"Who … who is he?"
The Little Peng King's face turned red. He trembled for a long time before squeezing out a sentence.
The golden-robed middle-aged man shouted, "He is the descendant of the Evil Ancestor. His seniority is three or four generations higher than yours. You should call him Little Ancestor!"
Fang Xing heard this and laughed. He politely said, "No need, no need. You can call me Little Master …"
"I … I …"
Golden-winged Little Peng King was speechless. He raised his head in a daze and looked at Fang Xing, who was standing in front of him with his arms crossed, as if he was looking at his grandson. He then looked at the angry and guilty Third Ancestor. He felt as if something was stuck in his chest, and his head exploded. He couldn't say a word. Suddenly, he felt the world was spinning around him, and he fainted.
"Alas … his ability to resist attacks is too weak … I need to teach him well!"
Fang Xing sighed. He looked as if he had a long way to go.
The golden-robed middle-aged man picked up the Little Peng King with a wry smile. He didn't know what to say.
At this time, after the exchange with the golden-robed middle-aged man ended, the scarlet feather had already flown back. As luck would have it, it just happened to be stuck in Fang Xing's head. It looked as if Fang Xing had grown a strand of red hair on his head. The golden-robed middle-aged man didn't know whether to salute the scarlet feather or Fang Xing. He had a helpless expression on his face as he respectfully bowed. Then, he turned to Fang Xing and said, "Little friend Fang, this old man has come late. Are you alright?"
"Haha, I'm fine. It's good that you're here!"
Fang Xing laughed. He plucked the scarlet feather and stuffed it into his storage pouch. This action made Peng San's teeth hurt.
"This is not the place to talk. Since you've come to the Demon Land, follow me to the Lonely Edge Mountain!"
Peng San was very polite. His words were respectful and careful.
"Wait a moment, I have something to tell you!"
After Fang Xing said that, he went on to say something to the Golden Crow Clan. At this time, the Golden Crow Clan Leader and the three Elders were petrified. The Clan Leader's son, Wu Yidian, was so scared that he hid in a corner, covered in cold sweat and shivering. Wu Sang 'er, on the other hand, was full of joy. Although she did not know how Fang Xing did it, she was more confident in saving her cousin now.
"Patriarch, leave the matter of saving Jinliuzi to me!"
Fang Xing said solemnly to the chief of the Golden Crow Tribe with a stern look on his face.
"Good … Good, Liu Er is really lucky to have a friend like you!"
Wu Gu Mu didn't know what to say anymore. He followed along with Fang Xing's words. "If there's anything you need, just say it!"
Fang Xing was waiting for this sentence. He clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Then I won't be polite. I heard that Mount Fusang has three pieces of immortal essence?"
The Golden Crow Clan Leader was stunned and suddenly didn't know what to say …
Wu Sang 'er was furious. This bastard, he really wanted to rob our treasure house!
…
…
In the ancestral land of the three Yuanying Clan Leaders in Lonely Edge Mountain, there was a stone table, three praying mats, and a few cups of tea. Beside the stone table, there were a few skinny old men sitting cross-legged. They were all very old, and any one of them was enough to make the Demon Court tremble. In fact, among the three of them, there were two who hadn't appeared in front of others for hundreds of years.
They were already the foundation of Lonely Edge Mountain, the deterrent existence of such a great inheritance.
But at this time, they had all come out of seclusion and were talking softly. The center of their discussion was the recently returned Evil King's bloodline.
"That Scarlet Feather is indeed a clone made by Third Uncle. I have confirmed that he is not dead! Or rather, he almost died back then, but he was lucky enough to escape after being trapped for three hundred years. And because of some karma, he cultivated a Perfected Immortal Thunder Soul. Later, he took the shell of an ancient ferocious beast, Vermilion Bird. Now, he has both internal and external strength, and his cultivation is difficult to measure. I only know one thing. Not long from now, Third Uncle will not only enter the Yuanying Realm, but he might even go through the Tribulation … According to what he told me, the Tribulation Realm is just a matter of time for him. If the opportunity is right, he might … become an immortal! "
The youngest of them, the golden-robed old man who had brought Fang Xing back to the mountain, said in a low voice with a solemn expression.
"Perfected Immortal Thunder Soul? An ancient ferocious beast, Vermilion Bird? "
The golden-haired old man on the left gasped when he heard this. "Either of these two opportunities can only be found by luck. How did Third Brother do it? If that is really the case, the day Third Brother returns will be the day Lonely Edge Mountain rules over the demon race! "
"As far as I know, Third Uncle never lies! Also, that Scarlet Feather does seem to be the feather of a pure-blooded Vermilion Bird. Also, the Divine Soul on the Scarlet Feather contains traces of Thunder Will. That is something that only cultivators who have gone through the Tribulation Realm have … "
The golden-robed middle-aged man said in a low voice, confirming these two things.
The other two old men were silent for a long time. Then one of them said softly, "Third Brother was indeed a genius of our generation! In his generation, there were many geniuses of the demon race. There were eight geniuses in total. They led the army to fight against the Demon Chasing League. They rose to power with iron and blood and were known as the Eight Great Demon Kings. Third Uncle was ranked third among them. That was how he got the title of Daphne. He could be said to be a rare genius of our Lonely Edge Mountain in a thousand years. However, he was too ambitious. In order to avenge Seventh Brother, he insisted on going to the Nan Zhan Bu Province to assassinate Patriarch Huangfu. In the end, there was no news of him … "
"But no matter what, his courage, resourcefulness, knowledge, and comprehension can all be said to be top-notch. If he says that he obtained those two fortunes, then I presume he can be trusted. Not to mention that he's already said that he obtained another fortune, and it's a treasured land that contains boundless fortune. Once he deals with the matters there, he'll return to meet us. So why would he need to lie to us? Even if he said that he has a chance to cultivate to become a Demon Immortal, he must have some confidence to say such words … "
After discussing for a while, the three of them fell silent. After a long while, the old demon cultivator on the right who seemed to be unable to walk sighed softly and said, "Little San's words can be trusted, but that human youth is …"
The golden-robed middle-aged man was a little helpless. He said in a low voice, "Third Uncle said that that … that is his grandson …"
"Pfft …"
The other two great cultivators of Lonely Edge Mountain who were calmly drinking their tea spat out at the same time. "Third Brother, do you think we are blind?"
The golden-robed middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "I can also see that there is no Demon Qi on that young man. Even if he has the bloodline of the Demon Clan, he must be more than ten generations old. No matter what, he can't be Third Uncle's descendant. However, Third Uncle insisted on this point. Besides, the Thunder Will on Third Uncle's doppelganger is indeed somewhat similar to the young man's aura. Perhaps there is something hidden. In addition, Third Uncle repeatedly said that his strand of Immortal Qi is on that young man, so we must not treat him lightly …"
When the other two old men heard his words, they nodded slightly. One of them said, "Well, since Third Brother is so serious, this young man really cannot be treated lightly … Well, let's just treat him as a direct descendant of Lonely Edge Mountain. Let our people serve him well. He is the same as Lonely Edge Mountain's bloodline, so we can't treat him lightly … Alas, who would have thought that after so many years, Third Brother is still alive? Haha, not to mention becoming an Immortal, even if he can cultivate to the Crossing Calamity Realm, it will be a blessing for Lonely Edge Mountain … "
After the conversation, Fang Xing's extraordinary position in Lonely Edge Mountain was confirmed.
However, after the golden-robed middle-aged man agreed, he smiled bitterly and said, "But this young man is not easy to deal with. When he met Tian 'er, he must have known who he was, but he still beat Tian' er into a pig's head. With Tian 'er's temper, how could he bear such humiliation? Even now, he is still kneeling outside Ancestor's cave residence, begging you to uphold justice for him …"
Hearing this, the oldest old Yao cultivator smiled bitterly. "What justice can I uphold for him? This time, he should have suffered a little. Among the descendants, he is the only one who has lived up to expectations, but he was played by that little fox from Qingqiu Mountain. It's good enough that I didn't personally teach him a lesson, so how can I help him teach Third Brother's descendant a lesson? Just treat it as a fight between our own juniors. If he has the ability, let him fight back himself … Yes, just say that I'm still in seclusion, let him go back! "
Another old man also smiled and said, "Third Brother's' grandson 'came back at the right time. Not long after, in the event of the Demon Court, the Eight Lineages of Ancient Monsters have produced four to five outstanding juniors in the Golden Core Realm. Unfortunately, Tian' er's foundation is not solid, so he can't break through to the Golden Core Realm so quickly. However, if he doesn't form his Golden Core, he will inevitably lack confidence when facing the talents of the other lineages, the Divine Prefecture, and the Sea of Blue. This young man is young, but his strength is profound. His name is also passable, so let him bring Tian 'er in to fight for that opportunity!"
"In that case, I will give the order!"
The golden-robed middle-aged man agreed with a bitter smile, thinking that Little Peng King Ling Tian had suffered for nothing.
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