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"This really is just like you," said the Divine Emperor from the side.
Xu Zimei shook her head slightly and replied, "Let’s go, the banquet is probably in full swing right now!"
The two left the inner courtyard of the Lan Mansion and returned to the midst of the banquet.
At that moment, the entire banquet seemed to reach a peak of song and dance, a lively and joyful scene.
Xu Zimei shook her head contemplatively. This so-called Demon Slaying Assembly, what really is the Demonic Path, and what is the Righteous Path?
Does proclaiming oneself as the Righteous Path necessarily equate to justice?
He raised his glass as he watched the grand gathering draw to a close and said no more.
In the afternoon, the banquet dispersed, and individuals from various major powers were accommodated in the already prepared guest rooms.
These staggered guest rooms were arranged around a very spacious courtyard.
The layout of the courtyard was also elegant and tranquil, with artificial mountains, flowing water, tall trees, and bright flowers.
Because Heaven Blue City had just been reconstructed after a battle, there indeed wasn’t much to see within the city.
People from the major powers simply chatted and discussed in the courtyard; some played chess beneath the trees, others tasted tea in the pavilion.
A group of juniors also talked about interesting events from their respective Sect Gates.
Xu Zimei found herself an armchair and did not mingle with others, lying back in the chair with her eyes closed to rest.
"Brother Fenghe, I’ve heard that your Dingwang Valley is renowned throughout the Nine States Domain for its Cauldron Refining Technique. How about we have a friendly exchange?"
Among the group of juniors, a young man clad in yellow addressed a young man in a black robe in front of him with a smile.
Wang Fenghe, the young man, smiled and shook his head. "Brother Yiming flatters me too much. Who doesn’t know of your Myriad Immortals Sect’s Immortal Capturing Method that dominates half of the Immortal Cloud Domain? There’s no need to compete, I concede."
Yue Yiming seemed somewhat dissatisfied upon hearing Wang Fenghe’s response.
He snorted lightly, "Brother Fenghe, you shouldn’t say that.
We cultivators are blessed, endlessly competing with heaven and earth for the joy of it.
The path to becoming a Great Emperor is strewn with countless bones, how can we retreat without a fight?"
Seeing Yue Yiming so aggressive, the other youths gathered interest.
They whispered to each other, watching the scene unfold with excitement.
"Yue Yiming seems to be targeting Wang Fenghe."
Some people who knew the inside story whispered back.
"You don’t know? During the last Grand Sect Competition, Yue Yiming’s pursuit of our Saintess was rejected, but she fell in love with Wang Fenghe instead."
"So it’s a grudge born from unrequited love!"
"If only it were just unrequited love," the person replied with a sigh.
"The real issue is that Wang Fenghe is wholeheartedly devoted to cultivation and cares not for matters of male and female affection.
In the end, after the Saintess waited in vain for decades, she saw through the mortal world and stepped into one of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands, the Red Dust Palace, never to emerge again.
Because of this, Yue Yiming harbored resentment towards Wang Fenghe."
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Hearing Yue Yiming’s words, Wang Fenghe gave a light smile.
He said, "I only seek the Way. As for competing for the creation of heaven and earth, if Brother Yiming desires such destiny, let him take it if he has the ability."
Yue Yiming snorted coldly and shaped his hands like claws, reaching straight for Wang Fenghe.
Seeing this, Wang Fenghe gave a wry smile and swiftly retreated backward.
With a bitter smile, he said, "Brother Yiming, pressing me into combat like this is really unbecoming."
"Enough talk, defeat me first," Yue Yiming said with an unfriendly tone.
His hands, resembling sharp claws, were surrounded by whirling blue-green Spiritual Energy.
With each attack, his hands could tear through the void, full of formidable power.
As Yue Yiming charged towards him, Wang Fenghe shook his head slightly.
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With a beckoning gesture of his right hand, he said softly, "Great Yong Cauldron."
There was a buzzing sound as an ancient, cyan-colored bronze cauldron descended before him.
This bronze cauldron carried the aura of antiquity, as though it had tumbled from the River of Time itself, ravaging space as it landed before Wang Fenghe.
The moment Yue Yiming’s claws grasped the bronze cauldron, a "thumping" noise erupted within it.
The cauldron emitted wave after wave of fluctuations, forcibly repelling Yue Yiming.
Yue Yiming steadied himself and, narrowing his eyes, he said coldly to Wang Fenghe, "I’ve heard your Dingwang Valley is the lineage holder of the cauldrons.
With the emergence of the nine cauldrons, the world can be settled. Today, let me have the honor of witnessing this."
"Brother Yiming, I’ve given way three times already. If you persist in this obstinate manner, don’t blame me for not being courteous," Wang Fenghe said with slightly narrowed eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction.
"Why pretend to be the good guy? Let’s just fight," Yue Yiming retorted with a cold laugh.
Immediately after, he rose into the air, spread his arms, and floated in mid-air.
A vast and boundless Forbidden Immortal Qi slowly rose behind him, enveloping half the space with his Immortal Qi.
The piercing Mad Wind blew gently, making his clothes flutter. His yellow robe undulated with the breeze.
At this moment, in the spacious inner courtyard below the Demon Vanquishing Tree, the thriving black branches and leaves were in stark contrast to the distant moon.
Under the tree, two elders played chess at their leisure.
One dressed in green, the other in yellow.
"These youngsters really don’t allow one to feel at ease," the elder in yellow sighed.
"No matter, let the young ones handle their own affairs," the elder in green said with a shake of his head and a smile.
"The sky won’t fall."
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Watching Yue Yiming go all out, as if preparing for a life-and-death struggle with him.
Wang Fenghe’s expression grew increasingly cold.
The Great Yong Cauldron stood before him when he huffed coldly.
"Great Yan Cauldron, come; Great Green Cauldron, come; Great Yu Cauldron, come."
With three successive roars, three more ancient bronze cauldrons, carrying an air of simplicity, descended and surrounded Wang Fenghe.
All four ancient cauldrons connected together, as if merging into one entity, floating and encircling in void, as the surrounding space began to twist and warp.
"Legend has it that the caul-dron techniques of Dingwang Valley are unparalleled in the world. It’s hard to believe that Wang Fenghe, at such a young age, has already refined four cauldrons."
"Yue Yiming is no simple character either. His Immortal Capturing Method is also tinged with a bit of fire-element power.
On top of that, the immortal techniques of Myriad Immortals Sect are renowned far and wide. It looks like there will be a fierce duel between the two."
The momentum of both men was so vast that the surrounding space began to tear apart. The onlookers quickly retreated some distance as they witnessed the scene.
When Yue Yiming’s fists, surging with Immortal Qi, crashed into the quadruped ancient cauldrons, a sharp sound echoed from within,
almost as if to rupture people’s eardrums.
A rumble of explosions sounded, and endless space around them began to collapse.
"No way, they’re really playing with their lives," someone exclaimed in shock.
What was thought to be just a spar turned out to be so serious.
"Forbidden Immortal Fist."
"Four Cauldrons Suppressing the Heavenly Dome."
The attacks of the two were nearly simultaneous, causing waves of turbulence to ripple around them.
"Truly™ noisy. Can’t even get a good night’s sleep in peace," mumbled Xu Zimei as she opened her eyes slightly, irritated.
With merely a cold snort from her, a "boom" sounded, and the four ancient cauldrons before Wang Fenghe all shattered.
