As soon as Emperor Luo finished speaking, people walked up to the nine battle platforms to preside over the Tingfeng Banquet.
The Tingfeng Banquet was different from the Fenghua Banquet. The nine battle platforms were open at the same time.
Because it was held once every ten years, the Tingfeng Banquet was even more open in terms of cultivation level. From the Five-starred Glory Plane to the Third-level Dharma Plane, these eight cultivation levels each occupied a battle platform. Only people of the same cultivation level were allowed to fight. From there, the strongest cultivators of each cultivation level would be selected.
The middle battle platform was reserved for people of higher planes. Those under 25 years old and above the Third-level Dharma Plane could come to the middle battle platform to shine.
This way, the age range was 16 to 25, which was ten years. The Tingfeng Banquet was held once every ten years. The geniuses born every ten years would not miss it.
The rules were simple and direct. The efficiency was not as high as the Fenghua Banquet but it was more direct to see what level everyone's talents were at.
Ye Futian sat quietly on the spectator stand. Naturally, he would not question Emperor Luo outside the Nandou Nation Imperial Palace. In fact, until now, he had not even really looked at Emperor Luo. Emperor Luo and the Crown Prince did not look at him either. Both parties seemed to have a tacit understanding to forget what happened in Donghai City. No one would bring it up. Today was the Tingfeng Banquet and he was a guest who came with Emperor Ye.
Looking at the people walking onto the nine battle platforms and the countless figures before them, Ye Futian understood that the scale of the Tingfeng Banquet was much grander than the Fenghua Banquet. It spanned ten years. In these ten years, the Nandou Nation must have produced many true geniuses.
However, this was not enough to shock him. Geniuses? So what if they were geniuses?
The battles on the nine battle platforms began and the atmosphere immediately heated up. Countless eyes stared at the nine battle platforms. The young geniuses' eyes burned with a strong desire to fight. They were ready to go up and show off at any time.
"Emperor Ye, how does the Tingfeng Banquet compare to the Fenghua Banquet of the Cangye Kingdom?" Emperor Luo asked with a smile.
"The scale is larger and there are more participants but the efficiency is too low. But the geniuses born in the end may not be as good as the Fenghua Banquet of the Cangye Kingdom," Emperor Ye said with a smile.
"Emperor Ye is confident," Emperor Luo said. "The Tingfeng Banquet of the Nandou Nation is held once every ten years. Do you think the geniuses from the Cangye Kingdom are better than the geniuses from the Cangye Kingdom?"
"You should know that the top geniuses are never determined by time. How many years does it take for a Noble Plane cultivator to appear in the Nandou Nation?" The four emperors all nodded in agreement. It was extremely difficult for a noble to become an emperor of a country.
People with noble talent were too rare. Furthermore, talent alone was far from enough. Too many geniuses died prematurely on their path of growth. Furthermore, to become a noble, one needed noble fate.
Of course, such people had appeared in the history of the four countries in the past hundreds of years, and there was definitely more than one such person. However, they might not be able to be discovered and used by them.
"Emperor Luo, you don't have enough luck." Emperor Ye smiled faintly. A sharp glint flashed across Emperor Luo's eyes. There was a hidden meaning in his words.
"Emperor Luo, you don't have enough luck," Emperor Ye said with a smile. Emperor Luo's eyes flashed. There was a deeper meaning in his words.
There was one Noble Plane cultivator in the Nandou Nation and there might be more than one. Minister Zuo had personally predicted his fate. Since it was an imperial order, he must have Noble Plane talent. Only a Noble Plane cultivator could become an emperor. There was no doubt about this.
Unfortunately, this person had the temperament of an emperor and had fallen in love with Hua Jieyu, a descendant of the old royal family of the Nandou Nation. They were destined to be kings and empresses. This way, even if he had Noble Plane talent, he wouldn't be able to use them. Naturally, he couldn't keep them. If Hua Jieyu agreed to enter the palace and be the crown princess, her luck would belong to his son, Luo Junlin. What a pity.
"Is that so?" Emperor Luo smiled faintly. "Although the Noble Plane is rare, it does appear occasionally. However, most of them perish on the path of becoming stronger. How many of them can become a true Noble?"
His words were filled with murderous intent.
"Emperor Luo is right. I heard that the crown prince of the Nandou Nation, Luo Junlin, is also considered to have Noble Plane talent. I wonder if he really has the chance to become a Noble Plane cultivator." Emperor Ye chuckled. Their conversation was tit-for-tat.
Emperor Luo was hinting that even if he had Noble Plane talent, he could still die. He wanted to kill Ye Futian.
Emperor Ye countered. Luo Junlin also had Noble Plane talent. Would he also die? In reality, he was warning Emperor Luo to try and touch his people.
Emperor Luo's lips curled into a cold smile, sharper than a knife.
Ye Futian naturally heard their conversation. There was a hidden meaning in their laughter. Of course, he knew that Emperor Ye would protect him or he wouldn't have brought him here.
"Are you two talking in riddles?" The emperor of the Yunchu Nation asked. There seemed to be a deeper meaning to their conversation. They were secretly fighting, but he didn't understand.
Countries would pay attention to the big events that happened in each other's countries. For example, the Tingfeng Banquet and the Fenghua Banquet. They would also know who the most dazzling people were at the Fenghua Banquet. However, the Nandou Nation's Donghai City wasn't something they cared about. As emperors, they didn't have the time to care about these things. Even if it was the names of the geniuses at the Fenghua Banquet, they would be lucky if they only glanced at them.
In the world of cultivators, even if you were an emperor, the most important thing was to cultivate and become strong.
Therefore, the emperor of the Yunchu Nation didn't really understand their conversation. It might have something to do with the genius who claimed to be from the Nandou Nation at the Fenghua Banquet.
"The Yunchu Nation also brought some talented juniors this time. At the Fenghua Banquet held by the Cangye Kingdom not long ago, there were a few very talented juniors. If there's a chance, you can exchange some pointers," Emperor Luo said with a smile. The emperor of the Yunchu Nation smiled faintly and glanced at the prides of the Yunchu Nation sitting below him. "Did you hear that?"
The prides smiled and looked at the prides of the Yunchu Nation sitting below him. One of them, a young man dressed in a brocade robe, smiled and said, "I heard a little about the Fenghua Banquet. I heard that the first place of the Fenghua Rank was actually a Seven-starred Glory Plane cultivator. That's interesting."
"A genius in the Seven-starred Glory Plane who defeated the Dharma Plane. Maybe he really is very talented," someone said with a smile.
"What kind of Dharma will the defeated Dharma Plane be?"
"I heard that he also entered the Fenghua Rank."
The Yunchu Nation's juniors chatted casually. Yu Jiang and Bai Qiu's faces darkened. They naturally understood the sarcasm in their words.
"Of course it's a Dharma that can defeat you," a calm voice said. It wasn't like the sarcasm of the Yunchu Nation's juniors. Instead, it was the most direct response.
The person who spoke was Ye Wuchen. He was like his sword. He rarely used his sword but when he did, it was extremely sharp.
"Is that so? If there's a chance, I'd like to learn from you." The young man in luxurious robes said with a smile. He wasn't angry. As the Heaven's Favorites of the various countries, they stood on opposite sides to begin with. Naturally, they would oppose each other with equal harshness. How could this affect their mental state?
"After today's event is over, I will bring everyone to Royal City for a walk. For now, let's enjoy the scenery quietly." Many people looked at him. Luo Junlin was very famous. At such a young age, he was already recognized as the future emperor of the Nandou Nation. No one could shake his position.
To become an emperor, one had to enter the Noble Plane. Thus, Luo Junlin was a future Noble.
"Today's Tingfeng Banquet will be very boring." He was not too interested. The Tingfeng Banquet was of such a large scale. All the geniuses of the Yan Kingdom had come to battle on the battle platform. Many people were just there to join in the fun and test their strength. They were not worth a single blow. Even if there were a few outstanding people, they would not be able to catch the attention of the others.
Unless they were the geniuses who had been selected in the end, the current battle was very boring in their eyes.
"Is that so? What do you think of that person?" Luo Junlin smiled and pointed at one of the battle platforms. That was the platform for the Seven-starred Glory Plane cultivators. At the moment, a battle was happening on the platform. A very young genius stood there and had already won many battles. He was skilled in matrices and could form formations with one step at a time. He could use matrices to start a battle without wasting time.
This person kept fighting and kept defeating strong cultivators from all sides. No one was his match. They could even be said to be vulnerable. The matrices he carved could gather Spiritual Qi of all elements and transform them into powerful spells. They exploded with terrifying power.
"I'm afraid no one in the Glory Plane can defeat him," Minister Hua said. This person should be the genius named Yun Tianhao that Yan Shao had sent him a message to pay attention to. Yan Shao had said that this person's life spirit was a matrix and could use all elemental Spiritual Qi to carve matrices to fight. His potential was limitless. If he had a great teacher to teach him, he could soar to the sky.
Ye Futian's gaze also fell on the battle platform. When he saw his opponent, he was a little surprised because he knew this person. It was when he was at Qingzhou Academy. When Heiyan Academy had come to challenge him, he'd fought with this person and defeated him with the skills of an inscriber.
However, compared to back then, Yun Tianhao was clearly more mature.
After winning many battles, Yun Tianhao finally stopped. He looked over at the emperor's stand and Ye Futian realized that Yun Tianhao was actually looking at him.
It seemed that Yun Tianhao still held a grudge about that battle.
Ye Futian smiled at Yun Tianhao. Then he saw Yun Tianhao walk down and walk towards a certain direction in the crowd. Following the direction, Ye Futian saw Yan Shao, Zhuo Qing, and the other strong cultivators of Donghai Academy. He also saw Lin Xiyue there, looking at him with her beautiful eyes.
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