After the second day of the Tingfeng Banquet, Emperor Luo didn't invite Emperor Ye again.
Now, both Emperor Luo and Luo Junlin were proud of themselves.
As soon as the Tingfeng Banquet ended, many people crowded around the crown prince to congratulate him. Many nobles of the Nandou Nation agreed.
They all knew that after Luo Junlin entered the Royal Xuan Temple, he might not inherit the Nandou Nation's throne. Instead, he would have an even more terrifying future. If he could become an important figure in the Royal Xuan Temple, he could do whatever he wanted in the Hundred Lands, let alone the Nandou Nation. He could even build an even stronger kingdom.
In the Hundred Lands, some powerful kingdoms were born like this because they had more than one Noble Plane cultivator.
The people of the Cangye Kingdom didn't join in the fun. They already knew that Emperor Luo had invited them for this moment and not just to watch.
Ye Danchen was so upset that he wanted to go back to the Cangye Kingdom. However, Emperor Ye did not agree. Since he was already here, he had to wait until the Tingfeng Banquet was over. Otherwise, people would laugh at him for being ungracious and jealous of Luo Junlin.
Returning to the pavilion, Ye Futian realized that Yu Sheng was depressed. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"I'm not happy," Yu Sheng said.
"Because Luo Junlin entered the Royal Xuan Temple?" Ye Futian chuckled.
"Not just that. That father and son purposely invited people from the three kingdoms to watch just to show off. Do they really think Luo Junlin's talent is unparalleled?" Yu Sheng said unhappily.
"He must have some talent to be able to enter the Royal Xuan Temple." Ye Futian chuckled.
"Who cares about the Royal Xuan Temple? If they don't interfere when I kill Luo Junlin, I'll kill them too." Yu Sheng was angry. Ye Futian looked at him, embarrassed.
This guy was only in the Glory Plane and he was already talking about destroying the top forces of the Eastern Barren Territory?
Yu Sheng was indeed unreasonable when he was angry …
"Don't think about it. Go cultivate. We won't go to the Tingfeng Banquet tomorrow," Ye Futian said.
"You won't go?" Yu Sheng looked at him.
"Yes. Don't you think it's boring?" Ye Futian smiled. "It's the last day."
Yu Sheng's eyes sparkled when he heard Ye Futian's words. Then, he seemed to understand something. He smiled honestly and seemed to be in a much better mood.
Ye Futian glared at him, then turned around to cultivate as well.
The night passed. The next day, Ye Lingxi came to call for them. Ye Futian told her that he was not planning to go. After Emperor Ye found out, he ordered people to guard the palace to ensure Ye Futian's safety. He brought the others to the Tingfeng Banquet alone.
Yesterday, people from the Royal Xuan Temple had come. The news that the Crown Prince of the Nandou Nation had been accepted as a disciple of the Royal Xuan Temple and that he would become the second Noble of the Nandou Nation had already spread throughout the country last night. As a result, there were even more people at the Tingfeng Banquet today.
Emperor Luo was naturally in a good mood. The Tingfeng Banquet continued, but he noticed that Ye Futian did not come. The people of the Yunchu Nation and the Yan Kingdom also noticed.
"The number one on the Fenghua Rank. It's fine if you avoided battle before, but now you're even hiding?" Chu Kuangren mocked when he saw that Ye Futian did not appear.
"You're wrong." At this time, Ye Wuchen said, "He must be bored. The banquet is boring, and the people are boring. If I had known, I wouldn't have come today."
"A good reason indeed. You and Ye Futian are quite alike," Chu Kuangren said coolly.
"Maybe he was provoked yesterday," someone from the Yan Kingdom said with a smile. Although it was the Tingfeng Banquet, the one who shined the brightest yesterday was undoubtedly Luo Junlin. Many people were shaken. After returning, they asked around for information about the Eastern Barren Territory and the Ancient Barren World.
"Your Majesty, I won't come tomorrow either," Ye Wuchen said to Emperor Ye.
"Alright." Emperor Ye nodded.
"What are you running away from?" Chu Kuangren smiled at Ye Wuchen.
"Don't worry. I'll come on the last day of the Tingfeng Banquet," Ye Wuchen replied. Chu Kuangren smiled at him. "Alright, I look forward to it."
…
Just as Ye Wuchen said, he did not show up on the fourth day of the Tingfeng Banquet.
Ye Futian and Yu Sheng did not show up either.
It wasn't just the fourth day. As the Tingfeng Banquet began, geniuses kept appearing. The atmosphere was about to reach a peak. However, Ye Futian and Yu Sheng still did not show up at Emperor Ye's stand.
Even the people from Donghai Academy and the Nandou clan noticed. They thought that Ye Futian and Yu Sheng were probably stimulated by the fact that the Crown Prince had been chosen by a powerful force. Although Ye Futian's talent was terrifying and no weaker than Luo Junlin's, cultivation didn't just depend on talent. It also depended on fate. Ye Futian seemed destined to be unable to compete with the Crown Prince. Once Luo Junlin entered the Royal Xuan Temple, he would not allow Ye Futian to have a chance to grow.
These days, Ye Futian and Yu Sheng cultivated in the palace.
Especially Yu Sheng. He was in a bad mood and had completely gone into seclusion. Every time Ye Futian went to see him, he was cultivating so he did not disturb him.
In Ye Futian's courtyard in the palace, Ye Futian was practicing his fist techniques. The emperor's will coursed through his body, causing each of his punches to seem to contain a wondrous artistic conception. As he cultivated, this charm became more and more obvious, and he could use it more freely in his attacks.
"Ah …" A low roar interrupted Ye Futian's cultivation. It was Yu Sheng's voice.
Ye Futian's heart tightened. He ran in the direction of the courtyard and quickly arrived at where Yu Sheng was cultivating.
Seeing Yu Sheng's current state, Ye Futian's heart twitched violently. Every time he saw Yu Sheng cultivate like this, he would feel a pain in his heart, as if he was being stabbed by needles.
Right now, there was a terrifying aura around Yu Sheng. An extremely violent dark golden light surrounded his body. It was completely out of control, burying his body inside. There seemed to be a demonic figure attached to Yu Sheng's body. The dark golden shadow turned into a terrifying vortex, devouring all the violent Spiritual Qi around it. It caused hideous barbs to appear on Yu Sheng's body.
Then, Ye Futian saw that behind Yu Sheng, there were protrusions growing out of Yu Sheng's flesh and continued to extend outwards.
Because of this, Yu Sheng couldn't help but cry out in pain. At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly and pressed his lips together. In order to prevent himself from making a sound, he bit his lips so hard that they bled. It was a ghastly sight.
Ye Futian clenched his fists so tightly that they made cracking sounds. Why did his godfather make Yu Sheng cultivate such a cruel method?
The demonic figure continued to solidify, and the protrusions kept extending outwards.
"Ah …" There was another extremely miserable cry, as if he was in extreme pain.
Boom! There was a roar, and a gust of wind blew. It was as if something had broken. After the protrusions grew out of Yu Sheng's back, they turned into a pair of terrifying wings. The dark golden wings shone with a frightening light. Every feather seemed to have an inverted spike on it. The wings were very large and matched Yu Sheng's burly body very well.
If Ye Futian's Roc wings were like the feathers of a god when they spread out, then Yu Sheng's wings were like the feathers of a demonic god. It was frightening.
"His method produces its own Dharma?" Ye Futian's heart trembled. With the wings, Yu Sheng's weakness of being unable to fly could be overcome. The extremely violent Spiritual Qi in the surroundings surged into Yu Sheng's body. At this moment, Ye Futian realized that there was not only metal Spiritual Qi, but also wind Spiritual Qi.
With the wings, he actually had the talent of the wind element.
Just then, Yu Sheng opened his eyes. A frightening dark golden light bloomed from his pupils, revealing an extremely violent aura.
However, when he saw Ye Futian's figure before him, the violent aura immediately disappeared. The violent aura also gradually returned to normal.
Yu Sheng smiled at Ye Futian honestly like a big boy. There was no trace of the terrifying violent aura from before.
"Does it hurt?" Ye Futian asked softly.
"It's a small matter. I can bear it. I'm also an Eight-star Glory Plane now," Yu Sheng said, scratching his head.
"You idiot, you're not allowed to cultivate today. Rest early." Ye Futian stared at Yu Sheng, not allowing him to refuse.
"Okay." Yu Sheng nodded. With the increase in his plane, his violent mood improved.
Ye Futian didn't say anything else and turned to leave. Yu Sheng said it didn't hurt but his heart ached. He knew that Yu Sheng would have to endure this kind of pain on his path of cultivation.
Unparalleled power was not only due to unparalleled talent, but also because of unbearable pain.
…
Days passed and the Tingfeng Banquet gradually came to an end. It was time for the final battle. The imperial city of the Nandou Nation was in an uproar.
The top geniuses finally appeared on the stage, in front of the people of the Nandou Nation. They revealed their unparalleled sharpness and were about to begin the final battle.
Ye Futian and Yu Sheng still didn't know anything about all this.
In the evening, Emperor Ye returned to the palace with the people of the Cangye Kingdom.
Ye Lingxi came to Ye Futian's courtyard.
"Ye Futian," she called with a smile when she found him.
"Princess." Ye Futian looked at Ye Lingxi.
"Don't call me princess. Just call me Lingxi." Ye Lingxi smiled. "I came to tell you that the Tingfeng Banquet is ending tomorrow."
"Is it finally ending?" Ye Futian smiled. The Tingfeng Banquet had been going on for many days.
"Father said that we might return to the Cangye Kingdom tomorrow. We have nothing to do tonight. Do you want to go out and relax? The night view of the Nandou Nation's imperial city is not bad. After today, you won't have the chance," Ye Lingxi said, smiling.
"Okay." Ye Futian nodded. He had been cultivating in the palace and was bored. It was a good time to walk around the Nandou Nation's imperial city and relax. Yu Sheng was the same.
Tomorrow was the day of the Tingfeng Banquet. The Nandou Nation's imperial city should be very lively!
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