Lei Xingfeng came before Wu Yang and bowed with a smile. "Greetings, Ancestor." Every time he saw Wu Yang, he had a strange feeling. Why was this person so beautiful?
Wu Yang smiled. "Today is the day of your eldest senior brother's breakthrough. Many people are here to watch. Haha, come and greet your elders." He didn't care about any of his other disciples, only calling XinFeng over, one could imagine how envious and jealous he was.
XinFeng was of course happy, to be able to meet a senior expert meant that he had connections, especially a friend of a person like Wu Yang, he definitely wouldn't be a normal person, he would at least be a Monarch.
The three of them sat on the side with a few disciples standing behind them.
XinFeng glanced over, there were two men and a woman, two old men and a young woman. This woman was extremely young, looking no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Her looks were average, in terms of beauty, she couldn't even compare to Wuyang, but she had a kind of temperament, a kind of inviolable temperament.
The other two men were old men with white beards. One of them gave Lei Xingfeng a strong feeling that he was wretched, very wretched. Even sitting on the chair, he looked very wretched. One foot was on the front of the chair, his hands hugging his knees. The other foot was stretched out straight. His chin was on his knees, and his triangular eyes stared at Lei Xingfeng.
There was also an old man who looked at XinFeng with a smile, this man had a benevolent look, as if he was an elder.
Wu Yang put his arm around Lei Xingfeng's shoulder and smiled. "Come, take a look at my grand disciple!"
Lei Xingfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Wu Yang's appearance was very much like a peddler showing off something he was proud of.
They all had disciples behind them, and they all looked at Lei Xingfeng with disdain. They could all see that Lei Xingfeng was only an Eighth Ring Sage. What was there to brag about? They were all Ninth Ring Sages, and no one had ever introduced him in such a tone.
Wu Yang said, "This is your ancestor's aunt, Heavenly Lord Lin Bo."
Lei Xingfeng was stunned. Ancestral Martial Aunt? Heaven Monarch! He was absolutely stunned. After coming to this world, this woman was the second Heaven Monarch. She was very frightening, and he didn't dare to neglect her. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately reacted. He hurriedly went forward and said, "Disciple Lei Xingfeng greets Ancestral Martial Aunt!"
Lin Bo smiled and said, "Amazing, good aptitude. Little guy, how old are you?" She could tell that Lei Xingfeng was different with just one look.
Lei Xingfeng said, "Ancestral Martial Aunt, this disciple is almost thirty years old." In this world, cultivators under the age of sixty were considered young. This was recognized by everyone.
Lin Bo's eyes flashed with surprise. She said, "What a young child. He's already an Eighth Ring Sage. Wu Yang, your grand-disciple is not bad."
An Eighth Ring Sage under the age of thirty, even if they were Monarchs and Lords of Heaven, they were still shocked. His cultivation speed was a bit scary, and in their eyes, Lei Xinfeng's foundation was very solid. He wasn't the kind of expert who was forced to use Yin Rings. The two were completely different. In their eyes, there were two types of Ninth Ring Sages: those who had the potential to become Monarchs, and those who didn't have the potential to become Monarchs. The former were treasures, while the latter were trash.
Lin Bo stared at Lei Xingfeng again, shook her head, and sighed. "Good guy, lightning element! Little Gucci, you've found a treasure. Haha. "
Lei Xingfeng's scalp went numb. Master was just a little Gucci in her mouth. This woman looked so young. She was probably much older than Master, but she didn't show it on the surface.
Wu Yang laughed proudly. In fact, he was also very proud.
"This is your Martial Uncle, Big Bono. You can call him Martial Uncle Polo."
Big Bono was the kind-looking old man. Lei Xingfeng stepped forward and bowed. "Greetings, Martial Uncle Polo." He knew the meaning of Martial Uncle. This person was a True Monarch, not a Heavenly Lord.
Big Bono nodded. "Not bad, little guy. You can come to my house to play in the future."
Only then did Wu Yang introduce the wretched old man. "This is your Martial Uncle, Lazi. You can call him Martial Uncle Lazi."
Lei Xingfeng thought, Lazi? What a strange name. He didn't dare to be disrespectful. "Greetings, Martial Uncle Lazi." Another True Monarch.
Lazi picked his nose without caring about his image. "Oh, little guy, to be praised by Martial Uncle Lin Bo, you're not bad. It seems that Martial Uncle Wu Yang's third generation has also risen. Maybe there will be two True Monarchs. Hmm, let's see if Little Fengfeng can succeed this time. Hehe."
Little Fengfeng?
Lei Xingfeng didn't understand immediately. It took him a while to realize that Lazi was talking about Feng Chenzong. He was secretly shocked. So, Feng Chenzong already knew so many seniors.
Wu Yang said confidently, "It will definitely succeed!"
Lei Xingfeng also knew that Feng Chenzong's chances of success were very high. Because he had the Sky Crystal, his chances of success increased by at least 40%. Feng Chenzong's potential wasn't bad, otherwise he wouldn't have been taken in by Gucci. So, he had at least a 20% to 30% chance of success. Adding the Sky Crystal to the success rate, he had a 60% to 70% chance of success.
Of course, the actual advancement couldn't be calculated like this. There were other factors, such as the great stamp platform. There were good and bad ones. There were countless consumables for a good stamp platform. Without great ability, it was impossible to gather all of them. This also involved the technique of making the stamp platform. As for a poor stamp platform, who knew what kind of materials would be used. If one dared to use this kind of stamp platform to advance, the chances of death would be more than 99.99%.
There was also the preparation of materials for one's advancement. One couldn't just advance with a large imprint platform. One had to add some materials to the imprint platform. If the imprint platform was a bottle, then one had to fill the bottle with liquid when advancing to True Monarch. This was the function of the imprint platform. A good imprint platform was like a perfect bottle, while a bad imprint platform was like a bottle with countless holes. How could the two be compared?
In addition, there were also the materials needed for advancement. This included things like sky crystals. These could increase one's strength or increase one's chances of success. These were all things that had to be prepared in advance.
Therefore, when a Ninth Ring Sage advanced to True Monarch, it was a grand ceremony. Even if they didn't succeed and died, no one would look down on them. This was a display of courage and strength. Only those who had extreme confidence in themselves would choose to advance.
True Monarchs were the true core of Hidden Sects.
Feng Chenzong was already sitting on top of the stamp platform. He didn't say a word and just calmed himself down. He needed to adjust his state of mind, adjust his body's condition, and reach his best state. These were all things that needed to be prepared before the advancement.
Just when Wu Yang said that Feng Chenzong would definitely succeed, other people's expressions didn't agree.
But no one would refute Wu Yang. They all smiled and nodded. No one was that stupid. Refuting Wu Yang at this time was simply asking for a scolding. Many people secretly cursed. If advancing to True Monarch was so easy, then this world would be filled with True Monarchs.
La Zi grimaced. "Not easy, not easy. Little Feng Feng's courage is commendable!"
Lei Xingfeng always felt that this wretched guy's words were sarcastic. But he was a junior and didn't dare to speak carelessly here. He would get beaten up.
No one knew that Feng Chenzong had sky crystals. Of course, they didn't know that Feng Chenzong had high hopes of advancing. So they were all discussing whether or not Feng Chenzong could succeed.
Gucci came over. "Master, haha, Martial Uncle Lin Bo, Brother Bolo, Brother La Zi, please sit. I'll take A Feng."
Wu Yang said, "Mm, you take A Feng over."
Gucci then took Lei Xingfeng away. When they came to the other side, Lei Xingfeng asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
Gucci smiled. "You haven't met some senior brothers and sisters yet. Go and get to know them."
Lei Xingfeng said, "Uh, they're all back?"
Gucci said, "Of course. Since Eldest Senior Brother has advanced, they must come back to see him. Success aside, if he fails, it will be the last time they see him." This sentence immediately revealed the terror of advancing to Monarch rank.
This group of people were all Gucci's disciples. Aside from Feng Chenzong, the others were all there. They were also accompanied by guards, so it was a large group.
Lei Xingfeng followed into the group. Gucci clapped. "Alright, everyone pay attention. Let me introduce … my last disciple, A Feng. Introduce him yourself."
Lei Xingfeng nodded. "Yes." He said, "Senior brothers and sisters, this little brother is Lei Xingfeng, Eighth Ring Sage. Haha, I haven't been in the sect for long, so I haven't met some of you yet. From now on, we'll be family, so please take care of me."
A burly man with bulging muscles stood out. He was over two meters tall, with big hands and feet, a round waist and thick shoulders, and a square head and big ears. This big guy took a few steps to Lei Xingfeng and laughed. "Haha, so this is Youngest Junior Brother?" His two hands were like pliers, pinching Lei Xingfeng's shoulders.
Lei Xingfeng felt a sharp pain. He couldn't help but release two arcs of electricity. With a crackling sound, the man's hands jumped away. He said, "Ah, lightning … Damn, my hands are numb!"
Tang Ya laughed and scolded, "Yu Kou, you bastard. How can you meet your junior brother like this?"
Yu Kou seemed to be very afraid of Tang Ya. He rubbed his head and laughed. "Master's wife, I just want to meet you."
Second Senior Brother Yu Kou, Ninth Ring Sage, was already at the peak of Ninth Ring. He was just one step away from advancing. Like Xin Zhaolun, he was searching everywhere for materials and resources to advance. So in the past ten years, he had been running around and exploring the outside world.
Lei Xingfeng smiled. "Hello, Second Senior Brother. Please take care of me in the future."
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