Feng Zun Journey: The World of the Netherworld
Chapter 11

Practically simultaneously, Chang Ziyan's graceful figure went inside. He said frantically, "Martial Uncle, this is bad! If you don't act immediately, our Zeng Mo Palace will face a disaster!"

Wu Changling looked surprised, "What makes you panic like this? Tell me about it."

Chang Ziyan glanced at the Daoist-robed old man and his disciple, "Can the two of them step aside for a moment?"

"Don't be disrespectful!" wu Changling's. "If there's something you want to say, then just say it directly, there's no need to hide anything."

"Oh?" said Chang Ziyan. "Martial Uncle, since you're not afraid of losing face, I won't hide it anymore."

"Lost face?"

Wu Changling's eyelids twitched without feeling.

The Daoist-robed old man seemed to be thinking, as if he had already predicted something.

Chang Ziyan's red lips opened, and he briefly explained in a hurry, that the Great Zengtian and Third Zengtian were planning to snatch the Luo Vein Seed from Feng Zun's hands.

As he finished, Wu Changling's brows furrowed, and he looked a little uncomfortable.

They wanted to snatch the fortune from a young man from the Luo Mainland, a guest in their territory. This action is truly embarrassing.

If this news got out, it would definitely damage the reputation of Zeng Mo Palace, and in the future it would probably no longer be the person who wanted to be their guest.

What made this so awkward was that the pair of teachers and disciples had heard every word.

When he looked towards Chang Ziyan, he saw a hint of excitement in his expression. 

With that Wu Changling instantly understood, that the girl was deliberately doing this!

He could have delivered a message via voice transmission to her, but she deliberately chose not to. It was clear that he was using this to force her to intervene and end this matter, so that she could not refuse even if she wanted to.

For a moment, the atmosphere felt heavy.

Only the Daoist-robed old man said as he thought, "Daoist Fellow, in my estimation, Fellow Daoist Feng Zun is no ordinary person. You must not treat him like an ordinary cultivator. To me, the Luo Vein Seed is unfit to make us hostile to it, its losses will outweigh its gains."

His expression was sincere and solemn, and the implications of his words made Wu Changling's heart tremble. He immediately sensed that something was amiss here.

Based on his understanding of this Daoist-robed old man, he was not the type to speak carelessly!

Wu Changling immediately asked for further guidance, "Daoist Dean, don't tell me that.... The young man may have an extraordinary origin?"

He could ignore Chang Ziyan's request, but he couldn't ignore the Daoist-robed old man's guidance! 

The old man asked back, "Daoist Fellow, I will ask you this, which is more important, the Luo Vein Seed, or the well-being of the entire Zeng Mo Palace?"

Wu Changling was instantly at a loss for words, and his expression turned erratic.

Second Elder Chu Fengchi, the Burning Flame Emperor, he was standing behind the Great Zengtian and the Third Zengtian. Wu Changling did not want to get involved in this unless absolutely necessary.

But the attitude of the Daoist-robed old man made him realize, that there was most likely something strange about Feng Zun!

"Martial Uncle, quickly make up your mind!" Chang Ziyan said in a panic. "If we delay it, it will be too late to stop it!"

Wu Changling took a deep breath, "Alright. Since I already knew this, I had to stop it at any cost."

Chang Ziyan's eyes shone, and he smiled, "You are indeed the wisest Martial Uncle!"

The old man in Daoist robes got up, "I will also go with you guys. Now that you mention it, me and Fellow Daoist Feng are acquaintances. Now that he's stuck in the mud, of course I can't just sit still and watch."

Wu Changling's forehead shriveled, "This...How could I possibly trouble you, Fellow Daoist? I can finish it myself."

The Daoist-robed old man looked at him deeply, "I'm just worried that if Fellow Daoist Feng insists on continuing with the matter, he won't give you a face."

Wu Changling was stunned, and his eyes widened in disbelief, "Daoist Dean, didn't I go there to help him avoid a disaster. There's no way he'll make trouble with me, which is the opposite?"

The Daoist-robed old man's brows furrowed unseen, and he said coldly, "Don't tell me that you expect gratitude from him?"

He paused for a moment, then sighed, "Because considering the bond between us, I don't mind telling you, if I'm in your position, I'm in your position, I will not offend someone like Fellow Daoist Feng lightly. If you treat him as a junior or simply a cultivator of the Luo Mainland."

"Zang Ling, let's meet Fellow Daoist Feng."

With that, the Daoist-robed elder left the pavilion.

Wu Changling's behavior had disappointed him, but it was expected.

After all, this was the Baihe God Mountain, the heart of the Zeng Mo Palace region.

And Wu Changling had no idea how strange and mysterious Feng Zun was. After all he was an Immortal God, it was not strange that he ignored an Immortal cultivator.

How high is that person?

But even an existence like him did not dare to offend the young man lightly…  

"Good!" How could Chang Ziyan refuse?

He had already guessed this, and he could only sigh at himself. In the end, I need a sufficiently strong cultivation base before my words can convince the old generation cultivators like Martial Uncle Wu!

His background might be high and extraordinary, but how could he fail to realize that thanks to that Daoist-robed old man, Wu Changling had straightforwardly agreed to his request?

......

The Misty Heaven Peak.

Wang Lunning's furious aura surged around him in waves of energy that rolled around, suppressing and twisting the air around him.

The fury of an Immortal God could overturn the air in the entire stretch of the surrounding heaven and earth.

Although Wang Lunning had done his best, to keep his emotions in check, his imposing aura alone was enough to make the Immortal Ascension experts despair. 

The blind old man felt as if his entire body had been sealed. His skin was pierced by thousands of needles, and his blood flow seemed to freeze. Even his breathing was no longer smooth. However, his mind was the most affected, Wang Lunning's Aura was extremely oppressive!

Feng Zun just sat there, as if all of this was ordinary. However, despite being barely visible, an irresistible fighting desire flared up in the depths of his gaze.

But that was when an urgent voice exclaimed, "Third Zengtian, calm yourself down!" 

Even before the sound was finished echoing in the air, the Ninth Zengtian shot inward.

Feng Zun furrowed his brows.

Wang Lunning also looked displeased.

The Ninth Zengtian Forehead was covered in sweat as he tried to prevent it, "Third Zengtian, Fellow Daoist Feng is a guest of Zeng Mo Palace. Moreover, he was on good terms with Ziyan. If you…"

Wang Lunning coldly cut him off before he could finish his words, "Ninth Yangtian, are you trying to teach me how to behave?"

His expression was extremely cold, and his eyes shone like lightning. The aura of an Immortal God surged around him, emitting a terrifying and imposing might.

The Ninth Zengtian felt an intense suppression. His body stiffened, and he forced it to swallow back his words.

He knew that if he dared to say more, Wang Lunning would not show him any mercy!

In other words, a person with his status simply could not stand in his way!

"Why are you involved in this? You have to go." said Feng Zun.

As he spoke, he got up, then looked at Wang Lunning and pointed outside the pavilion, "Let's get out of here, then I'll teach you how to behave."

His words were light and airy, but Wang Lunning's expression became increasingly cold in response, and his eyes gleamed with ferocity and killing intent.

Who would imagine such a thing? 

A young man from the mere Immortal Realm had just declared an intention, to teach an Immortal God expert how to behave!

He was so insolent and arrogant! 

Even the Ninth Zengtian was fixated on his spot, as if he did not dare to believe his ears, and the blind old man could not help but gasp. His Highness Feng had just arrived at the Netherworld World, but he was already planning on fighting with the Immortal God!?

"Alright, I'd love to see how ants like you plan to teach me!" Wang Lunning took a deep breath, turned around, and headed out.

Inwardly, he was determined to teach this shameless braggart youth a lesson!

But before he could reach the doorway, Wang Lunning stopped, and his brows furrowed.

Several figures rushed towards them.

And their leader was none other than Third Elder Wu Changling!

He was with their guest, that pair of teachers and disciples, and also Chang Ziyan.

As Feng Zun saw this, he was also at a loss for words. It seemed like that little girl Chang Ziyan was really looking for reinforcements. 

But.. I really don't need it!

No, not only was he not in need of it, but Chang Ziyan's kindness would most likely ruin his plan. He would miss the opportunity to fight with a real Immortal God!

Instead, the Ninth Zengtian and the blind old man looked as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.

This unexpected newcomer could most likely stop this imminent dangerous conflict!

"Martial Uncle, what are you doing here?" ask Wang Lunning.

Wu Changling's expression darkened, and he said rudely, "Aren't I the one who should have asked you that. What are you doing here!?"

His tone and expression were extremely sharp!