Chapter 1232: Spearpoint Against Awn
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"Brother Lin Feng, for the old master's birthday, coming is already a guest. Do as you please, no need to be restrained. This wine here is infused with dragon saliva essence. You two should try it!" Wen Tian Ge said with a smile, then poured wine for Lin Feng and the other. His demeanor was unrestrained, his features handsome, and his bearing extraordinary.
"You are too kind, Brother Wen!" Lin Feng raised his glass, nodded to Wen Tian Ge, and then downed it in one gulp. Immediately, the blood within his body surged and rolled, faint gurgling sounds could be heard, causing Lin Feng to marvel. In this terrifying Martial Emperor clan that had been passed down for ten thousand years, even the wine at the table could stir one's blood and provide a trace of strengthening effect.
"Good wine!" Lin Feng praised. Wen Tian Ge laughed and said, "Only those in this main hall can drink wine infused with dragon saliva essence. Brother Lin Feng, your cultivation is at the Eighth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, yet you defeated Long Teng in the Qi Tian Mountains. It makes the so-called Ten Great Prodigies seem like they gained their reputation undeservedly."
"Brother Wen, if you cared about such empty fame, you wouldn't be so composed," Lin Feng replied politely. At that moment, a cold glare shot over. Old Monster Chu strode in with large steps, found a seat, and sat down, looking extremely displeased. He had nearly been humiliated by Lin Feng earlier, and it was Wen Tian Ge who had resolved the situation. How could he be in a good mood? He was a Sovereign Lord-level figure. Although Lin Feng had great talent, it was hard to say how far he would grow. Yet he dared to act arrogantly in front of him.
"Old Monster Chu is notoriously protective of his own. Brother Lin Feng, don't take it too much to heart. However, you should still be a bit more careful in the future. It's better to be cautious against others," Wen Tian Ge transmitted to Lin Feng. Old Monster Chu wouldn't dare to do anything to Lin Feng openly, but for a strong person like him to do something like destroying the body and erasing traces wasn't impossible.
"Mm." Lin Feng nodded slightly. Wen Tian Ge's reminder was a kindness.
"Brother Lin Feng, most of the people here are Sovereign Lords from the Central Wasteland. The one sitting at the lower position of the old master is the Sovereign Lord of the Yan Family from Tianxu Ancient City, at the Ninth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm, extremely powerful. And that middle-aged man in the purple brocade robe is the Sovereign Lord of the Zi Family from the Central Wasteland, also at the Ninth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm. This man has purple pupils, with infinite power, second only to the Heavenly Eye Pupil..."
Wen Tian Ge introduced them to Lin Feng one by one. They were all Sovereign Lord-level figures, rarely seen on ordinary days, but now gathered together. It was all because of the immense influence of the Wen Family's old master. The Wen Family, passed down for ten thousand years in the Central Wasteland, had immeasurable foundations. Most of the Sovereign Lord-level figures residing in the Central Wasteland had arrived.
Lin Feng looked at the dozens of Sovereign Lord-level figures and sighed inwardly. Just for the old master's birthday, so many old monsters had appeared. It showed that the vast Eight Wastelands Realm was definitely not lacking in such Sovereign Lord-level figures. However, the number of Martial Emperors was not large. This indicated that while the step from Sovereign Lord to Martial Emperor seemed close, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven. Once crossed, one could overlook all living beings; if not, one remained just a Sovereign Lord, known to few. Only Martial Emperors were the true kings and masters of the Eight Wastelands Realm.
"At the Heavenly Terrace, I have a junior brother who also has purple pupils. Is he related to that Sovereign Lord of the Zi Family?" Lin Feng asked Wen Tian Ge in a low voice.
"He is from the Zi Family," Wen Tian Ge nodded with a smile. Lin Feng was a bit puzzled and asked, "Since he is from the Zi Family, why did he leave the Central Wasteland for the barren Northern Wasteland to join the Heavenly Terrace?"
"Among the four great ancient cities of the Central Wasteland, there are Martial Emperor forces. Among them, my Wen Family and the Sikong Family are both clan forces. Many people choose not to join a clan, since unless you are of direct bloodline, it's hard to receive personal instruction from a Martial Emperor," Wen Tian Ge said frankly, without any hesitation. "As for the Illusory World Heavenly Palace, it only accepts those with illusion talent. The Carefree Divine Sect has always been mysterious. As for the Heavenly Terrace, the two seniors, Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor, have taken personal disciples. Among the nine, three have successively entered the world and become famous across the Eight Wastelands. Is it any wonder that people want to join the Heavenly Terrace?"
After hearing Wen Tian Ge's words, Lin Feng showed a slight smile. It seemed that the Eight Wastelands Realm recognized his master's ability to teach disciples. Nine personal disciples, three of whom had become famous across the Eight Wastelands—how could that be undeserved?
"Martial artists ultimately rely on themselves. What use is there in relying on others? The three from the Heavenly Terrace became famous across the Eight Wastelands only because of their own efforts and their unshakable martial will," Qi Tian Sheng looked over and said lightly, as if implying that his own martial will was extremely firm.
"That's right. Martial cultivation indeed relies on oneself. Thinking of some people, born in a Martial Emperor clan yet utterly useless, and still incredibly arrogant, relying only on their family's power. You should save that sentence to teach her a lesson."
Lin Feng glanced at Qi Tian Sheng and said unceremoniously. The "her" he referred to was naturally Qi Jiao Jiao. He was talking with Wen Tian Ge, so why did Qi Tian Sheng have to interrupt, putting on a lecturing tone? Lin Feng wouldn't be polite with him.
How could Qi Tian Sheng not understand Lin Feng's sarcasm? His expression froze, and a cold gleam shot from his eyes.
"Even if one relies on family power, one must have power to rely on. Some people, just showing a bit of talent, become arrogant and look down on everyone else, like a frog at the bottom of a well. If it really came to a fight, they would probably be crushed with one blow," Qi Tian Sheng retorted sharply, each word biting.
"Defeating Long Teng is nothing. Among the Ten Great Prodigies, Long Teng didn't even qualify for a nomination back then. What is there to be proud of?"
Lin Feng and Qi Tian Sheng exchanged verbal barbs, drawing the attention of many. The Sovereign Lord-level figures wore smiles. The purple-eyed Sovereign Lord laughed and said, "In this great era, geniuses emerge in large numbers. The competition among the younger generation is extremely fierce. But it is precisely this that tests who the true strong are, who can trample over others and move forward. It is commendable that the younger generation has such a competitive spirit!"
The purple-eyed Sovereign Lord's words were light and casual, praising their competitive spirit as commendable. With a simple sentence, he eased the tense atmosphere somewhat, defusing the confrontation between the two.
"Heh, Brother Zi is absolutely right. Now, in our Eight Wastelands Realm, geniuses are emerging in large numbers. In the future, they will surely contend for supremacy across the Eight Wastelands. In the old master's opinion, which of the younger talents will stand out?" At this moment, another Sovereign Lord chimed in, asking with a smile.
"When geniuses flourish, some ascend to the clouds first, while others achieve greatness later. Even temporary victories or defeats mean nothing. What truly matters is each person's dedication to the martial path and the path they will walk in the future. As for who will ultimately dominate the Eight Wastelands, who can say for sure?"
The old master said with a smile. Clearly, even if he had someone he favored, he wouldn't say it. Everyone had different opinions; knowing in one's heart was enough. Moreover, the achievements of martial artists were indeed hard to foresee. Even the Prophet's predictions could only serve as a reference, not be fully trusted. After all, the Prophet only predicted those people at that time. Who knew what transformations they would undergo later?
"I favor Wen Tian Ge of the Wen Family. In white robes, proud as snow and frost, his sword brings slaughter to the world, singing to the heavens!" That Sovereign Lord said with a smile, pleasing the old master. The old master said, "I hope so. Tian Ge is good, but he still lacks true tempering. When the opportunity arises, I plan to send him to a real battlefield of slaughter, to let him see how many extraordinary talents there are in this prosperous age."
"The old master means..." The crowd's eyes froze. Was the Wen Family preparing to let Wen Tian Ge undergo true trials?
"Without experiencing real life-and-death trials, how can one become talented? In this Eight Wastelands Realm, many children, though gifted, are spoiled. They don't feel true danger," the old master sighed. Indeed, in the Eight Wastelands Realm, with the foundations of these ten-thousand-year Martial Emperor clans, figures like Wen Tian Ge couldn't feel real life-and-death danger. Who would dare to touch him?
Listening to the conversation among these Sovereign Lords, Lin Feng felt a chill in his heart. Wen Tian Ge was born into a Martial Emperor clan, yet even so, his family elders wanted him to experience real life-and-death trials. This showed how difficult the martial path was. For those without a strong background, it was even more so—nine deaths and one life, constantly clashing with the strong, to achieve ultimate glory.
And in this cruel process, some geniuses and prodigies were bound to fall.
"Wen Tian Ge himself is exceptionally gifted, and with an elder like the old master, he will surely become famous across the Eight Wastelands in the future. As for the Ten Great Prodigies, each one is unparalleled in talent and will rise to prominence. They are not comparable to other figures," Old Monster Chu said with a smile, elevating the Ten Great Prodigies. His last sentence, however, seemed to target Lin Feng—others could not compare to the Ten Great Prodigies.
"One cannot say that. Cases of latecomers surpassing the old are not uncommon. On the martial path, nothing is impossible. Even among the Ten Great Prodigies, how could they all be the same?" The old master shook his head with a smile, still very calm.
"The old master is right. Even among the Ten Great Prodigies, there are strong and weak. A competition would make it clear," At this moment, a proud voice rolled in. Then, the crowd saw a young man step into the great hall, looking at everyone with a faint, wicked smile on his lips. "Wutian of the Abyss, congratulates the old master on his six hundredth birthday. Additionally, today, with all the Sovereign Lords here as witnesses and so many outstanding juniors present, why not have a few matches to add to the festivities of the old master's birthday!"
PS: Thanks to brother Jue Fei Ke Yi for the reward!
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