After spending some time with Zhao Yufei, Zhao Feng remembered the aura of the Spiritual Race bloodline.
The first thought that came to Zhao Feng's mind when he sensed this aura was: could this person be Zhao Yufei?
If this were the Continent Zone, Zhao Feng would be certain that this person was Zhao Yufei, but this was the Spiritual Race, and there were quite a few people with the Spiritual Race bloodline.
Relying on the aura of the bloodline, Zhao Feng quickly distanced himself from the region of the Ice River Valley.
Gradually, a woman with a translucent body that glowed with the luster of white glass appeared in Zhao Feng's vision.
This woman had a pure and beautiful appearance, and when combined with the characteristics of the Spiritual Race bloodline, she seemed even more noble and beautiful.
But at this moment, this woman was pouting, her eyebrows furrowed. She seemed to be in a terrible mood.
Several youths of various races clustered around this woman.
"Qingying, where do you want to go? I'll take you there. "
One of them, a bewitching youth with a gentle expression and a white jade fan in his hand, said with a smile.
In the distance, Zhao Feng stared at this group of people.
This woman clearly had the Spiritual Race bloodline, and the youths around her had extraordinary cultivation. They were probably the Quasi-God geniuses of a subordinate faction of the Spiritual Race.
If it were these people, they would definitely be able to get in touch with Zhao Yufei, especially that person with the Spiritual Race bloodline.
However, his current status was too low, so these people might not pay any attention to him.
But if these people were willing to help Zhao Feng deliver a message, then Zhao Feng might be able to directly meet Zhao Yufei.
As Zhao Feng was thinking, the Spiritual Race woman looked at Zhao Feng and couldn't help but smile smugly.
In her view, Zhao Feng was definitely attracted by her beauty, which was why he was staring at her in a daze.
In addition, although Zhao Feng was dressed as a worker disciple, his appearance and demeanor were extremely outstanding, not losing to the youths around her.
"You, come here!"
Wei Qingying suddenly stopped and pointed at Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng was slightly taken aback. He was just thinking about whether or not he should approach these people and have them deliver a message to Zhao Yufei. But this woman with the Spirit Race bloodline had actually taken the initiative to approach him.
"Qingying, why are you looking for a servant?"
The demonic youth glanced coldly at Zhao Feng and said.
Zhao Feng immediately flew over to Wei Qingying.
"Who do you think is the most beautiful in the entire Spirit Tribe?"
Wei Qingying's expression was coquettish as she asked softly with a trace of the gentleness of a young girl.
The surrounding geniuses knew what Wei Qingying was going to do.
Before Zhao Yufei came to the Spiritual Race, the number one beauty of the Spiritual Race was Quasi-God Luo Yu, and Wei Qingying was the person at Quasi-God Luo Yu's side.
But ever since Zhao Yufei came to the Spiritual Race, her bloodline had been constantly stimulated, and her talent for cultivation was on full display. Coupled with her fairy-like appearance, she gradually replaced Quasi-God Luo Yu as the goddess in the hearts of the men of the Spiritual Race.
However, Zhao Yufei was an outsider, so the members of the Spiritual Race in the Ancient Desolate Realm of Gods all felt a certain aversion toward her.
Moreover, Zhao Yufei was extremely talented and beautiful, which made her the envy and jealousy of some of the female disciples of the Spiritual Race.
Unfortunately, this morning, when Wei Qingying was talking about Zhao Yufei behind her back, she ran into Wei Qingying and was reprimanded.
"This …"
Zhao Feng was stunned for a few moments.
He had never imagined that this Spiritual Race woman would seek him out to ask him this question.
"Speak!"
The bewitching man next to Wei Qingying coldly barked.
Everyone knew that Wei Qingying was the person at Quasi-God Luo Yu's side. As long as this servant didn't say that the most beautiful was Zhao Yufei, anything else was fine.
But in order to curry favor with Wei Qingying, it was best to say Quasi-God Luo Yu in this sort of situation.
"Of course it's you, Miss!"
Zhao Feng said with a smile.
Zhao Feng knew nothing about the Spiritual Race. Of all the women in the Spiritual Race, the only one he recognized was Zhao Yufei.
However, Zhao Feng could tell that this Spiritual Race woman was in a fit of anger.
Thus, if he said this, he should be able to please her.
"Hehehe!"
Wei Qingying chuckled softly as soon as she said this.
She originally believed that this servant would say that Quasi-God Luo Yu was the most beautiful, but she was the one he said.
Although she knew that Zhao Feng wasn't telling the truth, Wei Qingying was still very happy to hear it.
The young geniuses on the side looked disdainfully at Zhao Feng.
Even if the goddess in Zhao Feng's heart was Zhao Yufei, in order to not offend Wei Qingying, he only needed to say Quasi-God Luo Yu.
But Zhao Feng actually said that Wei Qingying was the most beautiful. This made them feel that Zhao Feng was rather shameless.
"Mm, your cultivation isn't bad, and your performance isn't bad. In a little while, I'll have them promote you to periphery disciple!"
Wei Qingying's mood improved, and she instantly found everything she saw pleasing to the eye.
At this moment, as she examined Zhao Feng, she realized that Zhao Feng was even more handsome than the other youths present. There was also the aloofness and aloofness between his brows, his naturally beautiful golden hair … all of this made her eyes light up.
Wei Qingying's expression caused the youths present to turn cold as they stared at Zhao Feng.
They were all geniuses from vassal factions of the Spiritual Race or factions under the jurisdiction of the Spiritual Race. They knew that they could not reach the level of geniuses of the Spiritual Race like Zhao Yufei or Quasi-God Luo Yu, so they set their sights on the less talented Spiritual Race women.
After all, the Spiritual Race was ranked 19th among the ancient races. Combining with this bloodline would not only advance their cultivation, it would also benefit their descendants.
"Many thanks!"
Zhao Feng was somewhat delighted.
Even if he performed well, it would have taken some time for him to become a periphery disciple.
But now that Wei Qingying was happy, she immediately promised that she would promote Zhao Feng to periphery disciple.
"Qingying, where do you want to go? I'll accompany you!"
The young geniuses around Wei Qingying saw that she was in a good mood and immediately went up to curry favor with her.
"Okay!"
Wei Qingying was in a good mood and was prepared to go out for a stroll.
"Please wait!"
At this moment, Zhao Feng suddenly spoke.
Wei Qingying was in a very good mood, and she had a very good impression of Zhao Feng.
Perhaps if Zhao Feng asked her to deliver a letter, he would agree.
For this reason, Zhao Feng called out to Wei Qingying.
"Servant, what are you saying!?"
The bewitching man next to Wei Qingying rebuked in surprise.
He had long since grown impatient with Zhao Feng. A measly worker disciple dared to speak to the person he was pursuing in such a manner?
"What's the matter?"
Wei Qingying truly had a good impression of Zhao Feng, so she did not mind Zhao Feng's lowly status.
"I'd like to ask you for a favor. Could you please deliver a letter to Zhao Yufei for me!?"
Zhao Feng ignored the young geniuses and spoke.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Wei Qingying and the young geniuses next to her were stunned. The place fell into a dead silence.
A moment later, a young man broke the silence with a cold laugh.
Following this, the young geniuses burst out laughing and glanced at Zhao Feng with pitiful looks.
"Crap!"
Zhao Feng had a bad feeling. There was something wrong with the expressions of these people and Wei Qingying.
"You're trying to contact Zhao Yufei?"
Wei Qingying's smile vanished and was replaced by a creepy smile.
Before Zhao Feng could speak, Wei Qingying continued, "It seems like you're Zhao Yufei's pursuer. However, a mere worker disciple like you dares to approach Zhao Yufei?"
"But don't worry, I'll tell Zhao Yufei that a worker disciple from the Spirit Tribe is trying to woo her!"
Wei Qingying's expression was cold, a sinister smile on her face.
Whoosh!
Wei Qingying returned.
"Haha, brat, you really don't know the difference between life and death!"
A young man said with a smile of schadenfreude.
"Although your cultivation isn't bad, you can forget about becoming a periphery disciple for the rest of your life, much less meeting Zhao Yufei!"
The bewitching youth with the feather fan threw down these words with a haughty expression before chasing after Wei Qingying.
Zhao Feng knew that Wei Qingying probably didn't have a good relationship with Zhao Yufei in the Spirit Tribe.
She probably wanted to use this matter to ridicule Zhao Yufei.
However, if this could make Zhao Yufei notice Zhao Feng, that wouldn't be a bad thing.
But what Zhao Feng didn't know was that in the Ziling Zone, Zhao Yufei had far too many pursuers, so many that they couldn't be counted. Moreover, Zhao Yufei herself seemed to have someone else's heart and didn't care about these pursuers.
After returning to Celestial River Valley, Zhao Feng passed down the mission he had just received from Attendant Liu.
At present, Zhao Feng was the boss of the worker disciples of Celestial River Valley. If he received a mission, he would naturally have subordinates to help him complete it.
Zhao Feng returned to his room and entered seclusion.
What he didn't know was that on the next day, the news that he admired and pursued Zhao Yufei had spread throughout the Spiritual Race.
Those true prodigies pursuing Zhao Yufei disdainfully laughed, treating it as a joke.
But the periphery disciples of the Spiritual Race and the worker disciples of other regions had come out of admiration, wanting to take a look at this pursuer of Zhao Feng's.
One day, while Zhao Feng was cultivating in the Spacetime Robe, he sensed powerful Spiritual Senses and even Divine Senses sweeping over his residence.
Swish!
Zhao Feng left the Spacetime Robe.
Those with Divine Senses were basically all Quasi-Gods or True Gods, so they naturally couldn't be worker disciples.
"Why are there so many people here?"
Zhao Feng was rather surprised.
Worker disciples did not receive any protection from the Spiritual Race. Even if they were disturbed in the middle of their cultivation, no one would care.
And there was no need to even mention the fact that there were Quasi-Gods who had come to disturb Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng walked out of his room.
"Zhao Feng came out!"
The moment Zhao Feng came out, someone cried out in alarm.
Many of the nearby worker disciples immediately turned to Zhao Feng.
At the same time, several arrogant youths appeared in the sky. These people all had extraordinary bloodlines and powerful cultivations.
"This is the person who had Wei Qingying help him get in touch with Zhao Yufei?"
A burly man with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear was chatting with the person next to him.
"Mm, he's not bad looking, and his cultivation isn't bad. He's just a bit lacking in intelligence. A mere worker disciple dares to look at Zhao Yufei!?"
A green-skinned youth next to him coldly jeered without the slightest trace of politeness.
Next to Shi Weinan stood a long-faced youth dressed in the robe of an outer sect disciple.
"It's him …."
Shi Weinan whispered a few words into his ear.
"Hmph, a toad lusting after swan meat. Today, I'll teach you a lesson!"
The long-faced youth strode toward Zhao Feng.
Shi Weinan had once asked him to teach a lesson to a worker disciple, but coincidentally, the person Shi Weinan had asked him to teach a lesson was the worker disciple who had made quite a stir a few days ago, the one who wanted to pursue Zhao Yufei.
The long-faced young man's interest was piqued.
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