The Legend of Futian - Chapter 147: Influence

The Ancient Barren World: a land of fate, the road to become a Noble Plane cultivator, the link to the Eastern Barren Territory. For countless years, the Ancient Barren World had no relations with the Hundred Lands. There weren't many here in the Hundred Lands that knew of the Ancient Barren World's Existence. Despite how much the Hundred Lands grew, the distance between it and the center of the Eastern Barren Territory was still enormous.

The Hundred Lands were the areas forgotten by the Eastern Barren Territory. But now, the Ancient Barren World was to be forever open to the Hundred Lands. This meant that from now on, the genius cultivators of the Hundred Lands had a chance to prove their worth in the Eastern Barren Territory. There probably wouldn't be any immediate effect, but through the hard work of generations of people, the Hundred Lands would surely flourish. This voice marked a revolutionary moment for the Hundred Lands.

Emperor Luo's excitement dissipated in the blink of eye, replacing it was a darkened expression. Why had he invited the emperors of other nations to the banquet? Why had other emperors come forth to congratulate him? It was all because his son, Luo Junlin, acquired the noble fate from the Ancient Barren World and was viewed highly by the Royal Xuan Temple. These accomplishments required not only strong talent but also a chance of luck. The other emperors probably wouldn't have been willing to pass the chance to enter the Ancient Barren World to the younger generation.

But now, the Ancient Barren World was going to be open to the Hundred Lands forever. This meant that all the powerful cultivators of Hundred Lands would flood to the Ancient Barren World. There was bound to be some of them who would acquire the noble fate and be deemed a valuable asset. All this meant that Luo Junlin no longer had an advantage over others. What's more, based on how gifted Ye Futian and Yu Sheng were, what on earth would happen once they reached the highest level of the Dharma Plane and stepped into the Ancient Barren World? It was all so unpredictable.

And so, to Emperor Luo, it was good news that he and the prodigies of his nation could enter the Ancient Barren World freely, but now he no longer had an advantage over the other nations. Now, others would have the same chances as Luo Junlin. However, this was such exciting news to the other seven emperors. One by one, they rose from their seats, their eyes sparkling.

Those who had already heard of the Ancient Barren World were all incredibly excited. Their chances for entering the Noble Plane had greatly increased. Also, it was going to be extremely interesting to be in the same world as genius cultivators from the Eastern Barren Territory. Their stage was no longer limited to a nation or to the Hundred Lands.

"We still have to notify other nations. Please excuse us," the figure continued without pause. Then, it morphed into rays of bright light and disappeared.

Emperor Ye's eyes swept over the ill-looking Emperor Luo and mounted the dragon. Rising into the skies, they headed far away.

"Goodbye, Emperor Luo."

"Since the Tingfeng Banquet has ended, we will also take our leave now." The emperors took turns saying their goodbyes to Emperor Luo. The Ancient Barren World would open forever in three months. They had to return to their own kingdoms to make preparations. Although there was still plenty of time, the emperors could not wait any longer. Very quickly, all seven emperors had left with their people.

Emperor Luo stood there with a dark expression on his face. The Tingfeng Banquet had ended and the crowd was still present, but all the banquet left behind was a mess. The "geniuses" picked out from the Tingfeng Banquet were all defeated in three rounds of battle. Someone was even murdered at the event.

The Tingfeng Banquet was the Nandou Nation's imperial event, but there was nothing to be proud of anymore. There were only reminders of their failure. It seemed that their proud nation fell in just the span of a day,

Emperor Luo did not speak. The vast space was filled with many people, but it was also filled with silence. The atmosphere was suffocating.

Minister Zuo took in everything calmly. Seeing the reminders of their failure today was like a sneak peek into the Nandou Nation's future.

"Minister Hua," Emperor Luo called out suddenly.

"I'm here," Minister Hua stood up to reply.

"Prepare for war with the Cangye Kingdom," ordered Emperor Luo.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Minister Hua bowed in acknowledgment of the order.

"The nine victors of the Tingfeng Banquet will enter the imperial palace for their rewards," Emperor Luo announced to the crowd. Although the "geniuses" completely embarrassed him today, he could not ignore his promise. An emperor must never go back on his words. He could not lose the support of his people. Now that the Ancient Barren World was about to open, Emperor Luo needed to strengthen his relationship with all types of powerful cultivators in the Nandou Nation. Perhaps there would be another person who would be able to a lucky break like Luo Junlin did. However, the chances were very slim.

"Since prodigies from all over Nandou Nation have gathered here in the imperial city, I will hold another event sometime in the following days. There, I will pick out the best of Dharma Plane cultivators," announced Emperor Luo. "And this event will be held once a year from now on. The time will be set for the beginning of the Tingfeng Banquet." It was obvious, Emperor Luo was already preparing for the opening of the Ancient Barren World. The Ancient Barren World was divided into an upper and lower world. Only those in the Dharma Plane and below could enter the lower Ancient Barren World.

"This year's Tingfeng Banquet is now officially over," said Emperor Luo. The countless figures below had lost their excitement long before. The final battle of the Tingfeng Banquet just a while ago had been so spectacular. However, three battles were all it took to completely ruin the Tingfeng Banquet.

In the first battle, the disciple of Donghai Academy's Yi Xiang from the Nandou Nation's Donghai City, Yu Sheng, imprinted the image of his large figure and his name into the brains of everyone in the audience with his roaring outburst.

In the second battle, the peerless Ye Wuchen defeated Yan Qi and held a sword at Xi Lou.

In the third battle, Ye Futian defeated realizations of Dharma with a single swing of his rod and killed Zong Yan on the battle platform.

It was almost as if the Tingfeng Banquet was held for the Cangye Kingdom.

The ironic part was that now everyone knew that Ye Futian and Yu Sheng were from the Nandou Nation. They had once studied in the Donghai Academy's School of the Finance Star. Emperor Luo's imperial order drove them away from their homes and into the Cangye Kingdom. It was there that they received high praise from the Cangye Kingdom's emperor. This was the reason why the Tingfeng Banquet ended the way it did. Everything thought, Would Ye Futian and Yu Sheng have been the ones standing victoriously on the Tingfeng Banquet's battle platforms had they not left the Nandou Nation? But there were no "what ifs".

What the people didn't know was that right before the imperial order arrived in Donghai City, Ye Futian had just begun to prepare to set off for the imperial city to attend the Tingfeng Banquet.

Among the crowd, those from Donghai City felt the most unsettled. They were the people from Donghai Academy and members of the Nandou Clan. Presently seated with the others from Donghai Academy, Yun Tianhao had lost his prideful expression. He looked so dispirited. The devil-like figure that descended from the skies had scarred him, probably for life. He had thought that his gifts were unbeatable and that there was no one else like him present at the Tingfeng Banquet. Yun Tianhao thought he had what it took to challenge Ye Futian. But that single ruthless stomp from Yu Sheng took away his honor and his pride. After that, seeing Ye Futian defeat the Dharma Plane cultivators made Yun Tianhao understand that Ye Futian would never bother to fight him.

The crowd began to disperse. After a little while, the area around Tingfeng Banquet's nine battle platforms were completely empty. The area looked extra bleak. People who had traveled for afar began their journey back home, but there were also many high-leveled Dharma Plane cultivators who stayed in the imperial city. They were prepared to attend this other event Emperor Luo spoke of. However, there was no way this event would be as extravagant as the Tingfeng Banquet.

As everyone traveled in all different directions, the happenings of the Tingfeng Banquet spread quickly through the nation. The names of Ye Futian and Yu Sheng traveled quickly to places all over the Nandou Nation. Not only because of their eye-catching appearances but also because of their history in the Nandou Nation. The news spread most wildly in Donghai City because that was where Ye Futian and Yu Sheng had started. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

The imperial order given out in the last two days of Divine Prefecture Calendar Year 10000, and the battle the Nandou Clan's palace were still fresh in many people's minds. It was something brought up as small talk after a meal. In just a little over a month, Ye Futian had returned stronger than ever before and ruined the Tingfeng Banquet. Plus, Yu Sheng's outburst, how could this not cause an uproar?

At the moment, many people were discussing the events of the Tingfeng Banquet in one of Donghai City's many restaurants.

"I heard that everything was started by the Crown Prince. Back in Donghai Academy some time ago, he had asked Ye Futian to work under him but was rejected. That was the starting point of everything that followed."

"His Highness was accepted into the Royal Xuan Palace and Ye Futian displayed such extraordinary gifts. They were both shining stars. The Nandou Nation has no space for the both of them. Perhaps they were destined to be rivals."

"Both of them? Aren't you forgetting about Yu Sheng? My teacher witnessed the battle at the Tingfeng Banquet with his own two eyes. He told me that when Yu Sheng stepped up for battle, he was invincible like the devil."

"Is he really that fierce?"

"Of course! Do you guys know of Yun Tianhao? He's the star pupil of Donghai Academy and was deemed the future of the academy. His performance at the Tingfeng Banquet was simply breathtaking. He was unbeatable. Then, he challenged Ye Futian but Yu Sheng stepped up for the battle instead. Yu Sheng descended like a deity from the heavens and had Yun Tianhao under his feet. After being forced to his knees, Yu Sheng picked him up by the neck and tossed him to the side. Yu Sheng didn't even spare him a glance."

"After that, Yu Sheng defeated the star of the Nine-star Glory Plane cultivators with a single punch. Then after that, he released a pair of devil-like wings and fought against a realization of Dharma. He tore apart a dragon with his bare hands and had the audience shaking in their seats after his roaring outburst. Some of them were shaking in excitement. You guys should know what he screamed out, right?"

Everyone grew serious and someone repeated Yu Sheng's words in a deep voice.

"My name is Yu Sheng. Yu Sheng, the disciple of Yi Xiang, headmaster of Donghai Academy's School of the Finance Star located in Donghai City of the Nandou Nation!"

"How domineering! It's just as exciting listening to it now. Headmaster Yi Xiang of the School of the Finance Star should be very happy to have a disciple like him." Everyone in the restaurant agreed.

"That's right! It's said that Yi Xiang left Donghai Academy. I really want to meet him."

"I saw Yi Xiang once at Donghai Academy's Assembly of Seven Schools. It was that very day that he left the academy with Ye Futian and Yu Sheng. He truly was a character," said a young man.

In this moment, seated quietly in a corner of the restaurant, was a figure wearing a wide-brimmed bamboo hat. Hearing what everyone had to say, he eyes watered but a smile spread across his face. "I've been alive for so many years and I'm only now feeling sentimental," said the figure. He removed his hat and continued, "My disciple would have never thought of something like this, this should be one of your many rotten ideas. Isn't that right, you little punk?"

Many people turned to look at the man who was talking to himself. There was a twinkle in the eyes of a young man who had previously spoken. "Senior Yi Xiang?"

Yi Xiang lifted his head to look at him. He smiled freely and replied, "Yes, it's me."

The entire restaurant was thrown into a wild frenzy. Many people stared at him in shock. So, he was Yi Xiang? There were also many people who were feeling very conflicted. He was a wanted man in the Nandou Nation.

"Senior, for you to reveal yourself here, I'm afraid…" the young man tried to warn him.

Hearing his words, Yi Xiang laughed out loud. He then turned around to leave the restaurant. Wanted? How many people in Donghai City could hold him down?

"Where are you going, Senior?" the young man asked.

"To the Cangye Kingdom, to find my disciple," Yi Xiang answered loudly as he walked away with his head held high.

The Legend of Futian - Chapter 146: Emperor Ye’s Attitude

With a slight sound, Zong Yan's body fell down on the platform, not moving anymore. The boundless void was so quiet. Yu Sheng defeated Su Mu of Second-level Dharma Plane with wild attacks while Ye Futian killed Zong Yan directly with his staff. Even the talents of the Dharma Plane from the Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom couldn't resist his staff. It was unprecedented that a man of the Glory Plane could be so strong.

The people of Donghai Academy and the Nandou clan felt complicated about Ye Futian's change. He was even strong enough to defeat people of the First-level Dharma Plane. Once he upgraded to the Dharma Plane, he would be able to defeat people of the Third-level Dharma Plane very easily. But at this moment, Ye Futian didn't feel the pleasure of victory. He looked at the blood on his chest with cold eyes and then gazed at Emperor Luo in the stands.

Ye Futian watched the final battle too. He witnessed the battle between Su Mu and Zong Yan. Zong Yan didn't play such a trick before. He seemed to save this just to fight with Ye Futian as the fatal attack. And before, the emperor had egged him on to fight. The talents of the Tingfeng Banquet had been defeated so with Emperor Luo's status, it should have been unnecessary to do.

All this seemed premeditated.

But he couldn't accuse Emperor Luo. Everything happened within the rules. No one could be blamed even if he was killed on the platform. It was he who promised to fight and no one forced him. The man who fought with him was of the First-level Dharma Plane. Nothing was beyond the rule. If he died, even Emperor Ye would be unable to say anything.

If Ye Futian could figure out this conspiracy, so could Emperor Ye. Emperor Ye looked at Emperor Luo coldly but didn't say anything. The battle was fair enough. What could he say?

"I learned a lot, thank you." Ye Futian said to people on the stands. Hearing this, people of the Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom looked troubled.

The Cangye Kingdom had won all three rounds. Yu Sheng had defeated many talents. The Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom dared not to fight anymore. Ye Wuchen defeated Yan Qi and Xi Lou very easily. Ye Futian defeated three talents in the Dharma Plane just with his staff. The last cultivator was directly killed on the spot. No one could blame Ye Futian. Everyone knew that it was Zong Yan who wanted to kill Ye Futian at first. That was why Ye Futian had to kill him. Even Emperor Luo couldn't accuse him of anything.

"The battles of the four kingdoms are over now," Emperor Ye said coldly and turned to Ye Futian. "Come back."

"Wait," Emperor Luo spoke at this moment. Many people then descended onto the platform, surrounding Ye Futian. These people were the best of the imperial guards. Seeing this, many people were shocked. Yu Sheng was even furious.

"What's the intention, Your Majesty?" Emperor Ye looked at Emperor Luo with extremely cold eyes.

"Don't you know that Ye Futian betrayed my Nandou Nation?" Emperor said slowly, "He rebelled and killed my subordinate. The head of the East Sea Prefecture, Xia Feng, died because of him. Now he dares return to the Nandou Nation. Thus, he shall die. I hope you will understand."

"Let me repeat that Ye Futian is my citizen now. He is also my foster daughter's lover, the future bridegroom of the Cangye Kingdom's princess," Emperor Ye said coldly, staring at Emperor Luo.

The two men locked their eyes on each other, commanding a powerful presence. Seeing this, the six other emperors felt complicated. It seemed that Emperor Luo really wanted Ye Futian to die. But clearly, Emperor Luo couldn't easily do so because Ye Futian was brought here by Emperor Ye.

"What if I insist on killing him?" Emperor Luo pointed at Ye Futian. Suddenly, all the imperial bodyguards rushed to Ye Futian, putting him in great danger.

Ye Futian stood still and remained silent. He knew that Emperor Luo could kill him easily but didn't dare do so.

"Are you testing my resolution?" Emperor Ye sneered and then a great sword intent rolled over. Clouds gathered above the sky. Sharp swords whistled and gathered wildly, enveloping Emperor Luo and the noble families of the Nandou Nation.

At the same time, endless sword intent roared past, going straight to the imperial palace. Many people looked up to the sky, seeing the streaks going straight to the palace without returning. The sword intent could be sensed even far away.

"Let me tell you, I brought him here and I will certainly bring him back. I can't stop you if you really want to kill him but it won't be difficult for me to turn your imperial palace into a bloodbath!" Emperor Ye didn't look at Ye Futian. Both of them knew that Emperor Luo could kill Ye Futian at any time but he didn't dare to.

The reason he didn't dare to was Emperor Ye. No one could imagine what crazy actions he would make if Ye Futian was killed. Once the emperor was enraged, it was not an exaggeration that the whole city would be bathed by blood.

Countless eyes fell on them. The relations between the two emperors were strained because of Ye Futian. The other emperors watched the two emperors' confrontation quietly. The relations between nations could be very subtle. Any dispute needed to be controlled within the rules that everyone was acquiescent to. For instance, if any one of the two died on the platform, there could be no complaints since the two had had a promised.

Even if Emperor Luo really wanted to kill Ye Futian, he couldn't kill him in public. Since Emperor Ye had claimed that Ye Futian was his man, Emperor Luo couldn't kill Ye Futian at this time or he would disobey the rules. Disobedience was intolerable. If Emperor Luo killed Ye Futian now, who could guarantee that he wouldn't kill the prince or princess of the Cangye Kingdom? Once one side broke the rules, the other side would not let it go and the consequences could be disastrous.

Even though Emperor Luo wanted Ye Futian to die, no one believed that he would kill him before test Emperor Ye's attitude. At this moment, he just wanted to figure out how strong Emperor Ye's resolution was to protect Ye Futian. Once Emperor Ye showed the slightest concession and Emperor Luo felt it, Ye Futian would be killed on the spot. Clearly, Emperor Luo was disappointed.

In the sky, all the sword intents heading to the imperial place signified Emperor Ye's attitude.

"What do Emperor Chu and Emperor Yan think?" Emperor Luo suddenly turned to the other two emperors and asked.

The two emperors looked at each other, silently cursing Emperor Luo for dragging them into this.

"When disobeying the emperor's will, Ye Futian still belonged to the Nandou Nation. I think there should be an explanation." said the emperor of Yunchu Nation.

"Emperor Ye overacted a little bit," said Emperor Yan.

The two emperors were all on Emperor Luo's side. However, Emperor Ye didn't care. As neighboring countries, wouldn't they be threatened by the Nandou Nation's rise? They were just pretending to be friendly but didn't truly support Nandou Nation.

"You have heard what the two emperors just said. Now I promise, as emperor, that as long as you leave him here, the Nandou Nation will forgive all offenses and leave Cangye alone. Emperor Luo gazed at Emperor Ye and suggested.

Emperor Ye knew the promising future Luo Junlin would have after he entered the Royal Xuan Temple.

The other emperors hesitated. Will Emperor Ye take this into consideration?

Though Ye Futian was very gifted, he was only a hero who had not grown up yet while Luo Junlin's future was promising.

Giving up Ye Futian meant when the Nandou Nation rose, the Cangye Kingdom would have no worries. Protecting Ye Futian meant the Cangye Kingdom could be in great danger once there were two kings in the Nandou Nation.

"If I can't even protect a man, how can I protect the whole kingdom?" asked Emperor Ye. "Emperor Luo, you don't need to waste your energy on this. I must take him away."

Emperor Ye was determined that he must take Ye Futian away. It was silent and awkward. If Emperor Ye didn't concede then Emperor Luo couldn't kill Ye Futian.

"Do you have to do this, just for him? Despite whatever the consequences will be?" Emperor Luo asked coldly.

"I was invited here but didn't expect that this banquet would be so tragic. Since it is so, we shall go now." Emperor Ye looked at Ye Futian and said, "Come over here."

Ye Futian nodded and walked toward Emperor Ye. The strong cultivators remained around Ye Futian. They looked at Emperor Luo, waiting for his order. Once Emperor Luo gave the order, they would kill him. But in the end, the emperor's order didn't come.

Ye Futian returned to Emperor Ye. A dragon roared in the distance and descended from the sky.

"From now on, I will start a war against the Cangye Kingdom until it is totally destroyed," Emperor Luo said coldly.

"I'll play this game with you," Emperor Ye responded indifferently and said to his men, "Let's go!" As soon as he spoke, the people of Cangye all climbed onto the dragon. Emperor Ye was the last to embark. With a growl, the dragon soared into the air. The sword intents between the heaven and land disappeared. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

Emperor Luo looked up to the sky, gazing at those people coldly. Ye Futian was staring at him too without any evasion.

The dragon flew into the distance, ready to leave. Yu Sheng was also on the back of the dragon, gazing at Emperor Luo's group with great murderous intent. Countless eyes gazed at the dragon as well as the figures on its back. Everything that happened in the Tingfeng Banquet was like a dream.

This banquet of the Nandou Nation seemed to be held for Ye Futian's group. This 17-year-old youth became the reason of the two emperors' conflict.

At this moment, countless beams of dazzling light shot over from the distance. The dragon stopped and Ye Futian's group looked at the light.

"Another emperor has arrived?" Emperor Ye was confused. Above the dragon, a few figures flashed by without even glancing at them. When Emperor Ye's group looked toward that direction, the lights stopped in the air above the platforms. Countless figures looked up to the sky. The several figures looked dazzling under the sunshine. Did they come to congratulate too?

These people seemed to be more powerful than of the strong cultivators from the Royal Xuan Temple, shining brightly like gods. Emperor Luo also looked up to the sky. His eyes shone, full of excitement.

"After three months, the gate to the Ancient Barren World will open to the Hundred Lands forever. Everyone can enter the gate freely." A voice was heard from above the sky. Hearing this, the eight emperors became extremely excited.

This voice claimed that a new era was coming!

The Legend of Futian - Chapter 145: One Swing of the Rod, One Dharma

Although the Yunchu and the Yan groups had insulted Ye Futian, there was no way they would actually believe that the person picked by Emperor Ye to be in first place on the Fenghua Rank had actually gotten there by pure luck. To be able to defeat a Dharma Plane cultivator, even one with an ordinary realization of Dharma, he was definitely a monster. What's more, the people he defeated were also on the Fenghua Rank. So according to their original plan, they were going to have Ye Futian fight against someone in the Dharma Plane.

But…this shameless jerk was just too unpredictable.

They could not argue back with a thing Ye Futian said. He spoke politely, made himself sound weak and modest, and complimented the prides of the Yunchu Nation and the Yan Kingdom. What could they say to that? Was there anything wrong with him wanting to fight against someone in the same plane in a battle of the four nations? There was nothing they could say…

"Brother Ye, you must be joking. How could the person in the first place on the Fenghua Rank be ordinary?" Chu Kuangren wracked his brain for something to say. Deep down, he was cursing Ye Futian for being so shameless. He knew clearly that Ye Futian's opponent would lose; no questions asked if it was someone in the same level.

"Brother Ye? Are we close?" Ye Futian chuckled at Chu Kuangren. "Besides, didn't you say I was all talk? Now you're saying that I'm no ordinary person? What is it that you want? Do you want to fight or not?"

Chu Kuangren's face fell. Seated with the others from the Cangye Kingdom, Hua Zhixin couldn't hold in her laugh at the sight of his expression. She thought to herself, Ye Futian is really bad, the way he bullies others.

Emperor Ye had wanted to leave, but Chu Kuangren wanted to continue the battle of the four nations. Without an excuse, how would he be so thick-skinned as to request that Ye Futian battle with a Dharma Plane cultivator?

"Ye Futian, during the Cangye Kingdom's Fenghua Banquet, you defeated multiple cultivators in the Dharma Plane. You are truly gifted. Why are you insulting yourself by putting on this façade? Since you have set impressive records, let's have each of the other three nations send out one person in the Dharma Plane. We'll settle things on the battle platform," said Emperor Luo.

Many people gave him a strange look. It was true that Ye Futian had set some impressive records but it was slightly out of place for an emperor to request a battle between a Glory Plane cultivator and those in the Dharma Plane.

Ye Futian looked at Emperor Luo. When Emperor Ye planned to leave earlier, Emperor Luo refused to let them go and tried to force Ye Futian into battle. He was still not willing to give up. If so, then Ye Futian was going to make his wish come true.

"So, the battle of four nations means that our Cangye Kingdom has to fight, Glory Plane to Dharma Plane. Emperor Luo is truly brilliant," Ye Futian said sarcastically. He then turned to the cultivators of the three nations and said, "Since it has already been spoken, what's the point of lying to yourselves and calling this the 'battle of four nations'? Each nation, choose one person in the Dharma Plane. Come at me all together." In this moment, Ye Futian lost the playful attitude. His voice was low and everyone could see the change in his eyes. This should be the real him. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

Ye Futian, an Eight-star Glory Plane, said to powerful cultivators from three other nations, "Each nation, choose one person in the Dharma Plane. Come at me all together." Not only did he have to fight against their Dharma, he also had to fight three people who were going to gang up on him. Even Yu Sheng, who was extremely domineering, was not as arrogant as Ye Futian.

Emperor Ye looked to the figure on the battle platform. He did not say any. Since Ye Futian had already spoken, then he believed that he could do it.

Emperor Luo let out a smile. The Yunchu Nation and the Yan Kingdom sent out one person. They were both the strongest of their first level Dharma Plane cultivators.

"Who is willing to fight for our Nandou Nation?" Emperor Luo looked out at the crowd. Their best first level Dharma Plane cultivator, Su Mu, had already been destroyed by Yu Sheng. It was a given that they had to pick another person.

"I am willing to fight for Your Majesty." A figure emerged from the crowd.

"It's Zong Yan." Everyone's eyes brightened. This person was the one who fought with Su Mu to be number one among the first level Dharma Plane cultivators. He was also very capable. Despite not being as good as Su Mu, he was not too far off.

"Alright," nodded Emperor Luo. At the same time, the cultivators from the other two nations made their way to join Ye Futian on the battle platform. Zong Yan lifted into the air and looked down from the skies at Ye Futian on the platform.

Countless pairs of eyes fell on the handsome young man on the platform. An Eight-star Glory Plane fighting three Dharmas? This was about to get crazy.

The individual from the Yunchu Nation wore an armor of flames and his body was bathed in the red glow. Behind him, a fearsome realization of Dharma appeared. It was a large area of flames, like an ocean of magma. It looked like a river of liquid fire. The flames made the surrounding area look red.

He's already this powerful in the first level Dharma Plane? Everyone watching shook in fear.

The cultivator sent out by the Yan Kingdom also possessed a terrifying Dharma. A large demon ape appeared behind him, causing his entire body to fill with an indescribable strength. He became wild and ferocious, prepared for destruction.

The two of them reached the sides of the battle platform very quickly and stood there staring at Ye Futian. They wanted to know how Ye Futian would defeat a realization of Dharma.

Zong Yan floated above the platform. A long spear appeared in his hand, a strong energy seeped out from the weapon.

Ye Futian stood at the center of the battle platform, his aura was ready to ready. A long golden rod appeared in this hand.

The Yunchu cultivator took a step forward and immediately, a wave of flames headed for Ye Futian in the form of a fire dragon. The golden rod danced in Ye Futian's hand. A large force of energy descended upon him and on his back, sprung his Golden Roc wings. With a flap of his wings, Ye Futian was lifted into the air. The fire dragon charged forward. Apparitions of the rod revolved around Ye Futian, collecting energy. Slowly, a great force of energy permeated from his being.

BOOM! His wings spread, and Ye Futian transformed into a giant roc, soaring through the skies. The other three looked up at him to see he fly even higher. It was a magnificent sight. All the while, the force continued to grow stronger. After that, they watched as Ye Futian charged towards the cultivator from the Yunchu Nation. He was unbelievably fast.

The flames formed by the cultivator's Dharma raged and flowed like magma toward Ye Futian. A massive hand formed by the flames reached out to grab Ye Futian who was floating in mid-air.

Ye Futian turned into a ray of golden light and did not stop for even a split second. The rod swung down in single swipe. Genesis. The large palm of flame split apart from the middle. This one swipe was headed straight for the Yunchu cultivator with a force so strong, it was possible to split the sky in half.

The cultivator's Fire Sorcery exploded wildly. Just like flowing magma, the hellfire headed for Ye Futian, but with one swing of the rod, a magnificent golden light blocked the cultivator's body from advance. The path separated the wave of flames. There was nothing strong enough for the rod.

BOOM! This loud noise could mean nothing else. The Yunchu cultivator had been struck by the golden rod and was now lying face down on the battle platform.

Was the Dharma Plane this weak? The audience was shocked. He was hand-picked by the people of the Yunchu Nation, so he must have an impressive Dharma, but he could not even withstand one attack. Down with one swing of the rod.

The people of the Yunchu Nation sat in their seats with darkened expressions. They had previously mocked the Dharmas defeated by a Glory Plane cultivator. "What kind of Dharma was that", they asked. Now, the Yunchu Nation's Dharma Plane cultivator had also been defeated by Ye Futian in the Glory Plane. In one strike, one might add. After this one attack, not only did Ye Futain's energy not weaken, it actually got stronger.

At the sight of this, the cultivator from the Yan Kingdom, who had refused to gang up on Ye Futian for the sake of his reputation, could feel his heart speed up. With a growl from the Demon Ape, an apparition of the ape overlapped on the cultivator's body. He was filled with immense strength. But when he saw Ye Futian fly his way like a giant roc, the cultivator could feel the descent of his aura even before he got to him. His aura was strong enough to suppress everything.

BOOM! The Yan cultivator stepped forward and the atmosphere became heavy. The Demon Ape roared in a fury, loud enough to shake the mountains. He lifted his hand to throw a fist, prepared for destruction. It was during this wild fit that Ye Futian swung his rod for the second time

As the long golden rod came closer, it looked bigger and bigger in the cultivator's eyes. The rod came down with such strength, everything was destroyed. The enormous Demon Ape was ready to charge forward but was struck by the attack of the rod.

BOOM! Another crash. The Yan Kingdom's Dharma Plane cultivator was thrown backwards, faster than the speed of the wind.

This… Everyone was simply speechless. There were no words fit to describe this situation.

Ye Futian did not slow down one bit. He headed straight for his third opponent. Once again, with a swing of the rod. The aura around Zong Yan was shocking. His long spear shot out and of course, it was destroyed by the rod. His body was sent flying. However, Ye Futian saw Zong Yan's body exploding as he was thrown through the air. A residual image could be seen, descending like a shadow at an incredible speed. What seemed to be a dagger pierced toward Ye Futian. The blade glimmered in the sky.

This sudden scene caused everyone in the audience to feel a clench in their hearts. Especially for the Cangye group. Their eyes were frozen on Ye Futian.

There was the slight noise. The dagger seemed to have broken skin, piercing into Ye Futian's body. It looked like his heart. However, the dagger never made it in. Ye Futian had caught it in his left hand, but he was still hurt. Fresh blood gushed from the wound.

Zong Yan lifted his head to look at Ye Futian. He had a peculiar look in his eyes. Was Ye Futian physically that strong? He was able to stop Zong Yan's critical strike.

Zong Yan. Everyone was dumbfounded by this sight. He never displayed these abilities in battle with Su Mu. That attack was too strange. A determining strike. He almost killed Ye Futian. But Ye Futian was actually able to stop this critical attack. It was easy to see just how scary fast his reflexes were.

A dragon roar sounded. Ye Futian threw his arms out, throwing Zong Yan to the side. Then, his roc wings fluttered, carrying him upwards while his rod swung downwards. A loud crash resonated through the area as Zong Yan crashed into the ground. However, this was not the end. At an incredible speed, Ye Futian picked up Zong Yan by the waist with his rod and tossed him up into the air.

WHOOSH! His wings brought he into the air above Zong Yan's body. Ye Futian's eyes were ice cold and filled with the intent to kill.

"I forf—" Zong Yan tried to scream out with blood in his mouth, but before he could finish the word 'forfeit', his utterance was disrupted by a loud noise.

BOOM! Zong Yan's body shook in mid-air and then fell to the ground. His arms were limp as if he was no longer able to raise them. But of course, a dead person would never be able to raise their arms again.

The Legend of Futian - Chapter 144: Low-key Ye Futian

Ye Wuchen's power once again shocked everyone present. The prides of the Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom all looked uncomfortable. There had been so many challenges but this was the result. Yu Sheng went without saying. They didn't even dare challenge him. Now, Ye Wuchen had defeated Yan Qi.

The Cangye Kingdom had completely overshadowed the Tingfeng Banquet through these two rounds. At the same time, the Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom were fully humiliated. There had only been two battles between the four nations but it was more like the Cangye Kingdom's solos how. It seemed to prove Yu Wuchen's words from before. He didn't like trouble.

"Who else?" Ye Wuchen asked indifferently. He didn't name anyone because he was too lazy to challenge anyone. He didn't care who wanted to fight him. If no one dared to, this battle of the four nations would be meaningless and could end.

Chu Kuangren's eyes were extremely cold. Even someone as strong as Yan Qi had lost to Ye Wuchen so badly. Ye Wuchen hadn't even released his life spirit yet. Even now, they didn't know what kind of cultivator Ye Wuchen was. He was clearly a swordsman but what else? Was he only a swordsman? If so, he was a terrifying swordsman who could fight creating a storm of swords that wrapped around Yan Qi, each sword seeming to have its own life that searched for Yan Qi's flaws.

"Me," a voice said. It came from above the battle platform rather than below. It was Xi Lou, one of the most excellent figures of this year's Tingfeng Banquet, at the Second level Dharma Plane platform.

Ye Wuchen looked over. They stared at each other like at the Qixing Lake last night. Two artistic conceptions were released at once. One was sharp; the other was cold.

Without a word, Ye Wuchen stepped forward. Instantly, endless sword intent came out of him and flew towards Xi Lou, two platforms away.

Xi Lou's eyes were indifferent. A frightening artistic conception bloomed from him. The world became frigid as endless double elemental Spiritual Qi of water and earth danced in the air. The sword intent grew heavy and seemed to be frozen by ice. They slowed down and stopped before arriving at Xi Lou. The entire area seemed to stop.

"So cold." Someone close to the platform shivered. It felt like the entire world slowed down, even the blood flowing in their veins.

Ye Wuchen and Xi Lou walked towards each other at once, moving to the platform beside them. This way, the two occupied one platform and became even closer. The sword intent on Ye Wuchen strengthened. He reached out and the swords whistled. They sliced through the air towards Xi Lou's body.

Xi Lou's aura grew colder. The surrounding environment grew heavier. Everyone knew that this was the terrifying effect of combining the earth elemental's gravity spell and water elemental's ice spell.

Countless straight ice sculptures in the shape of swords appeared in the sky. They slowed down bit by bit and then exploded. Xi Lou continued walking forward. At the edge of the platform, he hovered in the air.

No wonder he's one of the Tingfeng Banquet's monsters, the people of the Nandou Nation thought. Xi Lou and Yun Tianhao were probably the most popular contenders of the banquet's winner.

It was clear that Xi Lou's abilities were stronger than Yan Qi.

As Xi Lou hovered in the air, the Dharma appeared behind him. It looked like two half circles. One was water and the other was earth. They fused together, transforming into a full moon. The moment the moon was released, the double elemental Spiritual Qi went wild. It gathered furiously as if it wanted to cover the entire world. After that, light shot out from the moon. White and earthy-yellow light alternated like moonlight. Everything in its path seemed to slow down until they exploded from the ice. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

The sword intent flowing across Ye Wuchen's body was destroyed crazily. The moon's radiance showered onto Ye Wuchen. The spell was released with the Dharma's light, making the power shocking.

This is true Dharma, many thought, stunned. Xi Lou was only at the Second level Dharma Plane but he already had the essence of Dharma. His talent was peerless and his spells were extraordinary. There was no limit for him in the future.

Feeling the incoming aura, Ye Wuchen's eyes grew serious. A beam of silver light shone behind him. Everyone watched as silver filled the sky. A small silver sword floated behind Ye Wuchen as if it was his life spirit.

Boundless sword intent gathered around the small sword, transforming into a sword river that flowed forward. It clashed against the glow of the two half-moons. Time seemed to stop. The two different forces were both being destroyed.

A terrifying ice seal spell descended from the surrounding sky. Bit by bit, the air turned into frost, burying Ye Wuchen inside. However, silver light flashed through his eyes. The small sword sliced through the air, rushing into the moonlight and destroying everything.

Xi Lou reached out to freeze the small sword but there was a boom and the spell shattered. The sword continued forward without any obstructions. Spells continued to descend but the small sword shone like a spirit. It continuously broke through the spells, so fast the naked eye couldn't keep track of its path. Finally, with a terrifying rumble, the sword appeared between Xi Lou's brows with terrifying sword intent.

Xi Lou didn't doge. He stared down at the small silver sword as if he could see Ye Wuchen's eyes. At that moment, he finally knew what kind of cultivator Ye Wuchen was.

"You lost," Ye Wuchen said. The aura around Xi Lou scattered and he collected his Dharma. He was defeated.

After the sword returned, Ye Wuchen looked at Xi Lou and said calmly, "Not bad."

Countless people were shocked. Ye Wuchen was the victor but said this to Xi Lou. It was a bit… However, his voice sounded so natural as if he really thought that. He was truly an arrogant guy without any ingenuity.

After that, Ye Wuchen scanned the Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom. Finally, he went back to the Cangye Kingdom's spot.

The teeming crowd was silent. All the prides of the Tingfeng Banquet had been defeated with no wins. Emperor Luo's expression was dark while the other emperors watched quietly. They'd come to show their support and unexpectedly witnessed this show.

Luo Junlin, crown prince of the Nandou Nation, was seen highly by the Royal Xuan Temple and the Tingfeng Banquet was held smoothly. It should have been great news but Emperor Luo couldn't feel happy now.

"The Fenghua Banquet of the Cangye Kingdom is held once every three years. The people that come from it aren't bad, right?" Emperor Ye said with a smile. His mood was getting better and better. Emperor Luo had invited him just to gloat but now, it'll be impressive if the man could still smile.

The Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom finally shut up. They couldn't say anything anymore.

"Two battles are enough for the battle between us. You all can continue but we'll be leaving," Emperor Ye said proudly.

"The battle between the four nations can't end with only two challenges. It's too early," Emperor Luo said coolly. Four of the most brilliant of this year's Tingfeng Banquet had been defeated. Since they were already at this state, they couldn't just give up now.

"What do you mean?" Emperor Ye asked coldly.

Emperor Luo looked over at the prides of the Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom and said, "You've seen the second and third place of the Fenghua Rank. Don't you want to witness how strong the first place is?"

Ye Futian frowned. Emperor Luo was trying to force him to fight but why?

"The first place of the Fenghua Rank has been avoiding the fight this entire time. He's probably all talk and no substance," Chu Kuangren said.

Many of the Cangye Kingdom frowned. Chu Kuangren was the prince of the Yunchu Nation but he spoke with no tact. Or rather, was he purposely cooperating with Emperor Luo after seeing that he wanted to force Ye Futian out?

"Can you shut up?" Ye Wuchen's eyes were sharp. He really despised Chu Kuangren. Who was the one that had no substance?

Emperor Ye didn't look at Chu Kuangren. Instead, he looked at Emperor Luo and smiled. Then he said to Ye Futian, "Since everyone wants to see your ability, you mustn't be impolite as a guest."

Seeing his gaze, Ye Futian smiled and nodded. He walked towards the battle platforms. He also went towards the one Yun Tianhao had been at. When he stood atop it, countless gazes fell on him.

According to gossip, Ye Futian was from the Donghai City and the emperor had wanted to confer a title upon him but he refused and turned towards the Cangye Kingdom. Yu Sheng, the rare talent from before, was his friend. Yu Sheng was third on the Fenghua Rank while he was first.

The people of the Donghai Academy and Nandou clan looked at Ye Futian too. They inhaled sharply. At the last day of the previous year, Ye Futian had displayed unparalleled talent. How much more powerful was he now?

"Ye Futian, Eight-star Glory Plane." Standing on the battle platform, Ye Futian gazed at the spectators and smiled. "I am unskilled with an ordinary talent. I was made first of the Fenghua Rank due to luck. Now, I'm terrified because all the prides of the four nations are gathered here. Faced with the brilliant figures of the Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom, I don't dare to come out to fight. However, Emperor Luo requested me so I must come out and challenge the geniuses of the same plane."

"Uh…" Emperor Ye coughed, a bit shocked. Was this still the arrogant Ye Futian from the Fenghua Banquet? When did he become so low-key? And same plane? How could he say that with his talent?

The others of the Cangye Kingdom also grew annoyed. Lin Yueyao blinked her pretty eyes while Bai Qiu and Yu Jiang were dumbfounded. They'd never seen someone so shameless…

Not only them, the people of the other nations were stunned as well. Ye Futian said that he was unskilled with an ordinary talent while the Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom were brilliant. How could they respond to such shameless words? Same plane? Did Ye Futian take them as idiots?!

The Legend of Futian - Chapter 143: Top Pride of the Cangye Kingdom

Yu Sheng!

From this moment on, it was the name no one in the Nandou Nation would ever forget.

His name was Yu Sheng. He was from the Nandou Nation's Donghai City, disciple of Yi Xiang.

The people had many questions. Who is Yi Xiang? Why is such an outstanding student from Donghai Academy fighting for the Cangye Kingdom?

As for, Yun Tianhao, he seemed to be Donghai's Academy best student. Then what about Yu Sheng? Presently, the people from Donghai Academy were shocked into silence. There was a bitter taste in their mouths. Yun Tianhao, who the Heiyan Academy had high hopes in, had captured the attention of everyone. But what of it now? The three hotshots had all faded into the background while Yu Sheng stood out among them.

Ye Futian smiled at that figure. Of course, he knew the reason behind Yu Sheng's outburst. After this battle, Yu Sheng's name was going to circulate all over the Nandou Nation. He was going to become a legend. And because he came from Donghai City, from Donghai Academy, it was only natural that the news would reach the city. As long as Yi Xiang was still there, he was definitely going to hear his disciple's call from the Tingfeng Banquet.

Senior Yi, you really hit the jackpot with this disciple/son-in-law, thought Ye Futian. He smiled brightly as he wondered what kind of expression that sly old fox would have when he heard the news. He would definitely be very proud.

Beside Ye Futian, the people of the Cangye Kingdom were also in shock at the sight of the wings on Yu Sheng's back. Did Yu Sheng hide his true abilities during the Fenghua Banquet? Or are these devil-like wings the result of his cultivation in the Nandou Nation? Back when Yu Sheng was in the Seven-Starred Glory Plane, his inability to fly was the reason why he could not win against his opponent's realization of Dharma. Now, he was in the Eight-Starred Glory Plane and with these wings, he had brutally defeated Su Mu who was in the Dharma Plane.

Not only them, but even the eight emperors present were in shock. Yu Sheng's combat skills were too violent. He was able to destroy his opponents with pure and absolute strength. His powers disregarded all else. Who cared if you had shocking sorcery skills or if you had a million tricks up your sleeves? His strength was able to destroy it all.

The intent to kill in Emperor Luo's eyes grew stronger. He had only focused on killing Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu but now he realized, he missed one person.

'The disciple of the Finance Star school's Headmaster Yi Xiang', was this meant for Yi Xiang? How preposterous! He used this battle platform and stepped all over the pride of the Tingfeng Banquet just to tell his master, Yi Xiang, that he was here.

Beside Emperor Luo, Luo Junlin and Minister Hua had similar looks in their eyes. Shen Ruoshuang sat next to Luo Junlin and stared at Yu Sheng, stupefied. She had mocked Yu Sheng last night, calling him ugly, but after tonight, who would dare to use the word 'ugly' to describe this devil-like being.

Even Minister Zuo, who sat without a single word, lifted his head to look at Yu Sheng. He took a good look at his devil-like silhouette and then turned to look at Ye Futian among the Cangye group.

Minister Zuo had only told the fortunes of Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu, but he had just now realized this terrifying existence by Ye Futian's side. How could a person with such a special fate as Ye Futian not have a protector? It seemed like everything had already been arranged by fate. His empress was here, as was his protector.

The Royal Xuan Temple set their sights on Crown Prince Luo Junlin and the eight emperors of different nations had gathered in own place in celebration. Everyone had thought that the Nandou Nation was going to grow stronger in the Hundred Lands, but no one thought that this was just the beginning of the end.

Whom the gods would destroy they first make mad!

Standing on the battle platform, Yu Sheng's eyes swept over the wave of people. His outburst from before seemed to have relieved him of the stress built up over the past days. Afterward, he flapped his wings, and they carried him towards the observation deck. Yu Sheng did not continue to battle. What he had done was enough to carry his message to his master. All Yi Xiang had to do was ask around a bit and he would know that that Yu Sheng fought for Emperor Ye of the Cangye Kingdom. After that, it was only a matter of time until he would join them in the Cangye Kingdom.

Upon returning to the observation deck, Yu Sheng retracted his wings. His fellow Fenghua Rank cultivators saw him in a different light. Some looked at him in admiration, some in jealousy. Yu Sheng's scream from before had them all shaken up. They thought of Yu Sheng's previous exchange with Zuo Qianfan. 'Isn't the Noble Plane just another plane in cultivation? Is it very powerful?' Perhaps it was very powerful to Yu Sheng now but what about in ten years? 20 years? One day, when he acquired the noble fate, he would definitely be one of the most domineering Noble Plane cultivators.

Emperor Ye looked at Yu Sheng with even more admiration. Not only because of his gifts, but also because of the meaning behind his outburst. After ranking in the top three on the Fenghua Rank, his request was to find his master. Now, at the Tingfeng Banquet, his reason behind this shocking battle was still the same. Even though he was an emperor, the one above all, he was envious of Yi Xiang. Emperor Ye was very curious what kind of person Yu Sheng's master was. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

Although Yu Sheng had already stepped off the battle platform, the venue was still filled with silence. The rowdy and loud atmosphere was no more. In the past, the Tingfeng Banquet was something that excited the people of the Nandou Nation. It was an event that pushed everyone's emotion to its limit. It was a time for them to witness their nation reach new heights. But that energy was broken upon Yu Sheng's appearance. Looking back now, the Tingfeng Banquet seemed like such a joke.

Once every ten years? Just one battle was able to wipe away everything in the past. This was the true definition of "peerless". A single person who was able to outshine all others, defeating every one of the so-called "prides" of the Tingfeng Banquet.

"Do you still want to fight?" Emperor Ye broke the silence with his question. With a smile on his face, his every word conveyed his confidence. Yu Sheng's battle had lifted his mood. He felt so refreshed.

"This was just one battle in the battle of the four nations. Of course, we have to continue," said Chu Kuangren. When Yu Sheng had asked for new opponents earlier, no one from the Yunchu Nation or the Yan Kingdom answered. It was truly embarrassing, but Yu Sheng's performance was just too violent. He was so much stronger than the reports they received about the third place of the Fenghua Rank had stated. He had surprised them. However, they were the prides of their nations. They could not be weak.

"No need for the trouble," someone said coldly. Ye Wuchen stood and continued, "After so many days of blabbering, you guys don't even have the guts to step up for a challenge. I would have shut my mouth early on if I were you."

Chu Kuangren looked at Ye Wuchen with a darkened expression. No one had any retorts for not answering to Yu Sheng's challenge.

"You guys can step up as you please," said Ye Wuchen. His sword intent released and his body shot forward like a blade. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived on the platform where Yun Tianhao stood.

Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Wuchen. He stood there casually with his hands behind his back. He gave off a carefree feeling, very unlike a person who was about to be confronted in an intense battle.

"Brother Yan, are you going, or shall I?" Chu Kuangren asked Yan Qi. They were both in the second level Dharma Plane, just like Ye Wuchen.

"You guys can come together," Ye Wuchen said nonchalantly.

"Preposterous!" said Yan Qi. "He specializes in swords and I specialize in knives. Let me go," Yan Qi said to Chu Kuangren.

"Alright," replied Chu Kuangren as he continued his icy stare at Ye Wuchen.

Yan Qi stood and in a single step, he lifted into the air. From his being, a force of knife intent was released, wanting to cut through everything in its way. Yan Qi was peerless in the Yan Kingdom and was bestowed the title of a prince. His knife once cut through a cultivator in the fourth level Dharma Plane.

One step at a time, Yan Qi made his way into the skies above the battle platform. His knife intent permeated through the skies and like an invisible knife, it aimed to cut through Ye Wuchen's body.

Ye Wuchen lifted his head. Looking ahead, his sword intent released destroying the knife intent. The two powerful forces crashed into each other in mid-air.

A large knife appeared in Yan Qi's hand. He suddenly sped up, and like a flash of lightning, his knife was thrown forward. The wind enveloped the knife and the images of thousands of knives cut down at the same time.

Ye Wuchen lifted a finger and from it, came a seemingly endless force of sword intent. It was under the sword intent that the thousands of knives were destroyed one after another. Yan Qi circled the skies above and released an even stronger force of knife intent. This second knife swung downward more powerful than the first. Ye Wuchen still looked incredibly calm. He lifted slowly into the air and the sword intent traveled with him. Countless swords appeared around him, real swords.

"Go." Ye Wuchen pointed his finger and the swords shot forward with a whistle, all charging crazily at Yan Qi.

Yan Qi saw this and changed his tactic immediately. In front of him, the swords separated and got into a circle formation, surrounding him and raced toward him in all directions. Behind him appeared a black knife. A terrifying force of knife intent came from the weapon and endless images of the knife revolved around him so quickly, no wind or rain could make its way through this makeshift force field. There was still a change in Ye Wuchen's expression. Around him, sword intent was release yet again and more swords attacked Yan Qi at the point of Ye Wuchen's finger.

The swords came endlessly. The people watched as Yan Qi continued to wave his knife around. His knife skills were very strong. Both his attacks and defenses were fearsome. However, there seemed to be no end to Ye Wuchen's swords. Just when Yan Qi thought he could let down his defense to attack, his swords charged at Yan Qi's weak point as if they had eyes of their own.

At this, Yan Qi realized that it was hopeless. There was nothing he could do besides defend himself.

"Forfeit or death?" Ye Wuchen spoke unfeelingly. He reached out both hands and the sword intent circling Yan Qi turned into a storm, completely burying his body in a storm of swords. In the air, there were only swords. There was no Yan Qi.

"I forfeit!" Yan Qi's voice rang in the midst of the storm. In the next moment, the storm of swords disappeared, and Yan Qi was seen once again.

The scene just now kept replaying in everyone's minds. After witnessing this battle, the Cangye group realized that Ye Wuchen did not reveal his true abilities during the Fenghua Banquet. There was no need for him to give it his all because even without doing so, he was already invincible. Emperor Ye should be the one who knew best about Ye Wuchen's abilities. He was his nephew after all. Had it not been for Ye Futian and Yu Sheng's appearance, first place on the Fenghua Rank would have been Ye Wuchen, no questions asked.

It was all because Ye Futian was able to defeat a Dharma Plane cultivator. During the Fenghua Banquet, there was actually no one fit to be Ye Wuchen's opponent. Not counting Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, Ye Wuchen was truly the top pride of the younger generation in the Cangye Kingdom!

The Legend of Futian - Chapter 142: My Name Is Yu Sheng

"Okay." Ye Futian smiled after hearing Emperor Ye's words.

He stood up and looked towards the battle platform. Countless gazes fell upon him. Was the battle between the prides of the four kingdoms starting?

Yun Tianhao stared at Ye Futian. His battle intent was rumbling and the people of Nandou became even more enthusiastic after feeling it around him.

"Yu Sheng," Ye Futian called softly just then. Yu Sheng looked over to see Ye Futian scanning the mass of people from the Nandou Nation. Ye Futian smiled and said, "Everyone's eyes are on this battle. News of the Tingfeng Banquet will be spread throughout the Nandou Nation."

Yu Sheng understood what Ye Futian was implying. If his master was still in the country, he would know about today's battle.

"Yu Sheng, this is your battle," Ye Futian continued. "Let them know who you are."

"Okay." Yu Sheng nodded and stepped onto the platform. The surrounding people all looked at them with shock. Their conversation seemed to have some deep meaning.

Would Yu Sheng fight in this battle?

He walked down the platform and stared in the direction of Yun Tianhao. "Yu Sheng, Eight-star Glory Plane."

"Yun Tianhao, Eight-star Glory Plane," Yun Tianhao said coldly, seeing that Ye Futian still wasn't fighting. "Since you want to battle, I'll defeat you first." As soon as he finished, his life spirit appeared. The formation flashed and he walked forward. There was a matrix with each step. The Spiritual Qi gathered around him furiously.

Yun Tianhao had witnessed Yu Sheng's fighting before. He was extremely confident in himself but he would never go easy on his opponent. As if sensing the powerful battle intent and strength from Yun Tianhao, there were the screams of a storm from the heavens.

Yun Tianhao had taken the first place of the battle platform with an excellent performance. He was also peerless amongst those who passed this round. Today, he would defeat the prides of the other three nations to prove himself.

The pride of the Nandou Nation, Yun Tianhao, would declare his name to the world with this battle.

Countless people from the Donghai Academy and Heiyan Academy all looked at Yun Tianhao. They knew how powerful Yu Sheng was while this battle would be Yun Tianhao's.

Thud! At that moment, there was a heavy thud on the ground. Everyone saw Yu Sheng take a heavy step. His body transformed into a bow and began sprinting toward the battle platform.

Thud, thud, thud… The ground shook with Yu Sheng's every step. There seemed to be a strange melody. The shaking earth sounded heavier than usual compared to the sound waves of the storm.

Yun Tianhao watched Yu Sheng racing to the platform. A matrix formed with each of Yun Tianhao's steps. Various altars appeared around him. Mysterious light rushed out from the four directions. Countless fire dragons spiraled up, the flames about to swallow everything. More terrifyingly, there seemed to be frost filling the air above the scalding space. Ice and fire shouldn't mix but now, they appeared at the same time. The destructive power was horrible.

Seeing the shocking matrix, the Nandou crowd came to life, extremely roused up. Was this the ability of Yun Tianhao, the pride of the Tingfeng Banquet? Many girls were attracted. He was a true genius.

Boom. With a loud sound, Yu Sheng came below the battle platform. With a step, he shot up and appeared in the sky above the platform. Then he descended towards where Yun Tianhao was.

Countless eyes looked up at Yu Sheng's descending body. For a moment, he looked like a god coming to the mortal world. His muscular body was covered in a dazzling dark gold armor. There was a faint yet terrifying shadow on him, like a demon.

The descending body had unstoppable power. Yun Tianhao roared and the world was covered by ice. Yu Sheng seemed to be sealed with ice as well. The fire dragons spiraled up, melting into Yu Sheng's frozen body. The combined power of fire and ice was painful enough to make one wish to die. But everyone realized that the godlike figure didn't stop. The ice seal shattered. Bathing in the power of the ice and fire, Yu Sheng allowed the fire dragons to roar and bite without being affected. At that moment, he really looked like a god.

"How is this possible?" Yun Tianhao stared at the descending godlike figure in shock. Without any time to react, Yu Sheng had arrived.

Crack… There was a crisp sound. The Spiritual Qi within the formation danced wildly. Everyone watched with shock as the godlike figure stepped onto Yun Tianhao's shoulder. The bone cracked and Yun Tianhao fell to his knees with a pained cry. The horrible power forced him down.

The matrix formation extinguished. Everyone in the endless Nandou crowd had their eyes focused. The storm instantly stopped.

The skies and earth fell silent.

Time seemed to stop flowing.

The entire world seemed to quiet down.

Yun Tianhao; the one who had shone so brightly at the Tingfeng Banquet, catching everyone's eyes; the genius worshipped by countless; had been squashed under the foot of the descending figure. Without any extra movements, without any pauses, Yun Tianhao had knelt directly.

Genius? Peerless? Unmatchable in the Nandou Nation?

At this moment, Yu Sheng faced the endless crowd from the Nandou Nation. Looking at that cold and hard face, the Nandou citizens felt that they would never forget that merciless step. Not only had he stepped on Yun Tianhao, he'd also stepped on the faces of all Nandou citizens. Yun Tianhao was the most dazzling genius they'd chosen within the decade.

Yu Sheng took a step forward and knelt down. Grabbing Yun Tianhao's neck, he tossed the other into the Nandou crowd. He didn't look at the other again as if Yun Tianhao, a talented figure, didn't deserve another glance.

Turning around, Yu Sheng gazed at the people from the Yunchu Nation and Yan Kingdom. He asked indifferently, "Next?"

Neither the prides of Yunchu nor Yan came out. They all trained their eyes on the figure. Was Yun Tianhao really weak? They'd witnessed his entire path and his talent was indisputable. However, Yu Sheng had descended like a god and Yun Tianhao couldn't even fight back. How could anyone battle with someone like that?

All was silent. Yu Wuchen gazed at Chu Kuangren and said coldly, "Are you mute now?"

The prides of the two kingdoms looked uncomfortable but Yu Sheng didn't bother with them anymore. He didn't even show any expression. Instead, he started towards the Nine-star Glory Plane battle platform nearby.

Then he started running again. When he reached the side, he jumped again. With a boom, he soared like a god and appeared in the air above the battle platform.

Jing Xuan was the strongest of the Nine-star Glory Plane. When he looked up at Yu Sheng, his eyes showed fear. The godlike figure was unstoppable.

He gathered all his strength. The surrounding Spiritual Qi went wild. Then he attacked first, the wild power booming into the sky.

With a huge thud, Yu Sheng landed before Jing Xuan. The battle platform shook and the aggressive power just roared past without even touching him.

As one of the best of the Tingfeng Banquet, this shouldn't have happened. However, Jing Xuan's fear turned this into an embarrassment.

Yu Sheng punched. Jing Xuan flew off the platform towards the crowd. This battle couldn't even be described as a battle.

Yu Sheng continued walking toward the battle platform of the Dharma Plane.

"Will he challenge Su Mu?" some muttered.

Was he crazy? Su Mu was at the first level Dharma Plane. He was one of the most talented of this year's Tingfeng Banquet. Other than Xi Lou and Yun Tianhao, he was the most popular. Was Yu Sheng going to challenge Su Mu?

There was another thud. Yu Sheng flew up again, shooting toward the platform for the first level Dharma Plane.

Su Mu raised his head. Seeing the figure in the air, he sneered. Flashing, he shot into the sky too. He was Su Mu—not Yun Tianhao and definitely not Jing Xuan.

Countless heads were raised to look at Yu Sheng. How would he attack this time?

The wind roared. A pair of giant wings appeared behind Yu Sheng with a flash. Dark gold light flowed through them. Every feather had a menacing point as if they were the wings of a demon.

This moment, Yu Sheng seemed to have turned into a demon.

The wings flapped and Yu Sheng moved towards Su Mu. Rather than dodging, a terrifying dragon appeared behind Su Mu. When Yu Sheng charged over, there was an earth-shaking roar. Countless dragons dove at Yu Sheng.

The feathers on Yu Sheng's wings continuously overlapped, transforming into an extremely sharp dark gold vortex. It opened and closed, slicing up the incoming dragons.

The dragon above Su Mu was as enormous as a true dragon. It moved to swallow Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng's wings opened and he looked forward. He streaked toward the dragon like a bolt of lightning. Under everyone's shocked eyes, he rushed into the dragon's mouth.

With a boom, the dragon exploded and Yu Sheng rushed out. Su Mu's expression was uncomfortable. An extremely aggressive aura erupted. He transformed into a dragon and charged at Yu Sheng. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

His Dharma and body had become one.

The dragon came, engulfing Yu Sheng. He reached out and grabbed the dragon's mouth. With a loud roar, he put endless strength into his arms and ripped the dragon apart with his bare hands. Su Mu screamed in pain and the realization of Dharma shattered.

Yu Sheng's wings changed. The feathers dislocated and unbelievably turned into tentacles that grabbed Su Mu's body, hoisting it into the air.

Seeing this scene, the endless crowd focused on the demonic figure, their hearts trembling.

Hovering in the air, Yu Sheng gazed at the mass of people with wild eyes. He roared, "My name is Yu Sheng. I am Yu Sheng, the disciple of Yi Xiang, headmaster of Donghai Academy's School of the Finance Star of Donghai City, Nandou Nation!"

The violent sound waves swept through the sky and earth, resounding in the ears of everyone in the Nandou Nation.

He was Yu Sheng, the disciple of Yi Xiang, headmaster of Donghai Academy's School of the Finance Star of Donghai City, Nandou Nation!

The Legend of Futian - Chapter 141: I’ve Got Your Back

As Emperor Ye's group arrived at the observation deck, Emperor Luo and others looked over at them. Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, and Ye Wuchen had finally appeared. Chu Kuangren looked over at the three. His gaze and his light smile were slightly cold. Yan Qi looked sharp. He was anticipating what would happen soon. Luo Junlin also turned his attention to the three of them. Things were about to get interesting today.

Beside Luo Junlin sat a beautiful girl. It was the girl who drank with Luo Junlin on the island last night. Her name was Shen Ruoshuang. Her makeup was light, unlike last night. She looked soft and gentle and had the aura of a wealthy family's daughter. Last night, she gave herself to Crown Prince Luo Junlin and because of that, there was a seat for her next to him today.

Many nobles looked over at her. They knew exactly what was going on. They thought, this girl really has a few tricks up her sleeve. Seems like there's no hope for the position of first wife. Maybe a second or third wife? Crown Prince Luo Junlin was only steps away from being a big shot at the Royal Xuan Temple. Even if he didn't manage to do that, he could still be emperor of the Nandou Nation. A second or third wife wouldn't be so bad. They wouldn't even mind being a concubine.

Many people on the battle platform also recognized Shen Ruoshuang. She had also participated in the Tingfeng Banquet. Plus, she was a well-known beauty in the imperial city. She was disqualified during yesterday's banquet, but who would have thought that she would receive the Crown Prince's sympathy.

Shen Ruoshuang glanced coldly at Ye Futian but did not say anything. However, Ye Futian paid no attention to the gazes that fell upon him. He took his seat and looked out on to the nine battle platforms ahead. He also observed the crowd quietly.

Just then, a few bursts of light shined from a distance in the skies above. Multiple figures appeared in mid-air. The leader of the group had a majestic aura, just like a mighty emperor.

"Brother Luo, how come you didn't invite me for a drink to celebrate this big news?" asked the leader. Based on the way he greeted Emperor Luo, it was easy to guess his status. To be on the same level as Emperor Luo, this person must be an emperor as well.

"The emperor of the Mo Kingdom has graced us with his presence. What an honor." Emperor Luo stood to welcome his guests. "Please join us and have a seat."

"I have also come to join the fun," laughed another person. In the sky above the crowd, a bright light erupted and a figure bathed in a red light stepped forward.

"Congratulations to the Nandou Nation's Crown Prince for entering the Royal Xuan Temple. There will be yet another Noble Plane cultivator in the future," said the newcomer. His voice was clear and his aura powerful.

"What a surprise! The emperor of the Hongye Kingdom is also here. Please, have a seat," said Emperor Luo.

"The Donglin Kingdom has come to congratulate the Nandou Nation for the Tingfeng Banquet." Another group appeared in mid-air.

"The Tianluo Kingdom would like to congratulate Luo Junlin for entering the Royal Xuan Temple." More people arrived in the opposite direction the emperor of the Donglin Kingdom came from.

Seeing the majestic figures in the skies made many people from the Nandou Nation nervous. The atmosphere was raging. No one expected the arrivals of yet another four emperors. Now, there were eight emperors present at the Tingfeng Banquet. This was a grand occasion unseen in the last three hundred years. The last time something similar happened was during Emperor Luo's coronation.

Without being told, many people understood that this was not simply because of the Tingfeng Banquet. If it had been so, then there was no need for them to show up uninvited and unannounced. It was good enough that the three emperors Emperor Luo personally invited came to attend the banquet.

Obviously, they had gotten the news that Crown Prince Luo Junlin was accepted by the Royal Xuan Temple. They did not show up during any of the other days of the Tingfeng Banquet but all chose to appear on the last day, as if they had planned it together.

Emperor Luo smiled happily. The four emperors were all from close-by nations. The Yunchu Nation's neighboring country was present, as was the neighbor of the Yan Kingdom. Now that they were all gathered to congratulate him, even though he was already an emperor, Emperor Luo still felt proud. This was a big boost to his ego.

"Everyone, please have a seat," Emperor Luo said as he toned down the smile on his face. Immediately, the four newly arrived emperors descended on to the observation deck, landing in different directions.

Emperor Ye and the three other emperors watched them quietly. They felt slightly conflicted on the inside. Had the emperors of these four large nations really come to attend the Tingfeng Banquet personally? It seemed like they were keeping close tabs on the banquet, or else they would not have been able to make it here so quickly.

From this scene, it was possible to foretell the future rise of the Nandou Nation.

Ye Futian also observed quietly. He watched the proud Emperor Luo and the lively audience. All of this was brought about by Luo Junlin's admission to the Royal Xuan Temple. Today seemed to be an unprecedented day, worthy of celebration. Unfortunately, the people of the Nandou Nation were probably going to be highly disappointed.

"Let's begin!" Emperor Luo smiled. Immediately, a loud whistle came from the crowd and 18 genius cultivators stepped on to the nine battle platforms, welcoming their final battle. On every platform were the best cultivators of each plane.

"Xi Lou!"

"Yun Tianhao!"

Supporters called out to them from the lively audience. With their spectacular gifts, many of the contenders on the platforms had impressed the people and were worshipped by them. Yun Tianhao was an example of this. He broke through the Seven-Starred Glory Plane and made his way on to the Eight-Starred Glory Plane platform. He remained peerless as always. As soon as his matrix appeared, no one was able to counter the force. The results would remain the same even if his opponent was in the Nine-Starred Glory Plane.

The most outstanding contender from the Glory Plane was definitely Yun Tianhao. If it wasn't him, then it had to be Nine-Starred Glory Plane cultivator, Jing Xuan. His abilities were terrifying. He was most likely able to battle against common realizations of Dharma.

The battles of the nine platforms began. The platforms shook with the force. The sounds resonated beyond the platforms and washed over the area. The most powerful contenders fought with full force for their final battle. Every battle was nerve wracking to watch.

"My friends, what do you think of the geniuses of our Nandou Nation's Tingfeng Banquet?" asked Emperor Luo. He smiled brightly from his seat on the observation deck.

"In due time, they will become the pillars of the nation," said a fellow emperor.

"They are indeed outstanding. At the very least, they're much better than those on the Fenghua Rank," said the emperor of the Yan Kingdom. Ye Futian glanced coldly at him. It was evident that the emperors had a bias. None of them wanted to get on Emperor Luo's bad side. However, Emperor Ye did not seem to care. He continued to watch quietly. To be completely honest, he had to admit that the contenders of the platforms were indeed very gifted. Their combat abilities were very strong. Had it not been for Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, and Ye Wuchen, the Fenghua Banquet may have truly lost in comparison to the Tingfeng Banquet.

Emperor Ye had a sudden thought. What would the Tingfeng Banquet have been like if Emperor Luo hadn't chased out Ye Futian and Yu Sheng?

Finally, the battles ended one by one. The victors of each battle did not leave the platform, for they were the stars of the Tingfeng Banquet, the center of attention. They waited for the rewards from the emperor.

In the crowd, the people from Donghai Academy looked to the figure standing proudly on the Eight-Starred Glory Plane platform. All of them had a satisfied smile on their faces. Although Zhuo Qing was disqualified, Yun Tianhao was able to make it to the end. On top of that, he used his great powers to completely destroy his opponent, gaining his victory. He fought hard to be the last one standing on that platform. As a student of Donghai Academy, Yun Tianhao had brought them great honor.

Among the crowd from Donghai Academy, Headmaster Tang of Heiyan City's Heiyan Academy was also present. Beside him was Tang Yue. She still had some unresolved conflict with Ye Futian from way back on Mount Tianyao. Seeing that the young Yun Tianhao was able to make it to this stage, they also felt proud and happy for him.

They had also spotted Ye Futian. Rumors had it that he was freakishly powerful. He had once fought against Yun Tianhao. It was unforeseen that he would become the best of a nation. However, the Yun Tianhao in the present was not any weaker than Ye Futian.

In the end, nine figures stood on the battle platforms with the utmost glory. The Tingfeng Banquet's best of each plane had finally revealed themselves.

A smile spread across Emperor Luo's face. He was very satisfied with these nine people. They all possessed extraordinary gifts. Perhaps with proper guidance, they could become great aids for his son, Luo Junlin. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

"The strongest nine have been born. The prodigy cultivators from our four nations are now gathered here. Would it be alright if we verified each other's abilities?" asked Chu Kuangren. Emperor Luo smiled at the nine figures on the platforms in front of him and said, "The best of the Yunchu Nation, Cangye Kingdom, and Yan Kingdom would like to test your abilities. Do you guys accept their challenge?"

"Pleased to."

"Let's go." The nine figures were ready to fight.

"Very good." Emperor Luo nodded in satisfaction. He then turned to look at the cultivators of the three visiting nations and said, "I leave them to you now."

Chu Kuangren nodded and shifted his gaze in the direction of the Cangye group. "You've avoided it for so many days and will finally show your face. Today marks the end of the Tingfeng Banquet, you should have no more excuses." He stared straight at Ye Futian and Ye Wuchen as he spoke.

On a platform, Yun Tianhao also had his eyes on Ye Futian. Speaking out loud and clear, he asked, "Ye Futian, do you dare battle with me?" His voice vibrated through the air. The best of the Eight-Starred Glory Plane cultivators at the Tingfeng Banquet had challenged Ye Futian.

Ye Futian looked as calm as ever. Whether it be the people from the Yunchu Nation or Yun Tianhao, their provocations were unable to shake him. He lifted his head and looked at Chu Kuangren as well as Yun Tianhao. He replied with a smile, "It's okay that you guys pick a fight with us, but are you willing to pay the price?" Ye Futian sounded so calm, far from how resonant Chu Kuangren and Yun Tianhao sounded. However, this calm voice also bore extreme arrogance.

Ye Futian did not seem to give a damn about these genius cultivators from the Yunchu Nation nor did he care about those from the Tingfeng Banquet.

"It's okay that you guys pick a fight with us, but are you willing to pay the price?"

"I'm willing to pay whatever price it takes," Chu Kuangren answered with a cold demeanor.

"Let's fight." This was all Yun Tianhao said. His intent to battle was in overload.

Ye Futian turned back to look at Emperor Ye who was seated behind him. Eight emperors had gathered today, a day of glory and pride for Emperor Luo. All the other emperors were friends of Emperor Ye, so if he didn't want Ye Futian to fight, then he wouldn't. But when their eyes met, Ye Futian saw Emperor Ye break out into a huge smile, and listened as he said casually, "I've got your back!"