The Last Sentinel

After a short rest, the guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

The warmth inside the hall had not yet dissipated, and the cups still held the wisps of smoke from the celestial wine. A few ginkgo leaves, scattered on the ground and carried by the wind, lay scattered on the ground. The banquet had just come to an end.

For Ye Feng.

From a broader perspective, he has found a powerful ally, so he won't be fighting alone when he goes to war with the Heavenly Court in the future.

From a personal perspective, Ye Feng could set up his own separate branch, where anyone who entered would become a leader of the academy, and in the future, he could even arrange for his family members from his hometown, and even the dogs in the village could be fed by the government!

That's killing two birds with one stone!

Ye Feng lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, a hint of barely suppressed pleasure hidden in his eyes.

For Frost Ancestor.

From a strategic perspective, we have found the Heavenly Court's Achilles' heel and reached a powerful cooperation with Ye Feng, the actual ruler of the Achilles' heel. From now on, the Heavenly Court's pool of geniuses and heroes will belong to our Pangu Academy. From now on, it won't be the Heavenly Court using geniuses to wear us down, but us wearing you down!

Personally speaking, Ye Feng is a brand-new potential star. He is the Child of Entropy, which is at the forefront of this era and the mainstream direction of cultivation in the future. Ye Feng is going to establish his own branch and become the leader of his school in the future!

This means that a great ship of a new era is about to set sail!

Meanwhile, those ancient patriarchs and emperors on those dilapidated ships of the old era faced the prospect of their own great ships of cultivation sinking and their own demise.

At this point, Ye Feng entrusted the task of selling tickets for the new ship to him!

That would mean I would have the authority to appoint personnel to this ship!

Whoever I let get on the ship, they can get on the ship!

Whether you can board the ship depends on your relationship with me.

As for how to improve your relationship with me and how to successfully board the ship, that's your business!

Frost Ancestor narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembling. The thought of the rich resources of those old Dengs who were about to ascend to immortality made his heart ache as if a hundred claws were tearing at him.

Those old fogies are incredibly rich, and I'm going to take them down now...

Amidst the clinking of glasses and lingering melodies, the two men in the hall appeared to be chatting and laughing, but inwardly they were each calculating their own moves. They were both secretly pleased with their resounding victory in the negotiations, yet harbored a hidden unease, fearing that the other might suddenly renege on the agreement and break off the deal.

"Since we're on the topic, I won't linger any longer." Frost Ancestor patted his sleeves, the fabric shimmering with a faint silvery-white light, and said magnanimously, "To be honest, I quite admire that brat, the Primordial Sword Emperor! Although he took four hundred of my disciples, he didn't kill them all! At least my disciples are still alive; their physical bodies may be a little damaged, but their souls and lineages are intact! If there's an opportunity in the future, Comrade Ye, could you help arrange a meeting between me and the Primordial Sword Emperor? As the saying goes, 'No friendship without a fight!'"

His tone was nonchalant, but a faint glint of cold light flashed in his eyes, as if the injuries of the four hundred disciples were nothing more than a trivial old matter.

Ye Feng sat upright, a polite and gentle smile playing on his lips. He cupped his hands and said courteously, "Frost Ancestor truly lives up to his reputation as an enlightened senior. He is able to take things in stride and let them go. On behalf of Hongmeng Sword Emperor, I thank Frost Ancestor. I will definitely have Hongmeng apologize to you in the future! Even if we consider seniority, you are still the master and father-in-law of his more than four hundred wives!"

"Hahaha, then we're all one family!" Shuangzu laughed loudly, his beard and hair swaying slightly with his laughter.

"Absolutely, we're all one family!"

"Alright, Comrade Ye, please wait a moment. I'll take my leave now."

"Fellow Daoist Shuangxing, take care, and keep in touch!"

Frost Ancestor paced around, his body radiating a dazzling silver light that transformed into countless fragments of ginkgo leaves, swirling and dancing before vanishing in an instant.

The spiritual light inside the hall slowly dissipated. Ye Feng and Old Wright stared in the direction where the illusory figure had disappeared. After a moment of silence, they looked at each other, a tacit understanding flashing in their eyes, and smiled slightly in unison.

Outside the palace gates, Godot and his two companions had been waiting in the corridor. Seeing the spiritual light fade, they tiptoed curiously to the entrance. Godot rubbed his hands together and peered inside: "Visa Officer, has that senior already left?"

Wright gestured with his chin toward the door, his voice steady: "Come in, all of you! I have something to announce to you."

Godot and his two companions quickly straightened their clothes and strode into the main hall. The moment they stepped through the door, they abruptly stopped, their pupils dilating in shock as they stared in disbelief.

Ye Feng sat high on the throne, his robes flowing, exuding an air of authority; while the high-ranking and powerful visa officer, Wright, stood with his hands at his sides, as if he were an attendant.

That's not right!

Something's not right!

Visa officer Wright cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the three bewildered individuals, and solemnly announced, "I have an announcement to make. From today onwards, Ye Feng is the faction leader of the new branch of Pangu Academy. Lord Ye is destined to lead a cultivation school to glory!"

Upon hearing this, the three people present were completely bewildered, their minds buzzing.

What does "Lord Ye Feng" mean?

What is a new Squad Leader?

What does it mean to lead a school of thought to its peak?

Fortunately, all three were seasoned veterans, and their initial shock was fleeting. They quickly suppressed their inner turmoil, composed themselves, and put on perfectly timed smiles.

Godot stepped forward, his eyes gleaming, and exclaimed excitedly, "How about that? I told you long ago, going all in is a sign of wisdom! As long as I dare to go all in, the goddess of fortune will surely favor me, and will surely bless Ye Feng! No, how could that bitch of fortune be worthy of blessing Ye Feng? It's Ye Feng who will bless the goddess of fortune!"

The gentlemanly uncle raised a hand to smooth the wrinkles in his clothes, his demeanor elegant, and his smile profound: "To meet the leader of the new branch of the Daoist sect is a great honor in my life! Nephew, why don't you quickly pay your respects to the Dean!"

The necromancer's nephew quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Dean. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

Facing these three overly familiar people, Ye Feng remained indifferent, neither particularly liking nor disliking them.

From a profit perspective, it's definitely not feasible to establish a branch hospital entirely with people from one's own hometown.

Back home, everyone's a country bumpkin. Who's going to manage resources, who's going to handle diplomacy, and who's going to deal with internal affairs?

Now, black market dealers are clearly the top players in resource management!

This gentleman uncle is clearly a powerful figure who engages in aristocratic diplomacy!

As for this cheap nephew, he may not be strong enough, but he can be groomed as a reserve cadre and a trusted confidant!

Add to that the powerful Frost Ancestor and the worldly-wise strategist, visa officer Wright!

My makeshift branch is almost complete!

Ye Feng stood up, walked down the steps from the main seat, his footsteps landing with a slight thud, and said with a smile, "Since everyone has given me, Ye Feng, face, let's cooperate sincerely from now on and create a brilliant future together!"

"Excellent!" Wright's eyes gleamed with admiration as he smiled, "To witness the rise of a new leader is, for us, an immense honor to fight alongside the Emperor in the same era!"

The nephew patted his chest, his expression impassioned: "That's right! From now on, I will serve Lord Ye Feng with all my might, fighting to the death!"

The gentleman's eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment's thought, he turned to Godot: "Godot! What we discussed before might need to be changed!"

Godot's face tightened, his shoulders stiffened, and he was taken aback: "Old man, you want to back out? No way! No business is conducted like this! Who takes back a gift they received?"

"No—no!" The gentleman shook his head and chuckled, a resolute glint in his eyes. "You misunderstand. What I mean is, how can a custom-made planet represent my loyalty to Lord Ye Feng!"

"I think we could upgrade it!"

"Elevate the customized planet to a customized dimension!"

"I want to give Lord Ye a custom-made dimension as his base for future branch academies!"

Upon hearing this, Godot shuddered, his knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The nephew standing to the side was trembling all over, his legs were shaking, and he almost fainted.

Although Ye Feng did not understand the meaning of customized planets and customized planes, he understood from the black marketeer Godot and his nephew's inappropriate reactions that this gift must be very valuable and that this gentleman uncle's pledge of allegiance was quite significant!

A hint of surprise flashed across Ye Feng's eyes, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and calmly smiled, "Sir, you seem to be a very capable and shrewd person. How about this, you can temporarily take over the management rights to the plane you provided!"

The gentleman was overjoyed, bowed deeply, and said with deep gratitude, "Thank you for your high regard, sir!"

Old Wright whispered a reminder from the side, his expression serious: "It's the Dean! Pay attention to the title."

The gentleman immediately changed his tune, bowing even lower: "Thank you for your guidance, Dean! Old George will follow your lead from now on! The George family will be your loyal supporters! The direction you point will be the direction our family's blade will point!"

The nephew quickly straightened up and declared loudly, "Young George Breya is willing to follow the Dean and dedicate himself to the development of Entropy Academy, even unto death!"