Three months later, a table of sumptuous delicacies was laid out in a 'God' private room on the top floor of Myriad God Restaurant. The price of the dishes on the table was in no way inferior to the table of dishes Yi Yun had eaten in the past.
Eight scantily dressed female attendants surrounded the table to serve the guests. Some poured wine, some poured tea, some took food, while others massaged their shoulders and legs.
Sitting among the eight female attendants were Feng Yunyang. He had women on his left and right as he enjoyed their service.
And in front of him were a few personal disciples. Although Feng Yunyang had been brutally beaten by Yi Yun, to the point of losing an arm, Feng Yunyang was still the last disciple of the patriarch. As such, he was still treated and fawned upon by the various large family clans.
Feng Yunyang also enjoyed such days. He had gone from a tiny sect to his present standing. The huge leap in status gave him a great sense of satisfaction.
"Young Sect Master, that Yi Yun has been grounded for nearly half a year. From the looks of it, he will be grounded forever. This is clearly the patriarch's punishment for Yi Yun, but it's a little too light," someone said.
Everyone knew that Yi Yun was a thorn in Feng Yunyang's heart. To befriend Feng Yunyang, it was inevitable to trample on Yi Yun a few times.
Upon hearing Yi Yun's name, Feng Yunyang frowned. He hated Yi Yun so much that he gnashed his teeth. If not for his master paying a huge price to reattach his arm, his arm would have been crippled.
"Hmph! Master has already gathered large amounts of natural treasures for me. In another month or so, I will use these natural treasures to refine into a medicinal liquid that will cleanse my body. When that happens, my strength will definitely increase by leaps and bounds. That Yi Yun chopped off my arm half a year ago. When my strength reaches the phenomenal stage, I'll chop off his limbs, slice off his nose and ears, and make him into a human pole! "
Feng Yunyang drank nearly half a jar of Immortal Inebriation and was already a little tipsy. He was an unruly person to begin with, so after drinking Immortal Inebriation, he became even more unrestrained.
"Oh? Young Sect Master, from what you say, the list that the patriarch produced half a year ago has already been gathered? "
Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's words, everyone present could not help but recall the list that the Patriarch had taken out at the meet. The materials on it were all priceless. To find them required a great deal of wealth and some luck.
Even for the Myriad God Patriarch, it would be extremely difficult for him to gather the materials alone. Therefore, he offered sufficient rewards and mobilized more than a hundred family clans in the Myriad God Ridge, allowing them to use their family connections to search for the materials.
With so many clans operating in the Calm Sea for who knew how many years, they had deep foundations. Their efficiency in searching for things was too high.
"More than half of them have been gathered, but there are still some that we can't find. I don't think there's any hope of finding them in a short period of time, so the Patriarch has decided to start making the medicinal liquid."
Feng Yunyang said smugly. So what if Yi Yun was strong? No matter how strong he was, wasn't he being neglected and grounded? How could Yi Yun be compared to him? Once his body was cleansed, it would be Yi Yun's doomsday.
Feng Yunyang was determined to kill Yi Yun. He could tell that the Patriarch and Sect Master disliked Yi Yun, to the point of hating him.
The reason they grounded Yi Yun was probably because they were afraid that Yi Yun would seek revenge on the Myriad God Ridge one day when he matured. That way, even if he killed Yi Yun, he would not be blamed by the Patriarch and Sect Master. It would even help them resolve a worry.
Upon thinking of this, Feng Yunyang felt even more pleased with himself.
By killing Yi Yun, he would be able to resolve his mental demons and wipe away his shame. What awaited him in the future was an infinitely bright future. It would truly be like having the world in his hands and having countless beauties at his beck and call. He would enjoy a lifespan of tens of millions of years. That was the pinnacle of life!
"Young Sect Master sure is blessed to be thought so highly of by the Patriarch. We are extremely envious."
Everyone present said sourly. They knew that Feng Yunyang's talent was not bad, but it was only better than theirs. He was still far inferior to a sorcerer like Yi Yun, so there was no need for the Patriarch to spend so much effort to nurture him. Such treatment was truly enviable!
In fact, a few months ago, there were rumors that Feng Yunyang was the Patriarch's illegitimate son!
The Patriarch had established the Myriad God Ridge for so many years, but they had never heard of him having any children. He did not even have a woman by his side.
Some people speculated that the Patriarch cultivated in a strange cultivation technique that turned him into a child, preventing him from having sex. Therefore, it was very difficult for him to have children. As for Feng Yunyang, it was possible that he had used a special method to obtain an illegitimate son with great difficulty because he was nearing the end of his lifespan. That was why the Patriarch treated him so well. If not, there was no other explanation.
If that was the case, no one could say anything about the treatment Feng Yunyang received.
How could Feng Yunyang not know what the crowd was thinking? He was very pleased with the envious looks they gave him.
At that moment, Feng Yunyang's disciple token suddenly lit up. It was the Patriarch's voice transmission!
After learning the contents of the voice transmission, Feng Yunyang's expression changed. "I have something to do. I'll be leaving first. Continue eating!"
As he spoke, Feng Yunyang's figure flashed and he vanished from the Myriad God Ridge.
Although Feng Yunyang was indulging in enjoyment, he knew what was important. The Patriarch had given him everything, so he had to do whatever the Patriarch instructed him to do immediately.
Fifteen minutes later, Feng Yunyang arrived at the Myriad God Patriarch's seclusion grounds.
"Master!"
Feng Yunyang bowed as a master and disciple. Feng Yunyang was extremely respectful towards the old man, although deep in his heart, he did not wish for the existence of a person who could control his fate at will.
"I called you here to plant a Soul Seed on you."
The red-dressed boy said with a hoarse voice.
"Again? It's only been eighteen days. "
The Soul Seed was a method of cultivating the soul that the Myriad God Patriarch had figured out. In the past, it was planted once every eighty-one days. Later, it was done for forty-nine days and then thirty-six days. Now, only eighteen days had passed since the last time he planted a Soul Seed.
Up to now, Feng Yunyang had planted more than thirty Soul Seeds.
Every time he experienced the baptism of a Soul Seed, the strength of Feng Yunyang's soul would increase significantly. This slowly eliminated the doubts Feng Yunyang had.
Planting a Soul Seed required that Feng Yunyang not put up any resistance. It had to be done willingly. In the beginning, Feng Yunyang had his doubts but when he realized that he was a junior and that there was no reason for the patriarch to scheme against him, he felt relieved. Furthermore, the patriarch had spent so many resources on him and publicly announced him as the next sect master's successor. This made him believe in the Myriad God Patriarch even more.
As the red-dressed boy formed a seal, a gray aura shot out from his fingertip and sank into Feng Yunyang's glabella.
Feng Yunyang's body convulsed as his face turned slightly pale. Following that, the pain in his soul sea lasted for fifteen minutes before it slowly subsided.
Every time he planted a Soul Seed, he would feel a pain that came from his soul. Furthermore, it was more intense each time. According to the patriarch, it was a natural reaction as one cultivated in the cultivation technique.
Although Feng Yunyang was somewhat puzzled, he had already cultivated for so long. There was no turning back. He could only continue down this path.
"It's about time," said the red-dressed boy slowly. His voice sounded like an old man on the brink of death.
"Probably tomorrow. I'll cleanse your body."
Upon hearing the patriarch's words, Feng Yunyang was pleasantly surprised. "That fast!?"
"Yes, there's enough medicine to cleanse my body. There's no need to wait any longer."
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