# Chapter 1062: Where is Xuanyuan
"I will use all my means to try to hunt down seventy people as quickly as possible, then leave. But Qiu Yuexin and Lin Feng seem to be together, which means they hunted one hundred and ten people. I wonder who helped whom." Lin Ruotian thought to himself. In the past, he would have naturally assumed that Qiu Yuexin was helping Lin Feng, but having witnessed Lin Feng create miracles several times, he dared not underestimate this young man at the Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm.
With the cultivation strength of the Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, he forcibly ascended the Nine Heavens, defeated Xuanyuan Potian at the same cultivation level, and easily erased geniuses from noble families like Yang Zilan, showing a tendency of being invincible at the same level.
Stepping forward slowly, Lin Ruotian came to sit not far from Lin Feng.
"I never thought that in this Eight Wastelands, besides the many talented juniors of my Lin Clan, there would be a prodigy like Lin Feng. I wonder where Brother Lin Feng comes from?" Lin Ruotian spoke to Lin Feng, seemingly trying to build a closer relationship.
"A kingdom very far from the Eight Wastelands Realm, naturally incomparable to Brother Ruotian." Lin Feng replied with a smile, treating others calmly and frankly.
"A distant kingdom." Lin Ruotian murmured softly, then smiled: "Brother and sister Yang Zilan looked down on Brother Lin Feng, truly laughable. They only rely on their noble family background to disregard Brother Lin Feng, not knowing that if they cast aside this family status, how could they compare to Brother Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng heard the exaggerated praise and still only smiled calmly, not knowing why Lin Ruotian would bring this up.
"Born into a noble family, they naturally have some qualifications to be proud of." Lin Feng said flatly.
"So what? Now Brother Lin Feng is about to become one of the first batch of disciples of Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor, and your ranking will certainly not be low. Moreover, Miss Qiu has feelings for Brother Lin. As long as Brother Lin has another identity, you can properly go to the Qiu Family to propose marriage and welcome Miss Qiu."
"Another identity?" Lin Feng murmured, looking at Lin Ruotian: "Brother Ruotian seems to have hidden meaning in his words. Even if I, Lin Feng, become a disciple of a Martial Emperor, I only have this one identity. I wonder where this other identity comes from."
"If Brother Lin Feng is willing, my Lin Clan is willing to regard Brother Lin Feng as a direct descendant, bestowing upon you the Lin Clan name. I will also truly call you brother. From then on, Brother Lin Feng will be a member of my Lin Clan, also my brother. At that time, my Lin Clan will personally go to the Qiu Family to propose marriage for you. How about that?"
Lin Ruotian, hearing that Lin Feng came from a distant kingdom, guessed that Lin Feng was probably a wandering cultivator who came alone. In the Eight Wastelands, there were countless people like Lin Feng, and many died every day. Without a powerful background to rely on, they were easily bullied. Therefore, he extended an olive branch to Lin Feng and also brought up the matter of helping Lin Feng propose to the Qiu Family to tempt him.
Lin Feng smiled. Now he understood; Lin Ruotian wanted to recruit him into the Lin Clan.
This Lin Ruotian was quite thoughtful, wanting to call him brother and having the Lin Clan help Lin Feng propose. It was quite tempting. However, this "direct descendant" status was not something that could be casually spoken. Moreover, if he joined the Lin Clan and received their protection, wouldn't he be bound by the Lin Clan in the future? Not being of Lin bloodline but being called a Lin person—neither fish nor fowl. This kind of thing was naturally impossible for him to agree to.
"Lin Feng thanks Brother Ruotian, but Lin Feng still wants to rely on himself." Smiling faintly, Lin Feng directly refused.
A look of disappointment appeared on Lin Ruotian's face as he said regretfully: "Lin Feng has far-reaching vision, so I naturally won't say more. However, even if we cannot become brothers, I am still willing to be friends with Brother Lin Feng."
"Friends can be found everywhere in the Eight Wastelands and Four Seas. If Brother Ruotian considers me a friend, I naturally consider Brother Ruotian a friend as well." Lin Feng said with a smile. Lin Ruotian was not a bad person, but he was quite utilitarian, perhaps because of his noble family background. Lin Feng would not reject him, but he would not be as close as he was with Yuan Fei.
Lin Ruotian smiled and nodded, not continuing to speak. Lin Feng's words had another meaning—if he considered Lin Feng a friend, Lin Feng would consider him one too; if not...
"Carve your name!" Hou Qinglin's figure flickered as he came to Lin Ruotian's side, handing him the golden paper to sign his name.
Then, on the Heavenly Terrace, there was another period of silence. The fourth person arrived quickly. Lin Feng did not recognize him, but Lin Ruotian began talking with him. From their conversation, Lin Feng gathered that the other party was a scion of a noble family from the Southern Wasteland.
On the Heavenly Terrace, people gradually returned. Lin Feng, however, took Qiu Yuexin to the edge of the terrace, sat down cross-legged, and meditated quietly, focusing without distraction. He didn't care who was early or late; that had nothing to do with him. He was more concerned about when Xuanyuan Potian would return.
The Ascetic Monk was still at the edge of the terrace, like a high monk in deep meditation, ignoring external matters as if they were all dust, truly living up to the name "ascetic."
As time slowly passed, more and more figures gathered on the terrace. Many people began to get acquainted and chat, especially those from noble families and clans. They talked happily, showing no signs of unfamiliarity, as if they had known each other for a long time.
But everyone knew in their hearts that those who returned to the terrace were all people with considerable talent. They were about to become disciples of a Martial Emperor, and in the future, they would be fellow disciples, seeing each other often. Making connections with useful people was beneficial for everyone. These fellow disciples might not seem like much help now, but in the future, they could become powerful allies in competing for positions within their families.
People from noble families and clans were skilled in power struggles. Where there was profit, they could get along. This was common and nothing to criticize.
A month passed in the blink of an eye. Now, on the Heavenly Terrace, there were seventy-eight people, with only three missing.
The crowd was quite surprised, but then they understood. If it were according to the ratio of the killing grounds, they wouldn't have so many survivors. But after passing the Nine Heavens and the Illusory World assessments, those who remained were elites. Moreover, many were from noble families with many methods. Hou Qinglin and the others had clearly considered all this, so having eighty-one people walk out should not be a problem.
"Has anyone seen Xuanyuan Potian?" At this moment, someone asked. They noticed that among the seventy-eight, Xuanyuan Potian was not present.
"Yes, I wanted to ask that too." Someone echoed. They were all puzzled but hadn't asked. Now that someone brought it up, everyone immediately started discussing. Xuanyuan Potian, who had once declared he would take the number one Heavenly Martial disciple—where was he?
"I once saw Xuanyuan Potian being chased in the Trial Ground. I don't know how he is now." At this moment, someone spoke, causing everyone's pupils to contract sharply.
"What? Xuanyuan Potian was being chased? Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"
"Yes, in the Trial Ground, cultivation is not restricted. With Xuanyuan Potian's terrifying strength, who would dare to chase him?"
The Heavenly Terrace immediately became lively. This was definitely a blockbuster news. Not only had Xuanyuan Potian not ascended the Heavenly Terrace, but he had also been chased.
"I saw it with my own eyes. At that time, Xuanyuan Potian was very embarrassed, covered in blood, with disheveled hair. If he hadn't roared, 'I, Xuanyuan Potian, will surely take revenge for this,' I wouldn't have recognized him. But after his roar, a burly figure leisurely chased after him, laughing lightly, 'Your ape grandfather will let you take revenge now,' scaring Xuanyuan Potian into immediately fleeing."
The person slowly narrated, and the crowd looked at each other in shock. Xuanyuan Potian had been chased so miserably? Just one voice scared him out of his wits? Who was this person claiming to be the ape grandfather, to be so terrifying?
"Only three people are left to reach eighty-one. If the next three to ascend don't include Xuanyuan Potian, then..." At this moment, someone murmured, and the crowd fell silent, showing strange expressions.
"You're wrong. Only one person is left." At this moment, Lin Ruotian said calmly, startling the crowd. Only one left?
"You seem to have forgotten someone." Lin Ruotian spoke again.
"Forgotten someone?" The crowd's eyes flickered as they looked around at the people nearby. Then their pupils contracted as they seemed to remember someone—the one who had defeated Xuanyuan Potian at the same cultivation level.
"Where is Lin Feng?"
"Over there, with Qiu Yuexin." Lin Ruotian pointed into the distance. At the edge of the Heavenly Terrace, there were indeed two black dots that no one had noticed. At this moment, everyone's pupils sharply contracted. Adding Lin Feng and Qiu Yuexin, that made eighty people. Only one last person remained!
PS: The wind was too strong yesterday, causing a large-scale power outage. My apologies. I'll work hard to make up for it today!