Mortal: Fight monsters and upgrade, I will enjoy immortality!

“Yes, that’s the title given to the Holy Son after his cultivation reaches the Saint level. He is an existence with a transcendent status in the clan.” Jin Yue explained.

Unexpectedly, Ye Ming shook his head and said slowly: "After all, Ye is of human origin. Fellow Daoist Jin trusts me and lets me join the nobles, but that doesn't mean that other Tianpeng people trust me. It's not right to join you. Besides, I'm usually not here with you, so it won't be of much use even if I join."

"I can make the decision and give you a generous reward." Jin Yue still wanted to fight for it.

But Ye Ming still shook his head.

After being invited several more times, Ye Ming still showed no intention of agreeing.

Finally, Jin Yue had to settle for the next best thing. "How about this? We just borrow your name and announce to the public that you have joined our clan. In fact, you don't need to join or do anything for us. You just need to show up in front of the other branches, and we will handle the rest. In this way, I will also give you a certain amount of compensation and take you into the abyss. How about that?"

These conditions are really quite accommodative. Ye Ming tapped the table with his fingers, thought for a moment, and finally agreed.

"Okay, I'll bother you, Ye."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist!" Jin Yue was overjoyed. With the existence of a Saint King in the late stage of fusion, even if this person did nothing, their Tianpeng clan would not be at risk of being forcibly annexed for a long time! Unless this Saint King died, but with Ye Ming in the middle stage of Lianxu, he had the strength to fight against the fusion, is this possible?
In the following conversation, Jin Yue became even more enthusiastic, and immediately took out a large number of top-grade spirit stones and some rare materials to give to Ye Ming, and paid the reward in advance, as if he was afraid that Ye Ming would go back on his word.

After saying a few polite words, Ye Ming put the things away.

Afterwards, Ye Ming temporarily stayed in the Tianpeng tribe. Jin Yue began to spread the news that a saint son who had not returned to the Tianpeng tribe for many years had finally advanced to the Saint King.

The news quickly spread among the various Feiling branches, especially those that had ideas about the Tianpeng clan, and they were the first to come and verify it.

In just three or five days, Ye Ming received seven or eight groups of Flying Spirit cultivators, most of whom were in the fusion stage.

Races like the Chirong and Huangfeng who wanted to annex the Tianpeng tribe had more than one merged member coming, and they came in large numbers.

On this day, in a tall square building in the center of Tianpeng Holy City, five aliens in the middle and late stages of fusion were provoking Ye Ming with unfriendly expressions.

"We of the Feiling clan have always respected the strong. A Saint King like Fellow Daoist Ye who has become one quickly must be a fake. I wonder how much strength you have. How about you show it to us?" A middle-aged man with thick hair on his face and a short tail behind him said in a sarcastic tone.

"Hehe, in my opinion, this Fellow Daoist Ye is not a member of your Feiling tribe at all. He might have been possessed by another alien race during his disappearance. Now he has infiltrated the Feiling tribe. He must have some ulterior motives!" Another white-haired old woman said grimly, holding a cane.

"Friend Bai, please don't say such things. Brother Ye is a pure member of my Tianpeng clan. No one can match the blood of a true saint in his body. If you continue to slander me like this, don't blame me for being rude!" Jin Yue, who was sitting next to Ye Ming, stared at the white-haired old woman with a murderous look on his face.

The other old man with many red spots on his skin was not afraid of Jin Yue's threat and continued, "Humph, you say it is? Do you have any evidence? Fellow Daoist Ye, it is better for you to stay out of the internal affairs of our Feiling tribe, so as to avoid a catastrophe! If you are sensible, please leave the Tianpeng tribe as soon as possible, otherwise..."

In this way, these people kept provoking Ye Ming with one word after another.

Jin Yue, on the other hand, tried her best to defend Ye Ming, either by explaining or threatening.

Ye Ming himself, on the other hand, watched the performance of these people with an expressionless face. In his opinion, all the things the other party said were useless, and in the end, he still had to use strength to solve the problem.

In the world of cultivating immortals, if you have strength, you have the right to interpret everything.

Sure enough, after a quarrel, the calmest old man among the group spoke:

"Haha, whether Fellow Daoist Ye is a member of the Tianpeng tribe or not is not the question for now. I am very impressed by the noble's Kunpeng transformation ability. I wonder if Fellow Daoist can teach me a thing or two?"

This old man was the chief elder of the Chirong tribe. He had a head full of curly red hair, a wide mouth and a big nose. When he spoke, his yellow teeth were exposed, making him look extremely ugly and disgusting.

"This is the purpose of your coming here! Why don't you just say it clearly earlier? You have to go through so many twists and turns, and in the end you still have to use fists to speak. Since you, an ugly old ghost, want to see it so much, I will reluctantly teach you a lesson, so that you won't always be thinking about our clan." Ye Ming changed his humble style and said in an arrogant tone.

"Arrogant!" A murderous look flashed in the ugly old man's eyes, and he stared at Ye Ming gloomily.

"No point in talking any more, let's go to the sacrificial square directly." Ye Ming sneered, and then he left the house and flew to the square not far away. "Hmph, let's see how long you can keep your mouth shut." The ugly old man's bloodthirsty eyes flashed, and he also flew out.

The remaining few people who came to cause trouble curled their lips, their plan succeeded.

Jin Yue even wanted to laugh in her heart. These people came to cause trouble for Ye Ming. They must be tired of living.

Soon, everyone arrived at the sky above the huge square where Ye Ming’s incarnation had received Kunpeng’s true blood.

Ye Ming and the ugly old man stood on two sides, two or three hundred feet apart.

Although no action has been taken yet, the momentum confrontation between the two sides is becoming increasingly intense.

More and more people from the surrounding areas rushed over after hearing the news, and many of them recognized Ye Ming as the Holy Son who had participated in the Diyuan Trial.

"It's Saint Son Ye Ming. Wasn't he lost in the abyss? How did he enter the Saint level and become a Saint King?" A Tianpeng man in the Void Refinement Stage looked at Ye Ming with a look of surprise on his face.

"It's really him, this is incredible..."

Ye Ming ignored the discussions around him and looked at the ugly old man opposite him calmly.

In this competition, both sides want to expand their influence.

The Great Elder of the Chirong Clan wanted to defeat Ye Ming, the newly emerged Saint King of the Tianpeng Clan, in public, continue to suppress the Tianpeng Clan, and pave the way for some future actions.

The other people who came with him also had the same idea. The Tianpeng tribe had already been overwhelmed by their several branches, and they were unable to focus on one thing while neglecting another. If the situation continued to develop like this, it would not take many years for the Tianpeng tribe to be divided up. But now a Saint King suddenly appeared, and this dream suddenly became out of reach.

Because there is a rule in the Feiling tribe that any tribe with a powerful bloodline Saint King in charge cannot be annexed by other branches. So they must find a way to get rid of this Saint King.

The reason why Ye Ming was not in a hurry to take action was also to let more people see his performance of crushing the Chirong tribe and solve this trouble once and for all, so that they would never dare to invade again.

The ugly old man looked up at the sun in the sky, then glanced at the increasing number of people gathering around him. Many of these people were spies from other races or people from other branches living here.

Then he said to Ye Ming grimly: "Okay, the time is almost up, fellow Taoist, prepare to die."

As he spoke, his face turned cold, and after he clasped his hands together, his whole body glowed red. With a "puff", a strong and extremely hot flame burst out from the spot and submerged his body. The flame was still rapidly expanding to the surroundings.

"Fire-attributed magical power!" Ye Ming looked at the flame opposite with a strange expression, then opened his mouth slightly.

A clear bird cry was heard, and a silver firebird as big as a fist flew out. After chirping a few times, it circled and danced above Ye Ming's head.

This bird seems to be made up of silver flames all over its body, but it gives people a solid feeling, as if it is a real spirit beast, extremely magical.

At this moment, the flames on the opposite side rolled and then moved to the middle, revealing a strange flying bird that was a hundred feet in size.

This bird looks a bit like an enlarged version of a vulture, but its feathers are extremely fiery red, and it has two pairs of almost transparent wings on its back. When it flaps gently, bursts of flames that almost burn through the void keep emerging from it.

"Chi Rong has transformed. Fellow Daoist Huo has used such a deadly move right from the start. It seems that he is not going to give that kid even a chance." The hairy elder of the Huangfeng tribe laughed gloatingly.

"That's right! A lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. Besides, that kid is so arrogant, he must have something to rely on. Fellow Daoist Huo plans to suppress him with thunder and lightning, which is a wise move." The white-haired old woman said as a matter of course.

(End of this chapter)