The Eighth Prince was slightly dazed as he stood in front of the palace.
He was originally here to welcome Zhao Feng with Princess Yuqing.
However, Duke Nanfeng, the owner of the Duke's Palace, appeared next to him and looked at the approaching Yinming Bird with his hands behind his back.
As soon as the Yinming Bird arrived, Zhao Feng felt an invisible pressure from its gaze.
This pressure went straight into the soul, and it seemed to be able to pierce through everything.
"Duke Nanfeng?"
Zhao Feng was surprised as his gaze landed on the middle-aged golden-robed man.
There were only a few Void God Realm Emperors in the entire Canopy Great Island Zone.
Duke Nanfeng was one of the top ones, and his noble fate and majesty could be seen with one glance.
The instant their gazes met, Zhao Feng had a rough understanding of Duke Nanfeng's strength.
Firstly.
Duke Nanfeng was definitely a peak Emperor, and his cultivation was close to reaching the Mystic Light Realm.
Secondly.
He also had a lot of providence supporting him.
Zhao Feng could guess that Duke Nanfeng's battle-power was at least on the same level as the Emperor of Death.
Of course, this was only in terms of battle-power.
In terms of how terrifying he was, the Emperor of Death was even more troublesome to deal with, since he had the Eye of Death and many terrifying forbidden techniques. For example, the Cursed Words of Death, the Shadow of the Death God, and other forbidden techniques were enough to make Mystic Light Realm Sacred Lords wary.
"The younger generation will surpass us in time."
A sharp light flashed through Duke Nanfeng's eyes when their gazes met.
At the same time:
He was even more surprised that a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy could remain calm in front of a Noble of this level.
"What does Zhao Feng have to make Lord Duke welcome him personally?"
Zhao Feng went forward and bowed.
At this time, Princess Yuqing walked over happily. Her eyes were filled with expectation and admiration.
"Zhao Feng, come in and talk."
Duke Nanfeng smiled brightly and was very straightforward.
A while later:
Within a garden filled with hundreds of flowers in the Duke's Palace:
Duke Nanfeng, the Eighth Prince, Zhao Feng, and Princess Yuqing sat in an elegant pavilion.
Zhao Feng took a sip of tea and looked outside the pavilion at the pleasant scenery of birds singing and flowers fragrant. His expression was especially refreshing.
With a quick glance, Zhao Feng could not help but sigh at the extravagance of the Duke's Mansion.
In this garden, every flower and tree was a priceless spirit flower and rare grass. Some of them were even ancient precious plants that were extinct in the outside world.
If one cultivated here, the environment would bring about many benefits.
From this, one could speculate how the upper echelons of the Great Qian Dynasty would fare.
In the beginning, Duke Nanfeng asked about Zhao Feng's family situation and how it felt to cultivate in the Clan.
One of them asked, "Little Friend Zhao, are you doing well in the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan?"
This sentence caught the Eighth Prince's attention.
"Looks like Duke Nanfeng wants to recruit Zhao Feng very much. It doesn't matter if Zhao Feng can revive the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly or not."
The Eighth Prince thought in his heart.
Zhao Feng's reply was very neutral, and he politely replied with a few words.
Soon.
He changed the topic and brought up reviving the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly.
Zhao Feng's main focus was on "re-cultivating." He wasn't interested in the struggle for power.
At the current stage.
He still needed to establish a foundation for the Divine Illusion Dimension.
"Good! Little Friend Zhao is indeed a straightforward person. "
Duke Nanfeng praised.
He could tell that Zhao Feng was a practical person and didn't like to beat around the bush.
Immediately.
Duke Nanfeng waved the nearby servants away and took out a transparent porcelain bottle.
Within the bottle was a jade-like, chubby silkworm. It had a pair of half-transparent wings, and it was sleeping quietly.
At first glance, one would think that it was a life-like jade treasure.
The lifeforce of the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly was still very weak, and some of its functions had even stopped.
A misty purple light appeared from Zhao Feng's left eye.
Miao miao!
The little thieving cat crawled out of the ancient metal ring and lay in front of the bottle, looking at it with interest.
The difference between the human and cat made Duke Nanfeng's eyes twinkle.
"Zhao Feng, these are the materials you asked for on the list last time."
Duke Nanfeng handed over an interspatial ring.
Zhao Feng took the ring and checked it before faintly nodding his head.
The interspatial ring contained Origin Lifeforce, Soul Dao, and other treasures.
Next.
Zhao Feng took out a bottle of faint red liquid from his ancient metal ring. It looked like fruit juice.
"This is the liquid I made in the last month."
Zhao Feng explained.
Duke Nanfeng was slightly surprised. The experts he sent out had found out that Zhao Feng had been in seclusion for the last month.
In reality.
This liquid was made by Zhao Feng in his spare time.
After breaking through to the fourth level of the Golden Kun Sacred Lightning Body, Zhao Feng could stay in the Ancient Dream Realm for a while.
The ingredients in this bottle included the dew from the trees in the Ancient Dream Realm, as well as the spring water from the Ancient Dream Realm.
There was also the juice of half a Spiritual Fruit from the Ancient Dream Realm.
The common characteristic of these ingredients was that they contained the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi from the Ancient Dream Realm and had an aura similar to that of the Ancient Era.
The Spiritual Fruit from the Ancient Dream Realm was hard to digest, and with Zhao Feng's current body, the absorption was slow.
If his Golden Kun Sacred Lightning Body improved, the absorption rate would increase.
Next.
Zhao Feng merged the Origin Lifeforce and the other Soul Dao ingredients into the faint red liquid.
During this process, the liquid gave off a faint fragrance.
Then.
Zhao Feng told Marquis Nanfeng to put the sleeping Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly into the liquid.
According to the past.
The Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly was in a deep sleep and would activate its self-protection mechanism.
However, the weird thing was that the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly didn't show any obvious signs of rejection.
Gulu! Gulu!
There was a faint bubble in the juice.
The Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly's body seemed to be very close to the liquid.
This wasn't out of Zhao Feng's expectations.
Last time, he had given the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly a puff of the Ancient Dream Realm aura.
In order to open up the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly's life force, Zhao Feng's left eye circulated a wisp of his God's Spiritual Eye soul power into the liquid.
Miao miao miao!
The little thieving cat waved its paws and started to speak to the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly.
The weird words and Zhao Feng's God's Spiritual Eye made the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly's wings tremble slightly.
The Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly's chubby body also moved slightly.
"The signs of life are returning …."
Marquis Nanfeng revealed a joyful expression.
At this moment, he could feel the hidden and terrifying aura radiating from Zhao Feng's eye-bloodline. Even his imperial bloodline trembled.
The little thieving cat's weird words seemed to have a unique rhythm to them.
This cat and human were very mysterious, and even Duke Nanfeng couldn't see through them despite his experience.
Zhao Feng's Soul eye-bloodline power and the little thieving cat's weird words continued for ten breaths.
At a certain moment:
Zhao Feng's Soul even released a wisp of the aura of God Tribulation Lightning.
Finally!
The Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly's chubby body and wings shivered, and it slowly opened its emerald eyes.
The moment it opened its eyes, a terrifying aura that originated from the ancient era caused the bloodlines and bodies of countless beings and experts in the Duke's Mansion to tremble.
"What a terrifying gaze!"
Zhao Feng clicked his tongue. As expected of a race with a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races. Even though they were in such a weak state and had just woken up, they were still able to fight.
In order to avoid any hostility, Zhao Feng immediately retracted his Soul eye-bloodline power.
Miao miao miao!
The little thieving cat waved its paws and started to speak to the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly.
The Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly seemed to understand, and the hostility in its eyes disappeared as it looked at the little thieving cat.
After that:
Its body began to rapidly absorb the juice that was soaking its body.
Weng ~ ~
The translucent wings of the Cloud Silkworm Immortal Butterfly were covered in a layer of colorful light, which was beautiful and enchanting.
However, the aura from its body was extremely terrifying.
Even someone as strong as the Eighth Prince, who had the cultivation of a King that came from his bloodline, instinctively felt uneasy.
"The cultivation of this Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly is at least at the Void God Realm. Adding on its unique bloodline power, it's comparable to a Mystic Light Realm Sacred Lord …."
Zhao Feng's eyes twinkled.
He knew a bit about the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly's unique abilities.
It had three forms: silkworm, chrysalis, and butterfly.
The "chrysalis" form was relatively weak, but it could spit out the Cloud Silkworm Saint Silk and transform into a new form.
The Cloud Silkworm Saint Silk was said to be impenetrable by fire, and its binding power was extremely strong.
Furthermore, the Cloud Silkworm Saint Silk was a material used to create top-tier defensive armors.
The chrysalis form had the strongest defense, and even experts one rank higher would find it hard to break through it head-on.
In other words:
Even Mystic Light Realm Sacred Lords wouldn't be able to break through the Cloud Silkworm Saint Silk at the Void God Realm.
The "butterfly" form had strong offense, agility, and the unique pollen it gave off contained a mysterious power.
In just a short while:
The Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly absorbed half of the juice, and its lifeforce and soul were healed to a certain degree.
"It's finally awake …!"
Excitement and joy appeared on Duke Nanfeng's face.
This Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly definitely had the ability to change his fate.
Zhao Feng knew how it worked. Although the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly wasn't ranked very high among the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, it had strong support abilities.
"The last time the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly appeared, it participated in killing a Mystic Light Realm Sacred Monster King from the Dark Moon Lord Dynasty and was extremely useful."
The Eighth Prince couldn't help but reveal envy.
Of course, he also knew that the power of the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly's pollen could help form a Mystic Light Sacred Body and merge the soul and body together.
As its master, Duke Nanfeng, who was a peak Emperor, wouldn't have a problem becoming a Mystic Light Realm Sacred Lord in the future.
After a while, the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly went back to sleep.
"The Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly's lifeforce has been awakened. Lord Duke, as long as you replenish its lifeforce and soul, it will be able to recover and return to its peak."
Zhao Feng replied.
The next time he came, the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly would be able to completely awaken.
"Zhao Feng, thank you for helping me. Apart from the reward, I, Duke Nanfeng, will owe you a favor. "
Duke Nanfeng's face was filled with gratitude and red.
He seemed to be very excited, and he even reached out and patted Zhao Feng's shoulder.
The Eighth Prince sighed in his heart. Zhao Feng had already won Duke Nanfeng's appreciation, respect, and gratitude.
Now, it was time to talk about rewards and rewards.
"Zhao Feng, if you're willing to join the Duke's Palace, I'm willing to give you the right to recommend a Count for the next three hundred years."
Duke Nanfeng said in a solemn tone.
Earldom?
The hearts of the Eighth Prince and the Young Princess skipped a beat.
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