The Last Sentinel

The Martial Saint, who shouldn't be the Heavenly Dao Lord, stepped forward, gazing at the dried-up seabed before him. "I shouldn't know you, fellow Daoist! Why have you mobilized such a large force, risking the destruction of my universe?"

Ye Feng said, "A woman."

A rare flicker of emotion appeared on Tiandao's usually stiff face. He looked at Ye Feng, seemingly incredulous, "Just a woman?"

Ye Feng looked at the Heavenly Dao, "Otherwise what? Do you think I'd be so bored as to want to kill you?"

Tiandao's face flushed, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked crisply. "But, all for a woman, you... you've turned my universe upside down, rendered my carefully nurtured agents helpless, and single-handedly annihilated the Heavenly Army I raised. Was it worth it?"

"Whether it's worth it or not is your business," Ye Feng said. "My only goal is to hand this woman over to me."

Ye Feng raised his hand and pointed, and a portrait of a youthful girl with a gentle smile appeared before him.

Tiandao gritted his teeth, finally losing his temper. "An ordinary woman killed by a vengeful ghost, an ant in our eyes, and you actually attacked her so fiercely! You could have just told me directly, what do I have to begrudge a mere ant! Is it worth it for you to fight so fiercely? An ant has caused me such severe losses, have you ever considered my feelings!"

Ye Feng scoffed, "What do I care about your feelings! I only have one thing to say: bring this woman back to life, and I'll leave!"

"Leave?" The Heavenly Dao pointed to the dried-up sea before it, and to the twisted and dissipating Martial Saint City behind it. "You've destroyed my world like this, and now you just want to pack up and leave?"

"Oh ho—" Ye Feng rubbed his hands together and said, "From what I've heard, fellow Daoist, you want to spar with me?"

Upon hearing this, Tiandao took a few steps back, waved his hand, and said, "No, I had no intention of sparring with you. I simply want an explanation!"

"I admit that I am not as good as you in the cultivation of the Heavenly Dao. After all, judging from your appearance, you are most likely a holy son who has attained the Heavenly Dao as a great figure as Fuxi or Pangu."

"In the eyes of a Heavenly Dao Saint like yourself, who is well-versed in the universe and proficient in the rules, I am nothing more than a wild rogue cultivator. Even if you kill me, no Heavenly Dao Holy Land will stand up for me."

"However, even if my status is inferior to yours, I am still a Heavenly Dao. According to the rules of the heavens, the Heavenly Dao is fair. Rogue cultivators and sect disciples have equal rights. You have damaged my interests, so you must compensate me."

"As for that ant you wanted, here you go!"

As he spoke, Tiandao waved his sleeve, and particles gathered in front of him, suddenly coalescing into the image of Gongsun Sheng's wife that Ye Feng had drawn.

The Heavenly Dao pointed its finger, and a Dao symbol descended, "I have granted her immortality! The ties of karma have been severed; from now on, she is yours. How about it! Are you satisfied now!"

Ye Feng nodded, quite satisfied.

How do we explain this Heavenly Way?

He may be timid, but he's incredibly stubborn; he's the type to kneel down and shout his opposition at the same time.

On one hand, they give you the person you want, and on the other hand, they say you're wrong and you should compensate me!

Ye Feng wasn't afraid of being tough or forceful; he was afraid of being soft, especially when the other side knelt down in protest and had some secrets that Ye Feng found interesting.

What is the Pangu Holy Land?

What is the Sacred Land of Fuxi?

Is the Pangu and Fuxi he mentioned the same as the Fuxi and Pangu from my hometown?

Ye Feng waved his sleeve and instantly took Gongsun Sheng's wife back to the Zhutian Club.

Turning back again, Ye Feng looked at the Heavenly Dao and asked, "What kind of compensation do you want?"

Upon hearing this, the old Daoist's face was full of smiles, with a hint of shyness. "To be honest, my friendship with you was somewhat of a misunderstanding. As a rogue cultivator from the Heavenly Dao, to be able to become friends with a fellow Daoist from the Holy Land, I, Lu Jiu, am truly very lucky! As for compensation, let's forget about it. I, Lu Jiu, only have one small request."

Ye Feng said, "Speak!"

Lu Jiu coughed. "To be honest, I have always admired the Three Sovereigns Holy Land and the Five Emperors Ancient Star. From the day I was born with spiritual wisdom, I wanted to become a disciple of the Three Sovereigns Holy Land and the Five Emperors Ancient Star, and become a true orthodox cultivator of the Heavenly Dao."

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

"The number of chosen ones released each year by the Three Sovereigns Holy Land and the Five Emperors Ancient Star is extremely limited, and the competition is so fierce that it's indescribable!"

"I have heard that there is a rule on the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Dao Star that a Heavenly Dao Holy Son of an ancient star holy land can recommend a rogue Heavenly Dao cultivator to enter the holy land for cultivation and become a side disciple. Although not a formal Holy Son, he is still extraordinary. If he makes great progress in his Dao realm in the future, or makes meritorious contributions in the process of attacking the extraterrestrial demons, he can be promoted to a formal Holy Son."

"Therefore, Lu Jiu would like to ask you, sir, to help him by introducing him to the Imperial Star Holy Land and making him a disciple of a side sect!"

"Please, fellow Daoist, do not refuse! Lu Jiu's pursuit of the Dao is boundless, and the universe bears witness to it. Please grant my request!"

At this point, Lu Jiu's attitude was so humble that he was practically kneeling down and begging Ye Feng to take him under his wing.

But this puts Ye Feng in a difficult position.

Dude, you've got it wrong. I'm not some holy son from the Fuxi and Pangu Holy Land at all. I'm the extraterrestrial demon that you're talking about being besieged by all the heavens and myriad worlds. I'm the fourth calamity from the Blue Demon Eye Planet of the Supreme Arena!

I'm writing you a letter of recommendation. Are you sure this letter will get you into the Holy Land for cultivation, instead of sending you straight to the execution platform?

However, Ye Feng was also very interested in the Holy Land Imperial Star that Lu Jiu had mentioned.

The carbon-based universe is currently under lockdown and knows very little about the situation outside. Now that a rogue cultivator named Lu Jiu is willing to be his vanguard and help him explore the development of the myriad worlds, this is absolutely beneficial to Ye Feng.

Lu Jiu really died, but Ye Feng didn't feel sorry for him.

If Lu Jiu gains something, he will definitely rely on me more in the future, and I will be able to continue to profit from him.

Since that's the case, Ye Feng pretended to hesitate and said, "Fellow Daoist Lu, to be honest, I came out this time secretly..."

"Oh—" Lu Jiu laughed, a knowing smile on his face. "If that's what you say, then it makes sense. I was wondering how someone of your status could be completely untraceable. So that's how you got here!"

Ye Feng sighed, "You have no idea how boring cultivation is in the Holy Land! I just thought I'd come out and have some fun!"

"Yes, yes!" Lu Jiu flattered, "A holy son as young as you, with such cultivation, should naturally travel the world and traverse all the heavens, so that he can unify theory and practice! But, fellow Daoist, in which holy land do you cultivate? And which of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors do you belong to?"

Ye Feng winked mysteriously, "It can't be said, it can't be said! My husband taught me that I must not reveal my identity in public."

As he spoke, Ye Feng casually pointed his finger toward the top of his head.

Lu Jiu was incredibly quick-witted and instantly understood that although he couldn't say it on the surface, he had actually already said it: the one above his head!

Which one is on top of your head?

Lu Jiu's eyes flickered. "Fellow Daoist, are you referring to the Heaven-Mending Sacred Ground, the Imperial Star of the Nuwa Lineage?"

Ye Feng didn't answer, but just maintained a mysterious and aloof demeanor. He was nothing special, and saying more would only expose his ignorance!

At this moment, Lu Jiu was already excited, his imagination running wild as he conjured up images of Ye Feng's status and power in the Nuwa Holy Land. "Fellow Daoist, your divine aura is so powerful, your Daoist energy soaring to the heavens. You tore my body to pieces in just a few moves, which shows how powerful the Nuwa Holy Land is and how ancient its lineage is. If I could be a disciple of such a holy land, I, Lu Jiu, would have no regrets in this life! I wonder if you could give me one or two tokens to facilitate my entry into the holy land..."

Giving you a token is just asking for trouble, isn't it?

If some old geezer were to use my possessions to plot against me based on karma, that would be disastrous!

However, it wouldn't make sense not to give him something.

Ye Feng recited a sentence, "No need for a token. You've already seen me. Once you arrive at the Holy Land, just describe my appearance to others, and you'll have no trouble passing through. No one will dare to make things difficult for you!"

Lu Jiu hesitated for a moment and asked, "May I ask how you should address me, fellow Daoist?"

Ye Feng laughed, "You are not worthy to know my full name yet. Forcing yourself to know will only bring you endless disaster. When the time is right, we will naturally become acquainted!"

Lu Jiu nodded, "Understood! Well then, take care on your journey, fellow Daoist! If you encounter any trouble in the future, I, Lu Jiu, will definitely not refuse to help if I can!"

"Alright!" Ye Feng cupped his hands in greeting. "Goodbye!"