Night.
Within a grand hall of the Yufeng Clan’s estate, Yufeng Junshan, Steward Tong, the three elders of the Yufeng Clan, and the brothers Yufeng Lei and Yufeng Jin had all gathered.
“Master, the Third Young Miss has returned,” a guard announced respectfully from outside the hall.
Yufeng Junshan, Yufeng Lei, Yufeng Jin, Steward Tong, and the three elders all brightened at the news. Yufeng Junshan immediately ordered, “Good, you may leave.”
They had been waiting for this moment.
They had instructed their people that once Yufeng Qingyin returned, she was to be brought here immediately.
“I wonder what intentions this Senior Feixue truly has,” Steward Tong murmured in a low voice.
“I hope he chooses to remain in our Junshan City,” Yufeng Junshan said, his tone uneasy. Though the clan had survived a great calamity and was now in high spirits, Yufeng Junshan harbored greater ambitions. If a powerhouse with late-stage Divine Emperor strength were to stay in Junshan City, the benefits for the Yufeng Clan would be immense.
Footsteps echoed from outside, and Yufeng Qingyin entered. Seeing her father, brothers, and the elders all staring at her, she froze momentarily.
“Qingyin, come in quickly and take a seat,” Yufeng Junshan said with a smile.
“Yes, Father,” Yufeng Qingyin replied nervously as she sat down.
“Third Sister, Senior Feixue has done our Yufeng Clan a great favor by aiding us. Did he have any requests for us?” Yufeng Lei asked.
Yufeng Qingyin shook her head. “No, Master didn’t ask anything of our clan.”
“Does Senior Feixue plan to leave Junshan City?” Yufeng Lei pressed, his tone urgent. Beside him, Yufeng Junshan and the others tensed.
If he saved them and then departed—
Their future would hardly differ from the present. Junshan City would remain just another obscure, insignificant town among the countless small cities of the vast Divine Realm. Worse still, they suspected there was a high chance Feixue Divine Emperor would indeed leave. Firstly, powerhouses of his caliber usually pursued their own goals—rarely would they linger in a small city. Secondly, Feixue Divine Emperor had always lived in seclusion, avoiding conflict. Now that he had slain the ‘Master of the Demonic Heart Sect,’ his name would spread across the Divine Realm, inevitably drawing trouble. If he left Junshan City and hid elsewhere, no one would be able to find him—not even the Yufeng Clan, who had already tried and failed to track him. According to intelligence, ascended Divine Emperors were nearly impossible to trace.
“No,” Yufeng Qingyin said, looking puzzled at her family’s expressions. “Master didn’t mention leaving!”
Yufeng Junshan and the others exhaled in relief.
“Master only said he dislikes disturbances and asked me to tell you not to bother him unless it’s important,” Yufeng Qingyin added.
“Of course, of course,” Yufeng Junshan said with a smile. “Senior Feixue’s cultivation is of utmost importance. With his status, who dares claim the right to meet him casually? All of you, listen well—unless it’s a matter of great importance, do not disturb him.”
“Yes,” Yufeng Lei and the others responded in unison.
Yufeng Junshan’s smile widened.
Dislikes disturbances?
As long as ‘Senior Feixue’ resided in Junshan City, the surrounding powers would have no choice but to regard the Yufeng Clan with greater respect. Trade negotiations with neighboring cities would also become far easier.
“Though Senior Feixue dislikes disturbances, worldly matters will inevitably arise. Since he has no subordinates, our Yufeng Clan is naturally the best choice to handle such affairs for him,” Yufeng Junshan mused inwardly, growing increasingly satisfied.
“Qingyin,” Yufeng Junshan asked, “since Senior Feixue dislikes being disturbed, does that include you? As his disciple, can you still visit him freely?”
“I can see Master anytime,” Yufeng Qingyin replied.
“Good,” Yufeng Junshan said with a chuckle. “Qingyin, your master, Senior Feixue, has done our Yufeng Clan a great kindness. This debt must never be forgotten. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I know,” Yufeng Qingyin nodded earnestly.
…
Clearly, the Yufeng Clan intended to firmly board the ‘Feixue Divine Emperor’s’ warship!
That same night, news reached Eastwood City.
“Hmm?” The Eastwood City Lord sat alone atop a mountain peak within the city, his presence seamlessly merging with the world. Clad in a green robe, his aura was as vast and profound as the earth itself. He opened his eyes, revealing a trace of surprise. “In that small city, Junshan, a mid-stage Divine Emperor-level ascended Divine Emperor has appeared, with strength rivaling a late-stage Divine Emperor?”
“Feixue Divine Emperor?”
The Eastwood City Lord frowned slightly.
In truth, within this vast region, Eastwood City was the most dominant power. Small cities like Junshan City had no choice but to defer to them. And now, within this very region, a powerhouse capable of matching a late-stage Divine Emperor had emerged! It was worth noting that even the Eastwood City Lord himself was only at the late-stage Divine Emperor level.
“To severely wound the Demonic Heart Divine Emperor in a single strike and shatter his body in three moves—such strength indeed rivals a late-stage Divine Emperor. Fortunately, his temperament seems averse to conflict, having lived in seclusion in Junshan City without revealing his power before.” The Eastwood City Lord nodded slightly. “I must dispatch an envoy to pay respects to this Feixue Divine Emperor.”
At the very least, goodwill should be extended.
The Eastwood City Lord himself disliked conflict. However, as a cultivator of ancestral divine bloodlines, he had an insatiable need for resources and treasures. Moreover, with the countless members of the Eastwood Clan relying on him, he had no choice but to compete for such resources.
…
News traveled swiftly. Within a day or two of the Demonic Heart Sect Master’s demise, the major powers had all learned of it. The Divine Realm now had another overlord! Fortunately, he resided in the same region as the Eastwood City Lord, meaning his influence on the rest of the Divine Realm was negligible.
…
Junshan City, Feixue Manor.
Atop a high pavilion, Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged in meditation, continuing his research into the Hunyuan Body Refinement technique.
Though he had created several versions that could temporarily grant his body mid-stage Divine Emperor strength, none were stable. Some only enhanced his arms, others his legs, and yet others only his abdomen or back—none could uniformly strengthen his entire body while maintaining stability.
“To think that my disciple’s affairs forced me to reveal my strength.”
“But so be it. Perhaps some challenges will arise, giving me more opportunities to temper myself.” Dongbo Xueying was brimming with confidence. Even with his power exposed, few at his level would dare provoke him.
“Once the Divine Emperor Rankings are updated, my name will spread even further. If the Northriver Emperor is in this world, he should learn of it.” Dongbo Xueying smiled faintly in anticipation.
The Northriver Emperor had also been transported to this world.
And between them, there was a debt of vengeance.
“I wonder how Northriver will react.” Dongbo Xueying remained composed.
His calm stemmed from his strength.
In terms of the Void Path alone, though his Hunyuan Body Refinement was still unstable, he could sustain late-stage Divine Emperor combat power for half an hour. Such strength, in the Broken Tooth Mountain Range, would place him among the Great Emperors.
As for the Illusory Realm Path, even a peak Divine Emperor—equivalent to a Supreme in the Broken Tooth Mountain Range—would not remain unaffected.
Against the Demonic Heart Sect Master, he had not even used the Illusory Realm Path.
If he fought with full power—
Combining the Illusory Realm Path with his late-stage Divine Emperor Void Path combat strength, he could contend with a Supreme! Even if slightly outmatched, he could still hold his own. And if worse came to worst, he still had the Great Shattered Void Teleportation Art. With such strength, Dongbo Xueying remained unperturbed even after slaying the Demonic Heart Sect Master, continuing to reside peacefully in Junshan City.
“Master,” a guard called from below the pavilion, bowing respectfully. “The Tianxin Tower’s Tower Master Xing requests an audience.”
“Oh? Let him in,” Dongbo Xueying instructed.
“Yes.” The guard swiftly departed.
Soon, Tower Master Xing ascended the pavilion. Seeing the white-robed youth seated in meditation, he immediately bowed. “Divine Emperor, the latest Divine Emperor Rankings have been released.” He produced a scroll.
Dongbo Xueying chuckled, beckoning the scroll toward him. “For such a trivial matter as delivering a scroll, you could have sent a subordinate. Yet the esteemed Tower Master personally came?”
“Divine Emperor, you jest. As merely the Tower Master of Tianxin Tower’s branch in Junshan City, it is my honor to serve you in even this small capacity,” Tower Master Xing said humbly.
Dongbo Xueying smiled as he unrolled the scroll, examining the updated Divine Emperor Rankings—revised only when significant changes occurred.
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