Just as the disciples of Mount Shu were preparing to come over and catch up with Jian Qingfeng and Shenqing Zhenjun, two beams of white light appeared out of thin air and enveloped the two of them.
The two smiled helplessly.
"Please do not be sad, everyone. My master and I will go up there to make preparations. I believe that you will all ascend together soon."
"Until we meet again."
They only managed to leave behind a few words before disappearing with the white light.
This left the disciples of Mount Shu feeling quite disappointed.
The onlookers were now looking at each other in bewilderment.
"Did they really ascend to heaven this time?"
"I think so? Didn't you see the light of ascension descend?"
"The Light of Ascension? I saw them taken away by the Light of Ascension with my own eyes, and not long after, they were back in front of me, alive and kicking, slaughtering tens of thousands of enemies!"
"There must be very few treasures in the world that can forcibly stop the power of ascension. We can't all of them be obtained by the Shu Mountain sect, can we?"
"I reserve my opinion. At this point, won't someone else jump out and give the Shu Mountain Sword Sect a piece of their mind?"
"Yes, this is the best time. Two Supreme Beings have just ascended, and one Supreme Being has just gone through a fierce battle. If we give the Shu Mountain Sword Sect some breathing time, the disciples will probably grow stronger. If we make a move then, we might not be able to defeat them."
"I think so too. The Shushan Sword Sect's combat strength is really too strong, and the disciples' aptitude is also top-notch."
...
Ye Feng waited outside the mountain gate for a long time.
But no one else stepped forward.
It seems that the crisis targeting the Shushan Sword Sect has been completely overcome.
He glanced at a certain spot in the void and revealed a meaningful smile.
After a resounding victory, a celebration is naturally in order.
As the only helper throughout the entire battle, the Blood Demon Sect members naturally received special treatment from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.
When the Blood Demon Sect members first saw the food served inside the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, they were like country bumpkins visiting the Grand View Garden.
What is this?
"Squirrel-shaped mandarin fish".
What is this?
"Spicy crayfish".
What is this?
"Nine-Turned Intestines".
...
That night, the members of the Blood Demon Sect thought they had ascended to the Immortal Realm.
That night, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect really flew away, leaving behind trails of colorful smoke.
That night, the Ice Phoenix Witch cornered Ye Feng.
She went straight to the point, saying, "I originally didn't intend to take action, because doing so would bring disaster upon my Blood Demon Sect."
Ye Feng nodded. It was only natural. The two of them were just a streamer and the top female fan, and there was no need for them to gamble the future of the entire sect.
"My father and Aunt Wen thought that helping Shushan was a gamble with more gains than losses, and it had nothing to do with me."
Ye Feng nodded again. She wasn't the sect leader, so she couldn't possibly make decisions on such important matters.
Even if the Blood Demon Ancestor doted on his daughter, he would never joke about the entire sect.
The Blood Demon Ancestor was quite compatible with Ye Feng's temperament.
They said from the beginning that they were helping the Shushan Sword Sect in order to repay them. As for what that repayment would be, those who know, know.
I will not be moved by this matter, nor will I have any opinion about the Ice Phoenix Witch.
Seeing Ye Feng's reaction, the Ice Phoenix Demoness knew what he was thinking.
A weight has finally been lifted from my heart.
She was genuinely afraid that Ye Feng would overthink things.
Once things have been said, there's no need to say them again.
Compared to Ye Feng, the appeal of his cooking is far greater than that of Ye Feng himself.
As the greatest contributor to overcoming today's crisis, Ye Feng naturally couldn't escape the onslaught of the crowd.
There were people offering toasts, asking questions, lamenting their own lack of ability, and expressing gratitude—the list goes on.
Ye Feng either drank wine, answered questions, or offered comfort; his patience was exceptional.
However, Jian Chen, Yun Zhongzi, and other high-ranking members of the Shu Mountain sect were somewhat dejected.
To be a mere spectator when one's sect is in peril is a profound disgrace to any responsible person.
Ye Feng was helpless in this matter.
He himself didn't understand the matter of spiritual practice.
His system is different from others.
All I could do was offer them some words of comfort.
"Dear fellow disciples, cultivation is about the principle that haste makes waste. If you only think about improving your realm, it may backfire."
Jian Chen immediately retorted, "You broke through two realms in three days, and you still tell me that haste makes waste? I never dreamed that it could be so fast."
"Ah, this..."
Ye Feng was speechless.
"Both Senior Brother and Grandmaster broke through in battle. Why don't you guys spar more often? With your current defense, it's okay to hit harder."
These words enlightened the group, giving them a sudden realization.
There were many fights in the past, but due to the constraints of old ideas, everyone held back a lot of strength when they fought.
They only remembered that their attack power had increased, but forgot that their defense had also increased significantly.
In the previous major battle, they basically maintained a stable advantage in the beginning, but didn't make many moves later on, so their gains were limited.
The group exchanged glances and were suddenly filled with fighting spirit.
Then he stopped eating and simply fled to find a place to start a battle.
This was the first time Ye Feng's food had lost its appeal.
The Blood Demon Ancestor ate until he was bloated and round, then sat in his chair humming.
The Blood Demon Sect disciples were in a worse state than him; they were basically exhausted from detoxification.
One hanging here, another hanging there, they're like disciples of Mount Shu who died with their eyes wide open in disbelief.
However, it was only comparable to dying with eyes wide open, advancing to the Twenty-Four Solar Terms, and things like deep-fried green ingredients, which were related to the foundation of the sect, would not be easily revealed to outsiders.
They would never unconditionally trust someone just because they helped them once.
...
The next day, Ye Feng was immediately startled when he saw Yun Zhongzi's emaciated appearance.
"Senior brother, what's going on with you?"
Yun Zhongzi ignored Ye Feng's words and said with his bloodshot eyes, "Luck!"
Ye Feng was completely baffled by his nonsensical words and could only ask, "What luck?"
Yun Zhongzi's expression was serious, yet tinged with eagerness: "Luck! What affects the advancement of my Sword Sect disciples to the Great Ascension stage is luck!"
"The reason why no one in my sect has reached the Mahayana realm before is because our sect's sacred beast, Lord Fire Phoenix, died! Without a sacred beast, the sect's fortune is like a rootless duckweed. Later, your appearance made up for Xiao Hongzhuang's innate deficiency. Although she is young, she can already barely suppress the fortune. And the giant panda cub that you captured later can also suppress a portion of the fortune. But our grandmaster, Senior Brother Shenqing, and your breakthrough have already taken all of this fortune. So if my Shushan Sword Sect maintains the status quo, it will be impossible for anyone to advance to the Mahayana realm!"
Ye Feng was taken aback.
Is there really such a saying?
Then, after a moment's thought, he asked uncertainly, "So, Senior Brother means that as long as I go out and capture more sacred beasts, I can suppress more of the fortune, and our sect can break through to the Mahayana realm?"
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