Upon hearing the name "Three-Foot Terrace," many people couldn't sit still.

But Ji Rulie still patiently asked, "The Three-Foot Immortal Platform, the Ancient Martial Arts Sect Tournament, I've calculated the time, it's a month away, do you really want that bastard to run around for a month before you kill him?"

“That’s right! Murong Fu!” Lu Ping followed up, “I’ve heard that this kid is incredibly talented. A month is enough time for him to improve his strength, and then he’ll be even harder to kill!”

Murong Fu calmly said, "Once the Ancient Martial Arts Sect Tournament begins, and all of us clan heads join forces, how can we not kill a mere Qi Movement Realm Level 1 kid?"

"Then how can you be sure he's back?" Yan Feng asked, puzzled.

Murong Fu, with his meticulous mind, said, "Simple. What if we tell him that his father has actually been trapped in that three-foot-high platform all along?"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill. The participants from back then all recalled the scene of the man in white robes, holding a blue longsword, proudly soaring into the sky, cleaving through thousands of miles of sky with a single sword, and forcibly bringing down the three-foot-high platform.

This person was mentioned.

Countless people began to tremble; it was terrifying!

"Ye Changqing!"

Murong Fu suddenly burst into laughter: "In that case, wouldn't it be an immense despair to let him die in front of the three-foot altar!"

Few people know this.

That once brilliant and unparalleled genius is now trapped in the Three-Foot Immortal Platform.

Murong Fu had coveted Xi Yao, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, and had repeatedly expressed his love to her, only to be rejected. In the end, he watched Xi Yao and Ye Changqing live happily ever after, and the two lines of bloody tears he shed that night showed how heartbroken he was.

Thinking about this...

Murong Fu thought viciously to himself, "Since you refuse to submit to me, then I will kill you, including your children! I will make sure your family is destroyed and you never have a day of reunion!"

At this time.

Within the capital city.

Ye Feng had been taking Yao Yao around here for several days, eating, drinking and having fun. He could clearly feel that there were more and more people in the capital, and that there were undercurrents and disorder in the city.

Yao Yao watched a group of wealthy young men walk by with smiles on their faces, then turned to Ye Feng and said, "Young Master, those ancient martial arts families haven't come looking for trouble these past few days. Are they afraid?"

Night Wind shook his head and laughed, "How could they be afraid? They're definitely plotting something bigger right now, a killing formation set up against me. I don't believe they'll let a remnant like me live in this world."

"Shouldn't we try to stop them?" Yao Yao frowned and tilted her head as she asked. "What if we really fall into their long-planned killing formation? Wouldn't we be doomed?"

Night Breeze thought for a moment, then said, "Wouldn't it be fine if we just didn't go in?"

Yao Yao suddenly laughed and said, "Young Master is right, we just won't go in!"

With his hands behind his back, Ye Feng looked up at the waning moon in the sky and said, "Of course I must avenge this great grudge. If they don't come, I will naturally step into their ancestral land, but not to die. Instead, I will wait until the day when my strength has improved by leaps and bounds!"

He wasn't a brainless idiot. Back then, so many ancient martial arts families attacked together, severely injuring his mother, Xi Yao. His current strength was even inferior to Xi Yao's. How could he possibly fight against so many families by himself?

Even if the 800,000 Dragon Soul Army were to intervene, they would likely be doomed.

After all, those with powerful cultivation are not afraid of numerical superiority.

The Dragon Soul Army is indeed powerful, but it is still far inferior to these ancient martial arts experts.

The weak will always be weak; for those with great power, there is no difference.

"Those old bastards must be in a real mess right now," Ye Feng sneered. "Ancient martial arts families, I will kill them all!"

The next morning.

The Tianling Auction is currently being planned.

Countless high-ranking officials, nobles, and powerful cultivators flocked to the area, and the parking lot was overflowing with cars. Cheaper cars couldn't even find a parking spot and had to be left outside!

Night Breeze, carrying Yao Yao, looked at the huge crowd ahead and immediately felt a bit troubled. So he casually stopped a staff member and asked, "Where is Zhong Wanling?"

The staff looked Ye Feng up and down and found that his clothes were just ordinary streetwear. They immediately became angry and said, "How dare you call the chairman's name? You filthy beggar, get the hell away from me!"

Night Wind said coldly, "I just asked for directions, is there any need to humiliate me like this?"

The staff member said with a look of disdain, "With clothes like that, you can't even get through the door of the auction house. And you're asking about our president? Get lost!"

Yao Yao, still furious, stepped forward to argue, "We have a letter from the God of War, Shura, to give to Zhong Wanling!"

"The God of War Asura?" The staff member burst into laughter. "You dare to claim you know the God of War Asura? He's a god of the Northwest! And the head of the Eight Great War Gods of the Dragon Kingdom! Do you think the God of War Asura would know two little punks like you!"

"Think before you lie next time! How dare you utter such a ridiculous statement? Be careful someone cuts your mouths off!"

The staff member spoke very loudly, so many people heard it!

Immediately, someone laughed and said, "Where did this greenhorn come from? Doesn't he know where he is? How dare he tell such a lie!"

"You claim to know the God of War Asura? I could say I'm the son of the God of War Azure Dragon! How laughable!"

"There are a few idiots like this every year. I participate every time and have seen quite a few!"

A sudden chill emanated from Yao Yao's body; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be dark demonic energy clinging to her.

Seeing that Yao Yao was about to make a move, Ye Feng stopped her and said, "Let's give Zhong Wanling and the God of War Shura some face. Let's not cause trouble here. Why don't we go find Zhong Wanling ourselves?"

"Who gave you the audacity to go to Miss Zhong?"

A rough voice rang out, causing many people to turn their heads to look in this direction.

Ye Feng turned his head and was surprised to see a tall and burly figure slowly walking over. His aura exuded supreme majesty and intimidation!

Behind him followed a pair of twin girls, each carrying a long knife on their back, their cold gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"It's the War God Haoyan! And his subordinates, the Azure Twin Daggers!"

"The God of War Haoyan?" Ye Feng's expression was indifferent, showing no regard for the other party.

"Boy, I have a question for you!" The War God Haoyan stepped in front of Ye Feng, looking down at him with a serious expression, and said, "Who gave you the audacity to go to Miss Zhong?"

"That kid's in trouble!"

"Everyone knows that War God Haoyan is pursuing President Zhong! He's definitely in big trouble for saying something like that in front of War God Haoyan!"

"Hurry up and kneel down and kowtow to apologize! Otherwise you'll definitely die a horrible death! When the War God Haoyan makes a move, everyone will be burned to ashes! The War God shows no mercy when he strikes!"