelevant.

  Sun Zhengyang listened to Yuan Zong say this, and his face was shocked: "Yuan Shixiong, have you gone crazy? The reward for the top ten is all given to this kid, do you want to suffocate him? In that case, this kid will be richer than me, I might as well call him 'Zong' (a term of respect)."

  Elder Yuan glared at him, his old face pressing against Sun Zhengyang's nose, opening his thick lips and directly spitting a mouthful of saliva onto Sun Zhengyang's face: "Damn you! Are you waiting for me to go crazy every day? Even if I really went crazy, this position wouldn't be yours to sit in with your little cultivation! What's the point of being richer than you? If you had any skills, when you were young, you would have done something like this at the True Disciple Conference too! I'd agree that all the benefits go to you!"

  Sun Zheng wiped the saliva from his face with a wide sleeve, looking at Yuan Changlao with disdain. Can such a person still cultivate immortality? Cultivating immortality emphasizes the way of neutrality and harmony, but under the leadership of Purple Xiaoshu of Feiyang Peak, it's becoming more and more like a den of secular bandits. Where is the aura of the immortal wind and bones? I'm ashamed to be with such people, ashamed to be with such people!

  The elders quarreled over this matter, and except for Sun Zhengyang and Zhang Mingyuan, everyone else agreed that Ye Feng should be the only one to become a true disciple, with all the rewards going to him. It's not just about being bold and powerful, but also about having that kind of aura, the kind of temperament that Zi Xiaozhenren had mentioned: the temperament of flying high and being proud!

  Most of the elders in Fei Yang Peak were brought up by Zi Xiao True Person, and they had always idolized Zi Xiao True Person as their role model. Those who had achieved some success were almost all taught by Zi Xiao True Person! As soon as they saw that Ye Feng emitted the aura that Zi Xiao True Person liked, they immediately started to like this young man.

  Can a cultivator be so indecisive? Going against the heavens, one must act naturally and follow their heart! Following the heavenly way, one must respect the heavens in all things, listen to the heavens? Why not go to the Eastern Continent's "Moral Dao Sect"? What's with this "Rebellious Sword Sect"?!

  The other disciples on the viewing platform also discussed it, and the senior brother who had just chatted with Ye Feng said: "I didn't expect Brother Ye to be so powerful, no wonder he dares to offend people in his sect and uphold justice everywhere, now it seems that he really has this ability!"

  Another person shook his head and said: "In the past, he didn't even dare to accept other people's challenges, thinking that he was a coward who only knew how to be righteous for others. Who would have thought that he was actually hiding his true abilities?"

  Everyone raised their thumbs to praise Ye Feng, completely gone was the earlier atmosphere of wanting to gang up on him. Ye Feng glanced around and muttered to himself: "Strength! Strength is everything!"

  Luo Yunfei, standing on the high platform, looked at the chaotic elders and shook his head loudly, saying: "All of you, stop arguing!"

  At that moment, the entire cave fell silent, and only Luoyunfei's voice was heard: "Zhang Mingyuan, as the elder of Lingjian Peak, don't interfere with our Feiyang Peak's affairs. Why not hurry back to see how the selection of your true disciples is going?"

  Zhang Mingyuan was blocked until his face turned bright red, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. He glanced at Meng Changjun lying under the stage, then looked at the "Golden Thunder Stone Monument" on the stage that had been shattered into two halves. Zhang Mingyuan let out a long sigh, stepped on the flying sword, and walked away with a huff.

  Luo Yunfei looked at Zhang Mingyuan's back and stroked his beard, saying loudly: "You all stop arguing, according to the sect's rules, I hereby declare Ye Feng as the 'first place' of this True Transmission Selection, also the only one who passed the assessment in this competition. From now on, Ye Feng is our Flying Peak's true transmission disciple. The rest of you are all unqualified for this assessment, come back next time for the True Transmission Selection."

  Everyone except Sun Zhengyang applauded and congratulated Ye Feng enthusiastically, while Sun Zhengyang sat on the ground with a look of despair and resentment.

  Luo Yunfei's serious expression turned into a smile, and he continued: "As for the reward of the true disciple, I have decided to give all the rewards of the top three to Ye Feng. The remaining rewards will be temporarily retained by the sect and awarded together with the next grand selection."

  The crowd was in an uproar again: "This kid has struck it rich, just the elixirs are enough to last him a year and a half, these elixirs we rarely see, let alone two magical artifacts!"

  The inner disciples of the Inverse Heaven Sword Sect mostly use long swords as their weapons, which are considered divine instruments in the secular world and only suitable for royal nobles to own. Many people use them as family heirlooms, just like the "Shangfang Treasure Sword", and treasure them as precious objects. However, such weapons are extremely ordinary in the Inverse Heaven Sword Sect, and every inner disciple is equipped with one upon entering the sect.

  And for inner disciples, having a magic weapon is simply a luxury. As long as you have one, even if it's of the lowest quality, it's equivalent to having power. Other inner disciples will try their best to get close to you, flatter you, and treat you like an idol in their eyes.

  Under the envious gaze of the crowd, Ye Feng cupped his hands and bowed to the elderly figures in the upper seats of the viewing platform, saying: "Inner Gate... True Disciple Ye Feng, thanks to all the elder seniors."

  Luo Yunfei nodded in satisfaction and said to the elder beside him, "Later, all of you go to 'Zhen Chuan Hall', don't forget what I said before."

  The elders nodded in agreement and bid farewell to Luoyunfei, turning around to ride their flying swords and shooting out of the cave like meteors.

  Sun Zhengyang stood up, patted his butt, and with a somewhat dazed expression, he stiffly smiled at Luo Yunfei, then fiercely glared at Ye Feng before turning around and flying away.

  Everyone saw that the elders had all left, and they also dispersed one after another. Several disciples who were very close to Meng Changjun and Hu Lin'an in their daily lives carried the two seriously injured men out.

  Sun Fengtao was not injured, but because Ye Feng took away his sixth-grade Greedy Wolf, he was shocked and his legs went soft, unable to stand up, and was also supported by the crowd of junior brothers.

  Luo Yunfei came to the stage, patted Ye Feng's shoulder and smiled: "You did a good job, didn't disappoint me. Come to 'Zhen Chuan Hall' later."

  As he spoke, a cloud of fog rose from under his feet, and with a flying sword shining brightly, he flew away.

  "Zhen Chuan Hall?" Ye Feng whispered: "Where is it? I've never heard of it before."

  Ye Feng's eyes rolled around and he hastily raised his sword, taking a step forward with both feet as Luo Yunfei chased after him.

  Ye Feng's foot stepped on the Jian Wan, tightly pursuing without letting go. At first, he could still vaguely see Luo Yunfei's shadow, but his own Jian Wan could only fly in mid-air, and its speed was also somewhat lacking, completely unable to compare with Luo Yunfei's flying sword. In a short while, Luo Yunfei's shadow disappeared into the high clouds.

  He followed Luo Yunfei for a distance, but now he couldn't see his shadow anymore. It was only then that Ye Feng realized he seemed to have gotten lost.

  Surrounded by towering peaks that pierced the clouds, the eye could see countless layers of mountains, undulating mountain ranges like a vast ocean stretching as far as the eye could see, and I was already deeply trapped in the midst of the layered mountains.

  "Damn it!" Ye Feng scratched his head: "I didn't expect the territory of the Inverse Heaven Sword Sect to be so large, I should have brought a compass when I went out."

  Ye Feng grumbled a few words and suddenly flew forward in the direction where Luo Yunfei's figure had just appeared.

  A wisp of fragrance, before his eyes vaguely appeared the seven peaks of the Inverse Sword Sect piercing through the clouds, Ye Feng recognized them at a glance and let out a long sigh: Finally back.

  The grand hall of Fei Yangfeng was empty and deserted, with no one in sight. It was clear that this was not the "True Transmission Hall" that Luoyunfei had spoken of.

  Ye Feng went out and found a young disciple who was practicing his skills. He walked up to him and asked, "Excuse me, brother, where is the 'True Transmission Hall'?"

  The young apprentice turned his head and was startled by Ye Feng's appearance. Only then did Ye Feng notice his own image: his entire body was covered in dust, his white robe was missing a sleeve, revealing an arm with the Heavenly Wolf tattoo.

  The young disciple looked up and down at Ye Feng, pointing to the main hall with his finger and said weakly: "I haven't been there either, but I've heard that if you follow the back mountain of the main hall all the way in, you'll get there."

  "Thanks!" Ye Feng once again threw out a sword pellet, flying in the direction of the young disciple's pointing finger.

  Ye Feng only flew for a short while, and a breathtaking landscape unfolded before his eyes. A vast basin, covering an area of thousands of hectares, was surrounded by towering mountains on all sides. The lush greenery stretched as far as the eye could see, set against the blue sky and white clouds, with a patch of emerald green swaying gently in the breeze.

  Surrounded by lush greenery, in the center of the basin stands a magnificent and resplendent palace-like building. The leaves gently closed around the sword-shaped decorations, and only when arriving at the palace gate did one feel their own insignificance.

  In front of the palace, there are over a hundred layers of granite steps, with two stone lions standing on either side, several meters high, majestic and dignified. As you climb the steps, two red stone gates stand like giants, blocking Ye Feng's path. Above the gate is a gold-lettered blue plaque with four large characters: Fei Yang Xian Fu

  Ye Feng looked at the sign and muttered to himself: "It should be this one. Even if it's not, it won't hurt to go in and take a look."

  Just as Ye Feng was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, the two large doors creaked open with a "creak" sound. A young disciple wearing a Taoist robe walked out from inside, smiling and said: "The sect master has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

  Ye Feng nodded and followed the young disciple all the way inside.

  Inside the fairy temple, it's surprisingly large. Following the young disciple who led the way, we walked through nine bends and eighteen turns, passing through countless long corridors, courtyards, fake mountains and strange rocks, pavilions and platforms. If I had come in by myself, I would have gotten lost. Later, we arrived at the gate of a grand hall.

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