# Chapter 1066: Acquaintance from the Desolate Island
"First!"
The number floating above Lin Feng's head was one. What did this mean? Among the Martial Emperor's disciples recruited by Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor, the number one Heavenly Martial disciple was Lin Feng—the Lin Feng he had once regarded as an ant!
It wasn't just Qiu Hao; others were also searching for who the number one disciple was. When they found the number one, their gazes moved downward, and upon seeing that handsome face, their expressions instantly froze.
"It's Lin Feng, the youth who was once humiliated by the Yang Clan but forcefully ascended the Nine Heavens!"
"It's actually him. He truly has extraordinary qualities. No wonder Qiu Yuexin would kill members of her own family for him in a fit of rage."
At this moment, everyone's expressions varied, appearing especially splendid. Especially in the direction of the Yang Clan, when Yang Zilan and Yang Ziye saw that Lin Feng was the number one disciple, Yang Zilan couldn't help but release a chill from his body, while Yang Ziye couldn't suppress a low cry, drawing many gazes toward them.
"Do you know him? Who is he?" An old man asked Yang Ziye and Yang Zilan.
The two's expressions stiffened, finding it somewhat difficult to speak.
"Grand Uncle, this person is Lin Feng. He once saved younger sister Ziye and sent her back to our Yang Clan, but was humiliated by Zilan and driven away. Zilan even sent people to hunt him down, causing Qiu Junluo's death and the battle with the Qiu Clan." At this moment, a young man spoke indifferently.
"Lin Feng... sigh, what a pity. He could have become a friend of our Yang Clan, but now he's an enemy." Someone immediately echoed, causing Yang Zilan and Yang Ziye's faces to become extremely ugly. Their cold gazes swept over the speaker.
"All of you, shut up!" The old man shouted coldly, and the two smiled as they closed their mouths. But Lin Feng seizing the position of number one Heavenly Martial disciple undoubtedly slapped Yang Zilan and Yang Ziye's faces. The siblings had been arrogant within the clan, relying on Xuanyuan Potian's impending marriage to Yang Ziye, looking down on their many blood relatives.
"Grandfather, this person's combat strength is formidable. He even defeated Xuanyuan Potian at the same cultivation level. I was also blasted out by him, losing the chance to become a Martial Emperor's disciple. This person..." Yang Zilan whispered beside the old man, as if there was more to say.
"That's enough." The old man interrupted him, naturally understanding what he wanted to say. Defeating Xuanyuan Potian at the same level, and already having enmity with the Yang Clan—this person could not be kept. If a suitable opportunity arose, he would have to be killed secretly, not given the chance to grow to the point of shaking the clan.
"Yang Zilan, so that's Yang Zilan." At this moment, many people turned their gazes toward the Yang Clan. Xuanyuan Potian had once declared he would become the number one Heavenly Martial disciple and propose to Yang Ziye, while Lin Feng had once been humiliated by the Yang Clan. But now, the two seemed to have completely reversed roles. Xuanyuan Potian didn't even qualify to be a Martial Emperor's disciple, while Lin Feng had become the number one disciple. This undoubtedly made many people want to see the expressions of the Yang Clan members. They didn't expect to discover Yang Zilan mixed in among the Yang Clan crowd.
Yang Zilan felt his face burning. Those piercing gazes seemed to be mockery and contempt. He, Yang Zilan, had once been so arrogant, calling Lin Feng an ant with every word. Now he didn't even qualify to be a Martial Emperor's disciple and had to sneak away, while Lin Feng stood at the highest point. These gazes made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling on his body, making him want to leave this place.
"Grandfather, I'll go back first." At this moment, Yang Zilan whispered, wanting to leave.
"What, can't even face this?" The old man snorted coldly. "You still have a long way to go. If you can't even bear this small setback, how can you achieve great things? Stay and see what rank your elder brother Yang Zhan achieves among the Venerable Martial disciples!"
Yang Zilan's expression stiffened as he looked toward the void. Sure enough, Grandfather's favorite grandson was still Yang Zhan.
Yang Zhan—the strongest among the younger generation of the Yang Clan.
At this moment, Lin Feng in the void could feel too many gazes falling upon him. However, he still maintained a calm and indifferent heart, without too many thoughts, and certainly dared not be proud or arrogant. His path was still too long. Being the number one Heavenly Martial disciple was just the beginning, or rather an entry point, giving him a broader platform to contact the wider aspects of this continent.
"Congratulations to all junior brothers and sisters. Alright, return to your positions." The ascetic monk said with a smile, and everyone immediately stepped back onto the auspicious clouds.
Then, the Venerable Martial cultivators used the same method to seal their positions. When they stood proudly in the void, bathed in golden light, they still received the attention of tens of thousands. Especially the top three figures, who were admired by countless people. Among the Venerable Martial disciples, the top few carried more weight than the Heavenly Martial ones. Their next goal was the Emperor!
The number one Venerable Martial disciple was a man in gray clothes, appearing to be only thirty or forty years old, with ordinary aura and no particular fame. He wasn't from any aristocratic family. Among the countless people below, no one even recognized him. He seemed completely unknown, yet he had seized the position of number one Venerable Martial disciple, clearly possessing extraordinary qualities.
"Who would have thought that in this recruitment of Martial Emperor's disciples by Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor, both the number one Heavenly Martial disciple and the number one Venerable Martial disciple would not be from aristocratic families, but unknown individuals." The crowd was secretly shocked. The same was true for Lin Feng before, and for this gray-clothed man. If Lin Feng hadn't caused quite a stir recently, no one would have known him either.
"Lin Feng was able to forcefully ascend the Nine Heavens in the past. I wonder what powerful methods this person has, to be sealed as the number one Venerable Martial disciple. He must be very formidable."
Everyone was speculating, but when Lin Feng saw this person, his gaze couldn't help but tremble.
"It's him!"
Lin Feng had seen him once before, and this person had once given him no small shock.
In the past, at the Wasteland Sea, a sharp sword had whistled past him. Later, they met again on a desolate island, comprehending the aura of desolation and the Essence of Time Desolation. This person was none other than the man who had appeared on that desolate island.
"What a coincidence!" Lin Feng revealed a smile. The two who had met on the desolate island in the past but never spoken a word—one a Venerable Martial cultivator, one a Heavenly Martial cultivator—were now, respectively, the number one Heavenly Martial disciple and the number one Venerable Martial disciple. Lin Feng couldn't help but marvel that although the world was vast, sometimes it was very small.
Yang Zhan of the Yang Clan ranked third, which brought considerable surprise to the Yang Clan members. Yang Zilan and Yang Ziye had lost face, and Xuanyuan Potian's proposal to Yang Ziye needed no further mention—it had become a joke. Now Yang Zhan seizing the third position among the Venerable Martial disciples brought some comfort to the Yang Clan, finally recovering a bit of face.
As for the number two Venerable Martial disciple, he was from the Meng Clan. The four great families of the Northern Wasteland had all gained something, making people sigh that aristocratic families were still aristocratic families, with their own foundations. Although the number one Heavenly Martial disciple and the number one Venerable Martial disciple were not from aristocratic families, the two behind them—the four great families of the Northern Wasteland—each occupied one spot.
The Venerable Martial disciples returned to the auspicious clouds. Then, in the void above, light flickered, and a group of figures descended. Among these figures were Mu Chen, Hou Qinglin, and many unfamiliar faces—eight in total, each with extraordinary bearing.
The ascetic monk pressed his palms together, then light flickered, and he also descended into the third position among those eight. A total of nine!
"Nine people. Legend has it that Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor have a total of nine personal disciples. Could these be the nine?" Everyone stared at the nine figures who had appeared. Without a doubt, these must be the Martial Emperor's personal disciples. It was said that although the Heavenly Terrace where Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor resided had many experts who followed the two Emperors, only nine had been accepted as personal disciples.
At this moment, these nine people all had solemn expressions, standing quietly. The space carried a heavy solemnity, accompanied by the continuously radiating auspicious clouds and the eighteen-thousand-foot heavenly staircase, as if they were on a pilgrimage.
"The Martial Emperor... is he going to appear?"
Feeling the silence at this moment, the crowd's hearts began to pound, their heartbeats quickening. Three hundred and sixty Martial Emperor's disciples, eighty-one first-batch Martial Emperor's disciples, nine Martial Emperor's personal disciples—all standing solemnly, with auspicious light shining ten thousand feet. This all indicated that the Martial Emperor might appear. At this moment, everyone's gazes were fixed straight ahead!