Everyone present couldn't believe what they were hearing.
Zhao Feng had rejected the Fourth Prince so decisively.
He rejected the Fourth Prince, who had the highest chance of becoming the Crown Prince, and helped the Ninth Prince, who was ranked 6th overall.
What was he thinking?
Even the Fourth Prince himself was greatly astonished.
He had thought that Zhao Feng would hesitate, but he didn't expect Zhao Feng to be so certain.
Furthermore, the reason Zhao Feng rejected was very simple. It was admirable, but it wasn't easy to persuade him otherwise.
Betrayal was something that everyone hated.
Did they want Zhao Feng to be a traitor?
Zhuge Yun was slightly regretful. He was looking forward to working with Zhao Feng. If Zhao Feng was willing to join the Fourth Prince's faction, the Fourth Prince's overall strength would increase by another level.
Furthermore, the golden-haired and golden-eyed Zhao Feng gave him an unfathomable feeling.
He couldn't help but think back to the Purple-Haired Demonic Duo's power in the Divine Illusion Dimension.
Butler Qi's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he felt lucky that Zhao Feng didn't accept. Otherwise, it would be his fault.
Looking at Zhao Feng's calm expression, Butler Qi's opinion of Zhao Feng changed once again.
Liang Sang, who was far away, almost fell.
"That brat rejected it!" Liang Sang didn't know what to do and almost went crazy.
This was a heaven-sent opportunity. That Zhao Feng must have gone crazy.
"Liang Sang, let's go back and prepare. Let's see if we can get a spot from the other princes."
The City Lord of Sky Pool City sighed. They had missed such a good opportunity, and now it all depended on luck.
"Sure. Zhao Feng, I look forward to meeting you in the Imperial Tombs."
The Fourth Prince had a serious expression as he released his aura, as if he was challenging an expert of the same level.
Zhao Feng put his hands together and smiled, but he didn't say anything.
The Fourth Prince then left the martial arts field with Zhuge Yun.
"Your Highness, Zhao Feng is a rare talent."
Zhuge Yun suggested.
"I know."
The Fourth Prince had a grim expression.
How many Grandmaster Beast Tamers could control a beast tamer from the Ten Thousand Ancient Races?
If he wasn't wrong, this Cloud Silkworm Immortal Butterfly should be the one in Thirteenth Uncle's hand.
Rumor had it that Thirteenth Uncle viewed the Cloud Silkworm Immortal Butterfly as a treasure and had fallen into a deep slumber, on the verge of death.
But now, he was alive and well, and his aura was exuberant.
From this, it could be seen how capable Zhao Feng was.
Furthermore, the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly's support abilities were extremely shocking.
There was no lack of ancient and even primordial rare beasts in the Imperial Tombs.
If an outstanding Beast Tamer could tame it, it would be a powerful force to be reckoned with.
"Unless the Ninth Imperial Brother gives up the fight for the Crown Prince position, Zhao Feng will not help me!"
The Fourth Prince's eyes were clear.
If Zhao Feng were to help him, the Fourth Prince would have a higher chance of winning.
However, Zhao Feng helping the Ninth Prince posed no threat to him.
"Thirteenth Uncle?"
The Fourth Prince looked ahead and saw Duke Nanfeng rushing over.
"Your Highness, is Zhao Feng in front?"
The Fourth Prince nodded his head faintly. He originally wanted to talk to Thirteenth Uncle, but seeing how impatient the latter was, he didn't say anything and sent Duke Nanfeng off with his eyes.
Duke Nanfeng had become a Sacred Lord two years ago, and his territory had increased once more. It wasn't impossible for him to enter the Grand Imperial Hall in the future.
"Looks like Duke Nanfeng might be standing behind the Ninth Prince. The Seventh Prince should be quite angry."
Zhuge Yun gave a faint smile. After Duke Nanfeng returned to the Imperial Palace, he tried to negotiate with the Seventh Prince many times, but he didn't succeed.
From the looks of it, Duke Nanfeng had been waiting for Zhao Feng for a long time.
"Duke Nanfeng!"
Zhao Feng had a joyful expression as he arrived at the Imperial Palace. Duke Nanfeng could be said to be the only person he was familiar with.
"Duke, let's go to His Highness Ninth Highness's place. We can talk slowly."
Butler Qi immediately came forward and said respectfully.
Under Butler Qi's lead, Zhao Feng and Duke Nanfeng arrived at the Ninth Prince's palace.
Duke Nanfeng had a warm gaze as he looked at the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly in his hand.
If it wasn't for the fact that they had met Zhao Feng, the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly would still be sleeping and might never wake up, and he wouldn't have become a Sacred Lord.
"Congratulations, Duke. You've become a Sacred Lord." Zhao Feng smiled and clasped his hands.
"It's all thanks to your Hundred Origin Sacred Honey. Oh right, Zhao Feng, what happened to your eye?"
Duke Nanfeng gave a faint smile and asked with concern. He had a deep impression of Zhao Feng's eye-bloodline.
"It changed." Zhao Feng didn't hide it.
"Changed?"
Duke Nanfeng's heart jumped. Zhao Feng's eye-bloodline was already very strong, and now that it had changed again, it was probably even more immeasurable.
No wonder he couldn't see through Zhao Feng's strength even after becoming a Sacred Lord. He didn't even dare to look closely at Zhao Feng's golden eye.
Duke Nanfeng was very interested in Zhao Feng's left eye, but he didn't ask too much about it.
"Why are you helping the Ninth Prince?"
Duke Nanfeng was slightly puzzled. This was the main reason why he came.
He didn't have high hopes for the Ninth Prince at all, and he was too embarrassed to say that the Ninth Prince was at a disadvantage.
Duke Nanfeng even said that if Zhao Feng was willing, he could help Zhao Feng get a spot from the Thirteenth Prince, the Seventh Prince, and the other princes who had some hope.
However, he didn't know that Zhao Feng had even rejected the Fourth Prince's offer before he arrived.
"It's just a coincidence. I want to participate in the battle for Crown Prince, and the Ninth Prince isn't far from me."
Zhao Feng thought about it and didn't know how to reply. He didn't dare to say something like killing the Thirteenth Prince in the Imperial Palace.
Hearing this, Duke Nanfeng almost spat out the tea he was drinking.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was familiar with Zhao Feng, he would have thought that Zhao Feng was playing with him.
"Zhao Feng, you really don't care about anything."
This was the only thing Duke Nanfeng could say.
If it was someone else, they would definitely try to get more benefits for themselves.
After that, Zhao Feng and Duke Nanfeng chatted for a long time.
Duke Nanfeng mostly told Zhao Feng about the Imperial Palace, the battle for Crown Prince, and the situation of the princes.
No one knew what the little thieving cat and the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly were talking on the side.
"Duke, I will enter seclusion soon. If there's news from the Ocean Smoke Pavilion or the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan, tell them to join the Ninth Prince's faction."
There was still a year left, and Zhao Feng needed to enter seclusion to increase his strength.
After all, the Ocean Smoke Pavilion was once a subordinate force of Nine Darkness Palace. Even though it had developed, it still couldn't fight back against a peak three-star power.
Therefore, it was more likely that Bi Qingyue was using the name of the Ten Thousand Sacred Clan.
However, that didn't guarantee her safety.
Duke Nanfeng thought for a while before patting his chest. "Don't worry, I'll be leaving first."
After Duke Nanfeng left, Zhao Feng entered seclusion once more.
After obtaining some information from Duke Nanfeng, Zhao Feng felt that it wasn't impossible for the Ninth Prince to become the Crown Prince.
Within the Misty Spatial World:
"I can use the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey now."
Zhao Feng was slightly impatient. This was his first time using the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey ever since he obtained it.
At the same time, Zhao Feng split his Divine Sense into several parts and started to cultivate other things.
The first part cultivated the domain of Wind Lightning. If it was possible, Zhao Feng planned to condense a Little World before the battle for Crown Prince.
Almost everyone in the Imperial Tombs had the battle-power of an Emperor.
Forming a Little World was the fastest and most effective way to increase Zhao Feng's battle-power.
The second part cultivated the Fire of Wind Lightning and merged the God Tribulation Lightning from his soul into the Fire of Wind Lightning.
Right now, Zhao Feng's main goal was to increase the quality of his True Yuan, not the quantity.
According to the information from Duke Nanfeng, if he tried to increase his cultivation in a hurry, it would be detrimental.
The other parts of his Divine Sense were responsible for guiding the power of God Tribulation Lightning in the dimension of his left eye, refining his soul, and analyzing the structure of various particles.
Zhao Feng cautiously drank a portion of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey and instantly felt a pure and smooth aura seep into his organs, limbs, bones, and even the depths of his soul within the dimension of his Crystal Core.
Zhao Feng felt as if his entire body had been blessed by the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey, and it became stronger for a short period of time.
Maybe it was because of the Sacred Lightning Body, but the effect of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey immediately spread throughout his body and was slowly absorbed by Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng immediately circulated his Sacred Lightning Body.
Hu ~ ~ ~
His body suddenly became taller, and golden-blue light surrounded his body. Exquisite lightning symbols faintly flashed on his body and occasionally released lightning.
After circulating the Sacred Lightning Body, the effect of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey doubled, and it was used to refine his physical body to the greatest extent.
Boom!
Boom! At the same time, Zhao Feng split off another part of his consciousness and circulated the Fire of Wind Lightning to refine his Sacred Lightning Body.
Three days later:
Zhao Feng's body shook, and the golden-blue light around his body brightened. Lightning crackled, and his aura increased dramatically.
"Looks like I still underestimated the effects of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey!"
A light twinkled in Zhao Feng's eyes.
He had only absorbed 60% of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey's effects.
His Sacred Lightning Body had successfully broken through to the limit of the fifth level.
He immediately stopped his body from absorbing the effects of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey.
Hu ~ ~
Tiny faint purple lightning symbols faintly appeared on Zhao Feng's body, and a powerful Soul Intent spread out.
"Since there's still some left, I'll use it to refine my soul body!"
Zhao Feng had always ignored the God Tribulation Lightning Soul Body, but he didn't know enough about it right now.
When his knowledge and cultivation increased in the future, he would definitely be able to discover the other uses of the God Tribulation Lightning Soul Body.
A few more days passed:
Zhao Feng's soul completely absorbed the effects of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey.
His soul was even more condensed than normal, and it was no longer transparent.
Faint God Tribulation Lightning symbols could be faintly seen on the surface of his soul.
After the baptism of the Hundred Origin Sacred Honey, Zhao Feng felt that his God Tribulation Lightning Body was different from before.
"My Sacred Lightning Body has reached the limits of the fifth level. I'll try going to the Ancient Dream Realm!"
Zhao Feng's heart moved. It had been a long time since he entered the Ancient Dream Realm.
After the blue lake disappeared, it was replaced by the mysterious golden ball. Zhao Feng sent his consciousness into the center of the golden ball, and there was a mysterious golden whirlpool.
Hu ~ ~
Zhao Feng arrived in the forest. The Yao bird and the giant python were still guarding this place.
However, the instant he entered this place, Zhao Feng felt something was wrong.
A powerful pressure and a terrifying aura made his bloodline and True Yuan tremble.
And this was only because Zhao Feng's Sacred Lightning Body had just improved.
What's going on?
"This is … a lightning storm?"
Zhao Feng inspected his surroundings. The sky was dark, lightning flashed, and lightning flashed. The invisible aura was extremely oppressive.
As the raindrops hit Zhao Feng's body, crackling sounds could be heard.
Boom!
A huge bolt of lightning struck down ferociously. It was as if a deity had descended into the world, frightening ghosts and gods alike.
Just by standing here, Zhao Feng's body and soul were facing an unparalleled pressure.
That bolt of Ancient Heavenly Lightning made Zhao Feng's body shake, and his expression was dazed. The sound of thunder kept on echoing in his mind.
Even a Sacred Lord would be turned to dust if they were hit by that bolt of lightning head-on.
"This is a lightning storm from the Ancient Era?"
Zhao Feng was stunned and spoke after a long time.
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