"Looks like Feng 'er must've had some fortune this time."
The First Elder was overjoyed and overjoyed.
Yang Gan's heart skipped a beat. This junior brother gave him too much pressure.
He had originally thought that Bei Moi would be the biggest competitor in the inner sect.
But Zhao Feng had surpassed Bei Moi and his cultivation was on par with his Head disciple's.
"It's indeed a fortune, but it's also dangerous."
Zhao Feng's heart was still beating fast.
Fortune and danger always came hand in hand. First Elder and Yang Gan both knew this very well.
In history, there were many nameless geniuses who had died while searching for fortune.
Only a small number of geniuses who possessed luck were able to escape from danger.
Thinking up to here, 1st Elder placed even more importance on Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng's talent wasn't high, but he had received the strongest inheritance of the Floating Crest Palace!
He had broken the ten thousand year record of the Floating Crest Palace. Ten thousand years ago, there was no record.
And now.
Zhao Feng left the sect, and in the short span of ten-some days, his cultivation and strength had skyrocketed.
How could a normal genius have such fortune?
What did this mean?
"This brat probably has great fortune on him, even greater than Bei Moi's."
1st Elder couldn't help but feel excited.
He had never seen such a lucky genius in his life.
Even Bei Moi couldn't be compared to Zhao Feng.
Bei Moi's cultivation was obviously not as fast as Zhao Feng's.
Furthermore, those with great fortune could often influence the people around them. As the saying goes, "When a man achieves the Dao, his chickens and dogs also rise to the heavens."
Yang Gan was worried and didn't know how to deal with his rising junior brother.
If this continued, he might not be able to keep his position as the Head disciple.
1st Elder saw his disciple's uneasiness and sighed in his heart.
Right at this moment, Zhao Feng spoke, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Yang. I'm not interested in the Head disciple position."
Hearing this.
First Elder's face was filled with shock. Yang Gan's expression instantly turned ugly.
Zhao Feng's words were too direct and somewhat hurtful.
However, as fellow disciples of the same sect, it was better for him to make things clear.
Furthermore, Zhao Feng had found the knot in Yang Gan's heart when he was training him in mental energy.
"Humph! Junior Brother Zhao, do you have absolute confidence in beating me? "
Yang Gan said unhappily.
His voice sounded a little guilty.
To be honest, he really had no chance of winning against this mysterious and strange Junior Brother.
During the last training session, Zhao Feng's Psychic Illusion had caused him to fall for it time and time again. Not to mention that Zhao Feng's cultivation had increased tremendously.
"With my current strength, I have at least a 70% chance of beating Ao Yuetian."
Zhao Feng changed the topic.
He didn't directly say that he could beat Yang Gan for sure, instead he used Ao Yuetian as a reference.
"Defeat Ao Yuetian?"
Yang Gan sucked in a breath of cold air. This was something he didn't even dare to imagine.
That day at the Three Clan Party, Ao Yuetian's strength had entered his heart and he accepted his defeat.
Hearing this, 1st Elder's eyes flashed. This disciple of his had given him a surprise that far exceeded his expectations.
However, 1st Elder wouldn't completely believe Zhao Feng's words. In his life, he had seen too many confident geniuses fail in the end.
"Hmph! Don't brag too early! Half a month ago, Ao Yuetian of the Lin Moon Clan reached the 7th Sky of the Ascended Realm. The second core disciple, Zhao Yufei, reached the peak 6th Sky of the Ascended Realm two months ago. "
1st Elder harrumphed coldly and said these words to lower Zhao Feng's arrogance.
7th Sky of the Ascended Realm?
Yang Gan's face was filled with shock. It was hard to imagine that someone in the younger generation had reached the 7th Sky of the Ascended Realm.
Zhao Feng's expression was calm as he sighed in his heart. He had already thought that Ao Yuetian had a small chance of reaching the 7th Sky of the Ascended Realm before the Alliance Banquet.
The small chance of it happening had still happened.
"Thank you Brother Zhao for resolving the knot in my heart."
Yang Gan's eyes were filled with gratitude as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
Zhao Feng had directly said this and displayed his strength, resolving the knot in Yang Gan's heart.
If Zhao Feng had kept it a secret, Yang Gan might have been jealous and fall into the abyss.
Zhao Feng didn't want a situation where the Sect fought with each other, so he just said it out loud.
At this moment, Yang Gan's heart was clear and he no longer had any restrictions. His cultivation was even more likely to increase.
Seeing this, 1st Elder nodded his head in satisfaction.
Zhao Feng's actions seemed arrogant and conceited, but it was the most direct and simple way to solve the problem.
After Yang Gan left, only Zhao Feng and 1st Elder were left in the room.
"Feng'Er, what else do you need?"
The First Elder had a pleasant expression.
Zhao Feng took out the beast skin scroll from the Hundred Graves Forbidden Ground and handed it over to 1st Elder.
1st Elder's expression changed several times as he inspected the words on the beast skin scroll.
It was obvious that 1st Elder recognized the words on the beast skin scroll, as if he had seen some shocking secret.
"I didn't think that you would walk out of the Hundred Graves Forbidden Ground alive."
1st Elder couldn't help but take a deep breath as shock and doubt were written all over his face.
The Hundred Graves Forbidden Ground was one of the seven forbidden grounds of the continent. In the past thousand years, only the Scarlet Moon Religion Patriarch had walked out unscathed.
1st Elder was still slightly worried and inspected Zhao Feng's body.
"If this disciple was cursed, how could his cultivation increase so much?"
Zhao Feng was speechless.
As expected, 1st Elder didn't find anything on Zhao Feng's body.
Even if Zhao Feng had been cursed, he probably wouldn't be able to resolve it with his cultivation at the True Spirit Realm.
Of course, the reason why Zhao Feng took out the beast skin scroll was because he had a few questions to ask 1st Elder.
"Does the division of the ancient sects really exist? What's the level of a one star Clan? "
Zhao Feng asked.
"That's just a legend. If we look at the Azure Flower Continent's history, there has never been a one star Clan or above. "
1st Elder smiled bitterly.
Hearing this, Zhao Feng couldn't help but be stunned. Didn't this mean that the Broken Moon Clan wasn't even one star?
"According to the legendary star classification, the ten strongest sects on the continent can barely be considered as one star sects. Strictly speaking, only the Scarlet Moon Demonic Religion from a few hundred years ago can be considered a true one star sect. As for the Broken Moon Clan, they can't even be considered half a star. Furthermore, there's a hundred times difference between one and a half star Clans. All of this can't be taken seriously. "
1st Elder couldn't help but shake his head.
After all, star Clans were just legends.
According to the rankings, the Broken Moon Clan wasn't even half a star, and a one star Clan could be dozens of times stronger than a half star Clan.
From one and a half stars … two stars … all the way to the highest five stars, how terrifying would the Clan's strength be?
From this, a legendary two-star Sect could easily destroy the Broken Moon Clan, not to mention the strongest five-star Sects in the Heavens and Earth.
"There are too many legends in this world. In this regard, you can go to the sect's ancient books and records. "
1st Elder sighed, as if he didn't want to say more.
Zhao Feng returned to the Central Division and stepped into the Inner Library Pavilion.
Soon.
Zhao Feng found the legends about the Clans.
According to the requirements, a half-star sect needed at least one True Lord Rank expert, dozens of normal True Spirit Realms and a few other requirements.
From this, it seemed that the Broken Moon Clan wasn't even close to being a half star Clan.
At a certain point in time.
Zhao Feng flipped open another book about the origin of Heaven and Earth.
According to the records, during the Primordial Chaos Era, there was a "Wild Continent" in the world.
The Wasteland Continent was boundless and boundless. Since the time of primal chaos, gods and devils were born, and they possessed the power to destroy the heavens and earth. They were practically immortal and indestructible.
Over the countless years, the Wild Continent had extended endlessly. Its surface area was boundless, and the number of living beings on it was innumerable.
Until a certain day.
An unprecedented war took place in the Barren Continent, even some innate gods and ancient Deity Kings participated in the war.
That battle shook the heavens and earth, and even tore apart the primal chaos of the world. In the end, even the primordial Ancestral Gods were dragged into the battle. Forbidden energy erupted, creating a storm of destruction that shattered the nearly boundless wild continent.
After the Wild Continent shattered, the world didn't end. This continent turned into billions of specks of dust and the bloodlines of the Ancient God Kings merged into these specks of dust and formed a universe.
Legend.
The Azure Flower Continent was one of the billions of specks of dust after the Wild Continent shattered.
Seeing this legend, Zhao Feng felt that it was too unbelievable.
If the legend was true, then the Wild Continent's mass and power was too great. Each speck of dust was a world.
He obviously didn't believe it, just like how he didn't believe in the rankings of sects.
Zhao Feng closed the book and turned to leave.
Eh?
Zhao Feng suddenly found that when he was reading these legends, the little thieving cat's eyes twinkled on his shoulder.
At the same time, he turned around.
A voice echoed in Zhao Feng's mind: "The Ancient shatters, the Ancient Gods fall, turning into trillions of specks of dust …"
This voice was very familiar. It was the words he had heard when he first obtained the mysterious left eye.
Zhao Feng's body froze and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The Ancient shatters, the Ancient Gods fall, turning into trillions of specks of dust.
These simple words seemed to explain the legend that Zhao Feng had just seen.
Didn't this mean … the legend was true? At least the general trend wouldn't deviate too much.
If the legend was true, then there was nothing strange about the five-star ranking.
At this point in time.
Zhao Feng's mind was in a mess.
But his heart soon calmed down.
Ever since he merged with the mysterious left eye, his heart had become calmer and more determined. No matter how dangerous the situation was, he could maintain his calm.
"If that's the case, then my left eye should be the eye of an Ancient God?"
Zhao Feng guessed in his heart, his face confident.
It was the eye of a Primordial God from the Wasteland Era.
Zhao Feng was very confident in his guess. Of course, the prerequisite was that the legend was true.
"If that's the case, then my left eye shall be named 'God's Spiritual Eye'."
Zhao Feng murmured.
Peh! Peh!
Xiao Chen's left eye twitched rapidly, and a layer of azure blood in the depths of his body seemed to be boiling, as if an emperor had awakened.
An even more profound aura merged into Zhao Feng's bloodline. His azure hair moved without any wind and the colour became deeper.
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