The Feng Zun Journey
Establish Rules
When no one answered, Feng Zun finally said, “Because no one objected, from today on, all the cultivation factions that exist in Zhou Dynasty, Han Dynasty, Tang, started to be, and Feng had to follow these rules. What do you think, Sect Master Fang?”
He looked at Fang Linghai.
The Mysterious Titan Sect was the one holding this meeting. If it was only due to etiquette considerations, he would have to ask Fang Linghai for input.
After pondering for a moment, Fang Linghai said, “Proposal Fellow Daoist Feng is exactly what I expected to implement. However, because we are setting strict rules, then we should take the time to discuss them in more detail. That will make it more effective.”
Feng Zun shook his head. "You can discuss the details yourself."
He definitely can't be bothered.
When they saw this, the crowd inwardly heaved a sigh of relief.
Feng Zun's attitude was unquestionable proof that he was not interested, in suppressing or controlling various factions in the four continents.
Otherwise, with the terrifying strength and ability he had just displayed, he could have simply forced all of them to give up, one by one!
That's not overkill.
Those who participated in this meeting were the top experts of their respective factions.
Even they had to admit that they were no match for Feng Zun, let alone anyone else!
Even Sect Master Hong Changhe of the Nine Lightning Sect, was forced to kneel only after one attack of Feng Zun!
"Daoist Fellow Feng, what you have done today will be a blessing to all the cultivators in the world!"
Palace Master Fu Yunlong of the Star Sword Pavilion sighed in admiration.
He also meant it.
Feng Zun did not fight for power or authority, and he did not intend to rule them. The rules he wanted to make, really meant to extinguish the flames of war and prevent infighting, he did this out of consideration of the cultivators of the world.
After showing courage and generosity, of course Fu Yunlong's heart was moved!
When the others saw this, they each nodded and expressed their agreement.
However, only they themselves knew, whether or not they actually agreed with Fu Yunlong.
Just giving a blessing to the cultivators of the world, huh. Feng Zun muttered to himself, he immediately lost interest.
It was just as he predicted.
The so-called Terrace of the Continent Conference, purely held out of consideration for the benefit of the cultivation faction, they did not think of mortal humans at all.
But Feng Zun was not too disappointed.
However, if the cultivation faction was willing to bury hatred, it would still be of great benefit to the residents.
"Zhuan Long, Miss Tianba, we have to go."
Feng Zun had no desire to last any longer, then he picked up his wine jug, turned around, and walked away.
However, when he passed Gu Shangju and Cao Yang, his steps suddenly came to a halt and looked at the two of them.
The two men stiffened, and their hearts trembled.
"Record Daoist Feng, is there anything we can do for you?"
Gu Shangju tilted her head to give her greetings.
He was the leader of the Fire Soul Sect, the late stage Immortal Realm existence.
However, when facing Feng Zun, his heart felt an immense pressure.
"Has there been anything strange going on around Unreturn Forest lately?" asked Feng Zun.
Two months ago, he sent Zhi Guan to the Unreturn Forest Mountain Range, to place the Blood Refining Formation, but he had no idea how many 'prey' of the Heavenly Devil Prison he had managed to capture.
Gu Shangju obviously did not expect this, but she was immediately relieved.
He thought for a moment and said, “Nothing is strange, but I heard that someone has placed a very frightening killing formation at the bottom of the abyss, and it had killed several cultivators from the Heavenly Devil Prison when they tried to cross.”
"I heard the same thing," Cao Yang said.
Feng Zun nodded.
It seemed like the Blood Refining Formation had gathered quite a number of prey. When he next returned to the ruins of the Eternal Dragon Palace, he had to send Zhi Guan to collect the loot …
Feng Zun then focused his gaze on Cao Yang and asked with interest, “Your aura shows a deviant bloodline. Which of the Twelve Deviant Bloodlines do you have?"
The twelve deviant bloodlines in question were extremely mysterious. They called themselves the purest descendants of the Xiantian Spirit, and they were extremely rare even in the Nine Provinces of Wild Orion.
To the knowledge of Feng Zun, they were divided into twelve bloodlines. Each one mastered a different innate divine ability, and their heritage and source of strength were extremely ancient.
Cao Yang's thin figure trembled slightly, and his expression changed. “Mean Daoist Feng, you have good eyesight!”
He looked extremely shocked, it seemed like he had not expected that Feng Zun could see his origins.
He took a deep breath, then said in a low voice, “But I am not really a descendant of the Twelve Deviated Bloodlines. I only inherited a portion of the branch talent from them.”