Chapter 1470: Breaking the Rules
At the Qi Kingdom’s imperial palace, above the hundred-thousand steps, stood a series of heavenly gates, as if this place were an immortal palace, a divine residence, exuding an aura of supreme majesty.
When Wen Tian Ge and Wen Ao Xue arrived here, they slightly raised their heads and glanced at these heavenly gates, a faint, cold smile in their eyes. Wen Tian Ge directly said, “The Qi Kingdom builds its heavenly gates to resemble an immortal palace mansion—their ambition is not small.”
The people beside him, hearing Wen Tian Ge’s words, showed puzzled expressions; they did not understand what he meant.
Outside the immortal palace lay a vast, boundless plaza, where numerous banquet tables were arranged, the feasts all consisting of celestial nectar and jade liquids. Walking up the hundred-thousand steps, one could already smell a fragrance wafting over.
The immortal palace leaned against a series of magnificent halls, their momentum vigorous, all buildings made of pure white, fully displaying the noble aura of the Qi family. Every detail could reflect the Qi Kingdom’s pride. Perhaps the Qi family valued their presence in the Qi Kingdom more than their presence in the Eight Wastelands’ Qi family; otherwise, they would not have built such a magnificent mansion here.
“Envoy!” At this moment, a clear voice rolled out from afar. The Eastern Emperor arrived in person to welcome the envoy from the immortal palace, a warm smile on his face, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.
“Eastern Emperor, congratulations!” The envoy showed a hint of a smile and nodded slightly at the Eastern Emperor.
“Thank you, Envoy. Come, please take the seat of honor.” The Eastern Emperor politely guided him, then smiled at the young men who had come with the envoy: “These must be the younger generation of the Gu family, right? Not bad—handsome and talented, all outstanding figures. In the future, they will surely shine with brilliance.”
“The Eastern Emperor flatters us!” The several young men returned the greeting with smiles upon hearing the Eastern Emperor’s praise. Who doesn’t like to be complimented?
However, the Eastern Emperor sneered inwardly, thinking that these juniors of the Gu family were quite lacking in manners. Coming here, they pretended to be aloof, making him, an elder, greet them first.
Of course, though he thought this in his heart, the Eastern Emperor still very politely guided the group to the upper seats, giving them ample face.
“All brothers have arrived together—I am deeply gratified. Please, take your seats!” The Eastern Emperor’s gaze then fell upon the various emperors arriving from the void, guiding them to sit down. Each Martial Emperor occupied a separate seat, but they did not sit together. The crowd understood that they were all waiting for their juniors to arrive before sitting together.
The Martial Emperors were personally received by the Eastern Emperor, and the Qi Emperor was also helping. Qi Qian Xing did not come this time; he dared not. If, on the day of Qi Yan’s wedding, Lin Feng once again brought slaughter to the Eight Wastelands’ Qi family, they could not bear it. Therefore, since returning last time, Qi Qian Xing had been guarding the Qi family.
Soon, the outstanding young talents from the Eight Wastelands and the Nine Abyss Twelve Kingdoms arrived one after another. Attendants arranged for them to meet their elders and sit together. The vast plaza was orderly, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed. Even when the Yu Emperor arrived, the Qi Emperor only glanced at him calmly and then paid no further attention, as if the Yu Emperor were just a passerby.
“Hou Qing Lin and Tian Chi—they’ve arrived too!” At this moment, someone’s gaze fell on two figures walking toward the Yu Emperor. They were none other than the missing personal disciples of the Heavenly Terrace: the second disciple, Hou Qing Lin, and the third disciple, Tian Chi.
“Hou Qing Lin’s cultivation has now reached the Ninth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm. How terrifying! He might have even touched the level of an Invincible Sovereign Lord. As the Prophet foretold, he will become an emperor within fifty years. Now at the Ninth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm, he is not far from stepping into the Martial Emperor Realm!”
The crowd thought this as they saw Hou Qing Lin’s cultivation. Many people were stuck at the Ninth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm, seemingly unable to step into the Martial Emperor Realm for their entire lives, or even unable to reach the level of an Invincible Sovereign Lord. This was due to their talent—insufficient talent, without heaven-defying luck, destined them to have no connection with the Martial Emperor Realm.
But some people seemed favored by heaven, born with the qualifications to become a Martial Emperor. Hou Qing Lin was one such example. No one doubted his ability to step into the Martial Emperor Realm.
“Buzz!” At this moment, in the void, dazzling golden light spread across heaven and earth, shining with ten thousand rays, blotting out the sun. The crowd’s eyes narrowed, and they looked up to see a pair of majestic, boundless golden divine beast bodies. Their proud, unruly eyes swept over the crowd, appearing extremely arrogant, as if the world existed only for them. The pair of figures were one large and one small. When the larger one spread its wings, they stretched a hundred meters long, and with a casual flap, it seemed the void would tremble.
“It’s the Peng Emperor and the Little Peng Emperor!” The crowd looked at the two figures—both were divine Golden-Winged Great Roc birds.
“This Golden-Winged Great Roc is indeed proud and unruly, the nature of a divine bird, as if born to be above all!”
Now, everyone was accustomed to calling Peng Mo the Little Peng Emperor. It was said that after the Golden-Winged Great Roc was humiliated by Lin Feng last time, it went into seclusion for a year of bitter cultivation, with the Peng Emperor personally accompanying it, constantly tempering it. Now, Peng Mo was a Seventh-Level Demon Venerable, a Venerable-level demon figure, and becoming a Demon Emperor was just around the corner.
“The Peng Emperor and Little Peng Emperor have arrived. Please, take your seats!” The Qi Emperor said indifferently, greeting them. Though sneering inwardly, he was outwardly polite. The divine Golden-Winged Great Roc was different from others.
“Buzz!” Behind the Peng Emperor, a sound of stepping through the air rolled loudly. The crowd’s gaze turned there, and their pupils immediately contracted, shooting out dazzling light. He had come!
The Qi Emperor’s gaze also turned there. At this moment, a dazzling murderous intent burst from his eyes, as if he wanted to tear that figure into pieces and crush him to death.
At the Yu Emperor’s seat, several figures wore smiles. That guy had come too!
Lin Feng and Ruo Xie—they had arrived!
“Squeak!” The Little Peng Emperor let out a sharp cry from its mouth, golden light shooting into the sky, surging with a heaven-overturning murderous aura that rolled toward Lin Feng. He, Peng Mo, was invincible in the Eight Wastelands, sweeping away all opponents of the same level. Even those stronger than him were easily annihilated and killed. Only Lin Feng had made him miserable, and even when he wore the imperial artifact wings, he was still tormented by Lin Feng.
Lin Feng’s eyes held a faint smile, calm and indifferent, as if he completely disregarded the heaven-overturning murderous intent emanating from the Golden-Winged Great Roc. In this plaza, the Yu Emperor, the Wen Emperor, the Heavenly Demon Emperor, and others were all present. If other Martial Emperors wanted to move against him, they would have to weigh the consequences, and also consider whether breaking the rules would anger the other emperors. As for Peng Mo, he had never taken him seriously.
“Our Qi Kingdom’s hundred-thousand steps are only for Martial Emperors to fly through the air. Who are you, so bold as to disregard our Qi Kingdom?” At this moment, a soldier clad in pure white armor came before Lin Feng and shouted coldly. He certainly knew who Lin Feng was, so he wanted to give Lin Feng a show of force.
“Are you blind?” Lin Feng responded indifferently, causing the man’s gaze to freeze, cold light shooting out. But Lin Feng pointed at Peng Mo and said calmly, “Is he a Martial Emperor too?”
“Hmph!” Ruo Xie also snorted coldly and said indifferently, “The Qi family’s wedding invites all outstanding talents from the Eight Wastelands and the Nine Abyss Twelve Kingdoms. My fellow disciple and I come to grace the occasion with our presence—it is giving face to the Qi family. If the Qi family does not welcome guests, they might as well close their doors. Why set these so-called rules? And some people can ignore them, while others must obey, dividing the many heroes present into three classes and nine grades. Is your Qi Kingdom humiliating all the young talents?”
Many people heard Ruo Xie’s words and looked up with interest. These two fellows had recently stormed the Qi family, and now they arrived directly flying through the air, ignoring the Qi Kingdom’s rules. Of course, many were displeased with this rule, because they saw some people not following it while they themselves did, instantly feeling inferior. After all, they were all monstrous talents from various major powers, proud and arrogant.
The soldier’s gaze froze. Ruo Xie had dragged everyone into it, as if the rule were a form of discrimination against those who walked up.
“He is a divine Golden-Winged Great Roc!” the soldier said stiffly.
“Do you mean that the divine Golden-Winged Great Roc is nobler than everyone else present? If so, you might as well just receive the Golden-Winged Great Roc and be done with it!” Ruo Xie continued coldly.
The armored soldier was at a loss for words. The Peng Emperor and Little Peng Emperor’s expressions were also not pleasant. As divine birds, they were naturally above all.
“The divine Golden-Winged Great Roc is certainly nobler than ordinary people!” The Peng Emperor’s gaze shot like lightning toward Lin Feng, speaking coldly. He did not dare offend everyone, so he only said “nobler than ordinary people,” but the definition of “ordinary people” was open to interpretation.
“Is that so? In the martial world, so-called nobility is nothing more than having great strength. My cultivation is at the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm. This Golden-Winged Great Roc is a Seventh-Level Demon Venerable. Let him fight me. The loser dies. Martial Emperors will not interfere, and imperial artifacts cannot be used. What does the Peng Emperor think?” Lin Feng’s gaze fell on the Peng Emperor as he said calmly, causing the Peng Emperor’s expression to turn cold. His pure golden pupils seemed to want to pierce Lin Feng.
“This guy is still so arrogant. The loser dies!” The crowd’s eyes narrowed. They estimated that the Little Peng Emperor would not dare accept the challenge. This Lin Feng was no ordinary person!
“Kill me, and it will naturally prove the nobility of the divine Golden-Winged Great Roc. I am seeking my own death. Peng Emperor, there’s no need to be polite with me. Peng Mo, come out and fight!” Lin Feng smiled faintly at Peng Mo, a smile filled with contempt, causing the Little Peng Emperor’s entire body to burst with golden light, as if cast in gold, its anger surging to the sky. Above its head, it seemed a dazzling golden sharp sword hung.
The Qi Emperor had been watching all along, not speaking, his gaze calm. Letting Lin Feng and the Peng Emperor bear a grudge—why not?
“Hmph!” The Peng Emperor snorted coldly and led Peng Mo away, furious, having lost the arrogant and overbearing aura from before, holding a murderous intent in his heart.
“Today is Qi Yan’s wedding, so there are no such rules. Everyone may fly through the air.” The Qi Emperor said calmly, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng without any emotion. Lin Feng did not look at him. Together with Ruo Xie, he went to the Yu Emperor’s seat and sat down. Many people cast their gazes toward Lin Feng, and some who did not know him inquired about him.
Those who came here were all the most outstanding figures from the Eight Wastelands and Nine Abyss. Who would submit to others? Moreover, there were those monstrous talents who had recently risen, like Xia Tian Fan. They were certainly absolutely confident in themselves!
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