The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 872
All the important people from the clan offered their congratulations, and so did the lord city lord, which caused Ding Feiwen to become so arrogant and arrogant that he would almost forget his own name.
It should be, right? He had obtained the help of some of the main figures of the Crimson Sun Sect, and had been taken as a disciple, only that he had yet to get any news.
'Hoho, that must be it!
'F* ck, Ding Ping, that, actually dares to give me a punch. I will definitely make him pay dearly for this this time! '
"Master City Lord, please, this way!" Said the patriarch of the Ding Clan in a hurry. This is no place to talk.
"Please!"
"Please!"
They all moved into the main hall, and sat in their respective seats for the host and guests. Because Liu Zhenshi's status was too high, they still felt uneasy even though he had been offered the host's high seat, afraid that they would treat this noble guest too lightly.
"Lord Patriarch, Elders!" Ding Feiwen smirked as he looked at Ding Ping. "How do you plan on dealing with this guy?"
“We have made our decision. We will abolish his status as the first heir of the clan, and will give him a heavy punishment with three hundred heavy strike staff! "The words of the Ding Clan's family head. Although Ding Feiwen's tone of voice suddenly became high and proud, which made her a little unhappy, when she remembered that even the ruler of the ruling city was degrading herself, what rights should she complain about?
"A very light punishment?" Ding Feiwen's self-indulgence was about to explode. Even the lord city lord acted like he would do anything as long as there was a word from him, so what was the need for him to continue bringing the clan elites to heart?
'I am truly a True Disciple of the Crimson Sun Sect!'
No matter how arrogant, no matter how his tyrant acted, it would be accepted as a natural thing.
"Then, according to Feiwen, how should we deal with it?" Asked the patriarch of the Ding Clan, slightly displeased, although he did not dare to express his dissatisfaction. He was certain that if he dared to show a bad attitude towards Ding Feiwen, Liu Zhenshi would dare to make a move against him.
The City Lord was an elite Flower Level Blooming, what did he not dare to do?
"Deploy both hands!" Ding Feiwen stated coldly. He actually dared to hit him, so how could he vent his anger without crippling Ding Ping's arm?
"Report!" Right at this moment, another servant walked in, knelt down, and announced, "The Patriarch of the Ye Clan is seeking an audience!"
You Klan?
"Yuanyuan is here?" Ding Feiwen could not help but grin. "Let them in!" Ye Yuan came on time – he could clearly see how impressive and amazing he was now. Furthermore, with Ye Yuan watching from the side, this would give Ding Ping the biggest blow.
The servant would naturally not obey Ding Feiwen's orders, and immediately turned to look at the patriarch of the Ding Clan.
The Patriarch of the Ding Clan was even more displeased; who was calling the shots in the Ding Clan right now? Even if you, Ding Feiwen, will become a great elite in the future, it is just something that will happen in the future. His expression was black, he humped before commanding, "Act them!"
Within a short period of time, the maid brought three people in, two men and a woman. The two men were the patriarch and the first elder of the Ye Clan, whereas the woman was Ye Yuan.
"Yuanyuan, you're here!" Said Ding Feiwen, smiling. He actually acted as if he was the patriarch of the Ding Clan, and said, "Come, let me introduce to you, this is the city lord, Master Liu!"
'Master City!'
The three members of the Ye Clan all looked stunned. City Lord? What noble and prestigious person is that? But looking at Ding Feiwen's demeanor, he seemed to be able to be at a position on par with the lord city lord.
That's too amazing, isn't it?
"Brother Feiwen, why did City Lord come?" Ye Yuan asked in a whisper.
Ding Feiwen felt very pleased with himself, and said, "I have been taken as a True Disciple by the great figure of the Sun Crimson Sect, and thus, I have been taken as a True Disciple, even the Master City Lord himself has personally come to offer his congratulations!" close to Ye Yuan and lowered his voice as if putting up a deep-seated mystery pretence.
The Ye clan naturally knew that the lord city lord had come, and thus the patriarch and the first elder had come personally, wanting to settle the matter.
Even so, Ye Yuan was still stunned, and said, "Then, I really congratulated you, Brother Fei Wen!" When he saw Ding Ping's punch earlier, he thought that this might be related to him, but now, he had completely put this idea aside.
Ding Feiwen was very pleased. He looked at Ding Ping coldly, and said, "Come, take him away quickly and break his arm!" He instantly surpassed his authority, acting as if he were the patriarch.
"Report …!" Today it was very crowded; again, a servant had entered, "Inform the Patriarch, the sect master of the Crimson Sun Sect has come to visit." Even his voice was shaking. Sect master of the Crimson Sun Sect, what great elite is that? He was several hundred times stronger than the lord city lord!
The elites of the Ding Clan all looked at each other, a little confused.
Even if Ding Feiwen had been taken as a disciple by the great elites of the Spiritual Infant Tier of the Crimson Sun Sect, there was still no need for the sect master himself to make a personal visit, right?
What the hell is going on here?
"So, Lord Jie also got the news." Only Liu Zhenshi understood. That great master had taken out a disciple, so putting aside the personal visit of the sect master of the Crimson Sun Sect, even if even stronger figures came, it would not be the slightest bit strange.
However, he was a bit confused. This Ding Feiwen, at best, could only be called talented; furthermore, her temperament was really not that impressive. Why was he chosen by that great master?
But Ling Han clearly said that he had to go to the Ding Clan to congratulate; could it be that the members of the Ding Clan had made some sort of mistake here?
Everyone rushed out to receive the other newcomers. The sect master of the Crimson Sun Sect had the surname Jie, with the name Wu gave. He had a long-standing reputation, and was the greatest elite in this field. When one mentioned this master, everyone would be filled with sincere reverence.
"Greetings, Lord Jie!" Everyone knelt down and gave their regards to this great elite.
Jie Wu raised his hand with a smile, and asked, "Who is that master's disciple?"
Hearing his words, the members of the Ding Clan were confused, and at the same time, they asked, "What master?"
They all thought that Ding Feiwen had been taken as a disciple by some great elites of the Crimson Sun Sect, which was why Liu Zhenshi had come to offer his congratulations, but now that Jie Wu had come, it was only after Jie Wu had arrived, it seemed like something strange was happening here, let alone when the latter even used an astonishing form of address: that master!
Hiss, that master!
Even Jie Wu had to address him as master, so what kind of person was that?
The members of the Ding Clan were all trembling. Things .... became strange, and it didn't seem like what they imagined!
Ding Ping suddenly opened his mouth, and asked, "May I ask, is that master Ling's surname?"
"Shut up, what right do you have to speak here?" The Seventh Elder immediately rebuked him. Can't he see that they feel troubled here?
However Jie Wu and Liu Zhenshi both raised their eyebrows at the same time, turned to look at Ding Ping, nodded, and replied, "To be exact!"
'** * *, what is this situation?'
None of them were idiots, and guesses appeared in their hearts. Furthermore, this guess caused a huge wave of emotions in their hearts.
"My master's name is Ling, and his name is Han" Ding Ping said. He was finally convinced that these two people came for his own sake – actually, they came for Ling Han.
"Greetings, Young Master!" Jie Wu and Liu Zhenshi both knelt down, their expressions respectful.
'What!?'
All the members of the Ding Clan were so stunned there was a shivering vibe on their backs. It was the lord city lord, and there were others who were even the sect master of the Crimson Sun Sect. Both of them, in their eyes, were the gods of — beings who could withstand the burden even if the sky collapsed!
But, these two people were actually now half-kneeling in front of Ding Ping to pay their respects, and called him the young master.
Heavens, what kind of luck had befallen Ding Ping whom he had taken as the great master as his master?
Pa, Ding Feiwen meanwhile slumped to the ground, her face pale.