Chosen Man
Zhou Yang's
After realizing that Feng Zun had disappeared amidst the crowd, the gray-clothed youth withdrew his gaze and sighed.
'This is the territory of the Long Empire where cultivation strength is growing rapidly, even if he is really the person that big brother is referring to, he might not be comparable to the cultivators here.'
That man was actually the ninth prince of the Zhou Empire, Zhou Yang.
If Feng Zun was here, he would definitely recognize the face of that man who bore a resemblance to the crown prince of the Zhou Dynasty, Zhou Lingyun.
Zhou Yang had long been cultivating in the Long Empire, more precisely in the Hidden Sky Sect. He was also the younger brother and sister most cherished by the Imperial Crown Prince of Zhou, Zhou Lingyun.
He was a very different character to the other princes, he was not at all interested in the seizure of the throne or all worldly matters. His heart and mind had completely fused with the path of cultivation and the quest for the path of the Supreme Dao.
Although he was once the number one genius talent in the Heaven Swallowing Sect that existed in the Zhou Empire, yet when he stepped foot and began to focus on cultivating in the Long Empire, he was, his talent could only be considered the lowest standard.
About four or five months ago, he received letters from his Father, Emperor Zhou Jiang and Zhou Lingyun simultaneously.
When he had read the contents of the letter from his father, he was unable to contain his excitement when he learned that his older brother, Zhou Lingyun had been crowned Crown Prince.
While the letter from his brother, Zhou Lingyun, contained an event that occurred in the forest of unreturn which was an event where Feng Zun single-handedly saved the Zhou Empire from the six Demon Gods from another world. And a spiritual jade slip that came with the letter displayed the figure of Feng Zun in detail.
In the letter also Zhou Lingyun recounted that currently Feng Zun had been given the title of Imperial Teacher of Zhou under his orders as Crown Prince.
Since then Zhou Yang has always looked forward to the day he met the young man whom his older brother so respected.
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In a private room in the restaurant, a group of young men and women were having a banquet.
One of the golden-robed men turned his head and looked at Zhou Yang then he casually instructed the command, “Junior Yang, what are you looking at? Come quickly and pour wine for all of us.”
Zhou Yang said in a low voice, "Good."
He rushed forward, carrying a jug of wine, his head lowered as he started pouring wine for everyone in the room.
He's like a waiter.
"Junior Yang, you should also sit down."
A young lady sitting on the seat of honor seemed like she had no heart, and she instructed Zhou Yang in a light voice.
The girl was dressed in purple and her skin was as white as snow. On his forehead was a birthmark that looked like a golden lotus leaf.
He had a pair of deep phoenix-like eyes and his brows were like a tall mountain that seemed to be unreachable to others. He was young, but when he looked around, he had a noble and imposing aura.
Zhou Yang was somewhat surprised.
The young woman was named Ling Huayi.
A direct descendant of one of the four major clans in the Long Empire, the Ling Clan.
He had joined the Hidden Sky Sect four years ago and had now become the core disciple of the inner court!
He had inherited the Ling family inheritance technique, the Phoenix Scripture, from a young age. He had refined the aura of the Phoenix Flame and could be said to be the best in the world.
Coupled with her alluring beauty, she was known as the Fengxuan Fairy among the younger generation of the Long Empire.
Zhou Yang had never imagined that an arrogant celestial fairy like Ling Huayi would be willing to accept a new disciple who was considered to have the lowest status like her, and a hint of warmth appeared in her heart.
However, before he could speak, the golden-robed man had said with a smile, "Senior brother Ling, when we departed from the sect, said, Junior Zhou Yang said that all trivial matters on the journey would be handed to him."
As he spoke, his gaze turned to Zhou Yang, and he grinned as he said, “Also Junior Zhou Yang is also willing to pour wine for us, too, and there was absolutely no one who deliberately told him to, right, Junior Zhou?”
Traces of indescribable humiliation surged in Zhou Yang's heart. What if they knew that Zhou Yang's true identity was a prince? Do they still dare to insult him like this?
But Zhou Yang knew that the power possessed by his father's Empire, would not be able to bear the anger of someone who had the identity of a large faction disciple like the Hidden Sky Sect.
Moreover for the sake of his greatest dream towards the path of cultivation, he was finally only able to suppress his anger and was still able to nod seriously and say, "Good."
The golden-robed man was named Lao Yunchi, the inner court disciple of the Hidden Sky Sect. He had an incredible family background and was a direct descendant of a cultivation faction.
In terms of status, identity, and cultivation, they were far from what Zhou Yang could compare to.
In fact, all the young men and women present today, they all had great backgrounds. Each of them had a higher status than the others, and they were the most dazzling and outstanding members of the younger generation of the Hidden Sky Sect.
Among all of them, Ling Huayi was the most outstanding disciple and had the highest disciple status.
The second was the golden-robed man, Lao Yunchi.
As for Zhou Yang, he was only an outer court disciple who had just walked into the inner line of the Hidden Sky Sect for a month. His status and identity were still too low and far from being comparable to the young men and women present.
Even in terms of cultivation, Zhou Yang was also still much inferior!
In the Zhou Dynasty, Zhou Yang was the number one sword cultivator among the younger generation of the Heaven Swallowing Sect and also became a pride for Emperor Zhou Jiang.
But in the Long Empire…
He could only become an outer court disciple for 2 years, before successfully qualifying and becoming an inner disciple since a month ago.
But so far Zhou Yang had been very satisfied.
The Long Empire was already considered a hegemon of the Luo Mainland, their cultivation resources were extremely prosperous.
Any cultivator in the nineteen prefectures of the Long Empire could be considered a giant in a small continent like the Han Dynasty or the Zhou Dynasty.
There are many heroes of the world born from here.
Geniuses were like goldfish crossing rivers, countless in number, each with his own style.
When he first arrived in the Middle Continent, after understanding this reality, Zhou Yang's self-esteem and confidence were completely shattered.
It was at that moment that he deeply understood how prosperous the Long Empire was!
In comparison, a place like his Zhou Dynasty was no different from a poor village.
This often caused Zhou Yang to laugh at himself. In the past, he was a frog at the bottom of a well, thinking that the sky was only that big, seemed laughable, and pitiful…
However, Dao Zhou Yang's heart was very firm. Although he was completely crushed by reality, he relied on his overwhelming will and spirit to undergo many trials and options before finally being lucky enough to enter the Hidden Sky Sect to cultivate.
Even if it was just a low-status disciple that no one in the Sect cared about, such an identity was enough to cause ordinary cultivators in the mortal world to be unable to boast to him!