The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 507: Rising Stars
"Young Master, Qian Yuan, a core disciple of the Flying Snow Pavilion... Zhong Wuyi, a junior steward of the Blunt Weapon Pavilion... and Cheng Ye, Ke Wei, and Ye Hui, core disciples of the Jade Purity Pavilion... have come to learn from you!"

Feng Ling leaped onto the wide, floating stone platform, only to be surrounded by a throng of eager disciples.

These disciples were all quite powerful, generally at the peak of the Legendary realm, with a few occasionally showing signs of reaching the half-step Epic realm.

Feng Ling couldn't help but sigh that the current Jade Purity Holy Sect was far more powerful than the Jade Purity Sect of the past, just in terms of the scale and cultivation of its disciples.

It's hard to imagine how much blood and fire the original three sects endured during their battles against the army of evil spirit masters.

"Cheng Ye, Ke Wei, Ye Hui, you three are all from Yuqing Pavilion. Are you sure you also want to fight me?"

Looking at the crowd that was cautiously closing in as if facing a formidable enemy, there were only a few familiar faces. A faint smile appeared on Feng Ling's lips.

"Heh, this fool doesn't know what's good for him, he actually dares to accept the challenge? I have to admire his courage! Does he really think that just because he has a relationship with the young sect leader and has obtained the empty title of young pavilion master, he will make the fellow disciples below hesitate when they attack? How laughable! Next, I'd like to see how you, the young pavilion master, will lose face in the sect!"

On the sixth high platform, Luo Shan's eyes were full of mockery when he saw this, but he noticed that Cheng Ye and the other two hesitated because of Feng Ling's words, so Luo Shan couldn't help but frown.

Immediately, Luo Shan's lips curled into a smile as he walked to the edge of the sixth platform, looking down at the crowd, and fanning the flames:

"Fellow disciples, please hear me out: your strengths are all roughly equal, and in this great melee, you all have a chance to compete for a spot in the competition. However, I cannot fathom the true strength of this Feng Ling! I imagine that in a one-on-one fight, you are no match for him. Moreover, it is rumored that the young sect leader nearly perished back then, largely due to him. Brother Cheng Ye and his two companions witnessed this firsthand and can attest to it! Therefore, I suggest that you join forces to eliminate him first!"

"Splash, splash!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples were filled with righteous indignation, and their gazes towards Feng Ling were now incredibly complex, filled with jealousy, resentment, and contempt...

"Senior Brother Feng Ling once overshadowed the elders and peers of the sect, leaving us only able to look up to him. Several years have passed since we last met. I wonder if Senior Brother is still as dazzling as he was back then..."

First, they faced Feng Ling's questioning, then Luo Shan's slander, and finally, seeing more and more disciples gathering around them, Cheng Ye, Ke Wei, and Ye Hui's eyes finally stopped flickering. They gritted their teeth and said, "Senior brother, we apologize!"

Hundreds of legendary peak auras intertwined and spread, and the dark figures surged and pressed in like a torrent, instantly engulfing the figure of the man in the center.

"Tsk tsk, such a terrifying scene, let alone Feng Ling, even Brother Xiaotian, who has successfully advanced to the Saint Realm, would probably be overwhelmed in dealing with it!"

Luo Shan watched this scene with a gloating expression. He knew all too well the terrifying prestige of the young sect leader, who was admired and deified by the disciples as the 'Immortal in the Painting'.

Conversely, Feng Ling, who was like a stain on the family, actually stood side by side with the young master, which was undoubtedly a desecration and naturally aroused strong hostility in the hearts of the disciples.

The reason why this hostility did not erupt when Feng Ling first appeared was twofold: firstly, because he was traveling with the young master, and secondly, because there was no direct trigger to ignite the hostility.

But at this moment, Luo Shan's remarks specifically targeting Feng Ling undoubtedly became the fuse!

"Hmph, you've incurred the wrath of the masses, so enjoy the beatings from your fellow disciples and become a cripple! To be honest, you and I have no grudge against each other, but you offended the wrong person! So don't blame me!"

Luo Shan looked down at the center of the floating stone platform, where smoke and dust billowed from the bombing, streaks of magical light raged and roared, and earth-shattering explosions rose and fell.

The horrific scene was enough to make even a half-step epic warrior like him shudder and feel a chill run down his spine. He couldn't believe that the enemy could withstand such a fierce attack from the crowd.

In the stands, the elders frowned deeply.

Regardless of Feng Ling's strength or whether he is well-liked by the disciples in the sect, he still holds the title of Young Pavilion Master. Is it really appropriate to treat him like this?

"These disciples are simply being reckless! If anything happens to the young master, who among them can take responsibility?"

Immediately, an elder wanted to enter and stop it, but saw that the young master and others in the center of the chief hall had normal expressions, and the Pavilion Master Gu Jie also shook his head at him with a playful look.

"Eh."

Seeing this, the elder had no choice but to give up in despair, slumping back down to his seat and turning his gaze once more to the center of the blurry, floating stone platform, his eyes filled with worry. "Roar!"

Suddenly, a loud dragon roar shook everyone present, and a large amount of glass-like debris flew everywhere, cutting the pale faces of the people present.

Immediately afterward, under the astonished and incredulous gazes of the disciples and elders, a figure in black robes strolled leisurely out from where the numerous magical treasures had exploded.

Behind the figure in black robes, arcs of lightning swirled and surged. A colossal, purplish-black lightning dragon, exuding a fierce and imposing aura, raised its bronze eyes, surveying all directions. Two streaks of white light, like rainbows, naturally spewed from its nostrils, creating a visually stunning spectacle.

"How is this possible? He's completely unharmed!"

The disciples were shocked and wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths. They all lowered their eyes in silence and stared at the stone platform.

The ground was covered with shattered fragments of magical artifacts!

All of this was caused by a roar from the purplish-black lightning dragon!
With a roar, hundreds of magical treasures were destroyed!

"Hiss! How could this be? We fought side by side until our magic weapon exploded, yet we didn't even leave a scratch on the floating stone platform!"

Those with keen observation skills suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Logically, the energy storm generated by the simultaneous explosion of hundreds of magical artifacts should have been enough to destroy the entire floating stone platform, but in reality, it did not cause any damage to the surrounding environment.

"Saint, Saint Realm! Such exquisite control can only be achieved by those who have entered the Saint Realm..."

Upon hearing this, the disciples were filled with dread. Their already pale faces turned even paler, and their entire bodies trembled with fear.

"Young Master, your talent is outstanding and your might is unparalleled! We... have lost. We accept your punishment for our previous disrespectful behavior!"

Finally, some disciples couldn't help but prostrate themselves on the ground. Immediately, with a rustling sound, hundreds of figures submitted willingly, no longer daring to show disrespect to the figure in black robes.

"The aura of this thunder dragon is terrifying. Even a fleeting glimpse of it made this elder feel as if his soul was trembling!"

In the stands, the elders were astonished. Only now did they understand why the young master and the pavilion master Gu Jie were not worried about the safety of the man in black.

"Tsk tsk, truly a formidable young man! Judging from the skills this young master has displayed, I'm afraid even I might not be his match in a real fight!"

An elder at the peak of the Mortal Saint realm stroked his beard with a smile, his cloudy old eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Feng Ling.

This old man was the same elder who had tried to stop the disciples earlier.

"Elder Qin, this kid's strength is far more than that! In fact, even I, the sect master, am not confident of defeating him!"

Gu Jie grinned, and seeing the elders looking at him in surprise, he said solemnly, "However, the Grand Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects is about to be held, and it is especially important to keep the intelligence confidential in the early stages. I hope that all elders will be careful with their words and actions and not let any information leak out!"

“Of course!” the elders nodded in agreement.

Every breakthrough is a rebirth...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages and saints offer you a pure land for your souls.

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