Chapter 44
Long feng felt his surroundings blurring. They moved so fast that he even felt a headache. This was Elder Zhang's speed. The speed of a Yang level cultivator!
They came to an abrupt stop in front of a Majestic gate. The guards there all emanated the aura of a rank five or six Yin level cultivators! And these were only guards!
"Inner court Chief." Elder Zhang spoke to the guards, whipping out a token with the drawing of a mortal wielding a sword and staring into the heavens. On the token, the character 'Inner court Chief' was boldly written on the token.
Seeing the token, the guards bowed and moved for Elder Zhang and Long feng. Elder Zhang pulled Long feng's arm and entered through the gates, then sped up again. Long feng's surroundings blurred again and he began to feel an urge to puke.
The next time they stopped, they appeared before a huge palace in a secluded area after passing countless pavilions. The palace was emanating a suffocating soul aura. Elder Zhang had a respectful look on his face as he clasped his fist. Long feng was immensely stunned.
"Lord Yi Ming, I have brought him as you instructed!" He said respectfully. Long feng tried to guess who this Lord Yi Ming was, and only one person came to his mind. The Soul cultivator of the Mortal heaven sect! He had heard about him already, being the sole soul master of the sect. He had an authority that nearly equalled the Sect Master of the entire Mortal Heaven Sect!
"Let the boy come in. Zhang Tian, you can return to take him back within an incense stick worth of time." An old voice spoke from the depth of the palace. It seemed as if the palace itself was speaking.
Nodding respectfully, Elder Zhang turned and left instantly. Long feng hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to the palace.
"Junior feng pays respect to Lord Yi Ming" he said loudly as he stepped into the palace.
Within the palace was a wide space. In the center of the palace, a white haired old man sat. His eyes seemed gentle, his aura and his face were gentle.
Beside him were two youths. The youths looked no older than twenty years. They glanced at Long feng curiously as he entered the palace. The cultivation level of the youths stunned Long Feng. He had to rub his eyes to confirm he wasn't hallucinating.
Rank seven and rank eight Yin level!
"Good young boy!" The old man laughed. He was obviously the Lord Yi Ming.
"Long Feng is it? Have a seat." Lord Yi Ming said.
Long feng sat down beside the two youths. That was the only place to sit he could think of. The whole palace was filled with soul power and he felt slightly uncomfortable.
"Young boy, I am sure you know how to release your soul power?" Lord Yi Ming asked.
Nodding, Long feng released his soul power. The gentle and pure yet suppressive soul power spread to a few meters and stopped.
Even the two indifferent youths were stunned as they sensed his aura.
They both were Lord Yi Ming's apprentices, which meant they were naturally soul cultivators. Yet their soul power couldn't hold a candle compared to this foreign youth's. His soul power was far purer than both their soul powers combined.
Lord Yi Ming's eyes shone with surprise.
"Good! Very good!!" He repeated, observing Long feng's power.
"Young friend Long feng, would you like to come under this old man's wings as my third disciple?" Lord Yi Ming asked with an earnest look on his face.
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Fantasia"You are destined to die if you continue on this path. You cannot change your fate!" He lifted his head to gaze at the heavens, fingers tightening around his sword hilt. "What if I can?" he muttered faintly. "I've done it before. I can do it again."...
