CHAPTER 1016: CHAPTER 1007: AN ASTOUNDING FEAT

"Lin Feng..."

Upon hearing this name, Mo Wangchen pondered deeply, trying to scour his mind for any memories associated with it.

But unfortunately, he racked his brain for a long time and still couldn’t find any clues related to it.

"I won’t meddle in the Ji Family’s affairs, nor in the Smoke Martial Alliance. You have to go there on your own."

Both of them remained silent for a long while. Lin Feng continued, "I won’t help you kill anyone, but I can assure your survival."

Upon hearing these words, Mo Wangchen’s heart trembled, then filled with elation.

It’s one thing if he wouldn’t help kill people, but ensuring his survival was something truly exciting.

A person who had survived since the last era, no one knew the extent of his strength. In the past, even Yan Ruyi’s Dao Body was easily slain. One could imagine that Lin Feng’s Sword Dao had long surpassed the world’s imagination.

If he could gain his protection, wouldn’t he thereafter roam unhindered and fear no one?

Thinking this, Mo Wangchen furrowed his brows slightly, "On that day in Nanyang City..."

"I know about it," Lin Feng nodded before he could finish. "If you truly faced life-threatening danger that day, I would have taken action and slain those so-called Saint Masters. The good thing is, you were quite good. You relied on your own strength to escape the Xuanwu Alliance."

As he spoke, Lin Feng burst into a radiant smile, a joy from the heart.

No matter how many years had passed, the fellow disciples of Eternal Mountain remained strong and capable. Mo Wangchen, with his Void Immortal Realm Cultivation, stirred such a storm in the Xuanwu Alliance yet still managed to leave safely. Lin Feng felt quite comforted in his heart.

"Let’s go, it’s getting late; let’s meet those who have come up the mountain."

Finally, Lin Feng stood up, casually taking the bamboo rod in his hand and walked out.

Mo Wangchen did not hesitate either, standing up and following in his footsteps.

Although he knew his identity and had been his second senior brother, Mo Wangchen didn’t dare to act conceited in front of Lin Feng. He still appeared somewhat constrained, like a junior.

...

At the same time, atop the Holy Mountain, amidst a clearing.

A large number of figures poured in here; these were the strong and talented individuals from various alliances who ascended the mountain today.

Today, the Holy Mountain opened wide with no obstructions; everyone was allowed to enter.

"So many little children?"

"Could it be as the rumors say, that these children are here to learn knowledge rather than cultivation?"

In the distance, dozens of children around seven or eight years old were reading ancient books in their hands under the sunlight.

When these children saw so many people coming up the mountain, it caused quite a stir, and everyone’s eyes focused on them.

"So many people."

"Our teachers said these people are cultivators who can fly through the heavens and burrow into the earth; they are really powerful."

Dozens of children, with innocent and harmless faces, looked on with curious eyes.

"These children have no trace of cultivation aura on them. It seems they indeed haven’t practiced cultivation," concluded a Great Elder of a Holy Emperor after observing for a moment.

Some of the children’s curious gaze fell upon this Great Elder. Among them, a six-year-old boy, wide-eyed and with a runny nose, spoke, "That old grandpa is so skinny; one gust of wind and he might topple over. Is he also a cultivator?"

A young girl giggled, "My daddy can lift a huge rock weighing hundreds of pounds with his bare hands. He must be much stronger than him."

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

The Great Elder’s face immediately showed displeasure upon being discussed by a group of children. "I am a Great Elder of a Sacred Land, with Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivation. How could you little kids understand my level of power?"

"Is the Heavenly Immortal Realm really powerful?" the curious little girl asked innocently.

The Great Elder stood proudly, "Of course, your father can lift a rock weighing hundreds of pounds; that’s just the strength of a mortal. With a single breath, I could blow not just a rock, but an entire mountain away."

"Old grandpa, not only can you blow away a mountain, but you could also blow away a cow with it."

Some children laughed, clearly disbelieving, thinking that the Great Elder was boasting. They had never encountered the Cultivation World before, and although they didn’t know what cultivators were like, blowing a mountain away with one breath clearly exceeded their imagination and understanding.

Once again ridiculed, the Great Elder gritted his teeth, wishing to immediately display his skills to them. But on this Holy Mountain, aside from the buildings, there was nothing else.

He dared not act against these structures, joking aside, even a child here had Demigod cultivation. To cause trouble here was tantamount to courting death.

"Believe it or not, I’m too lazy to explain to you," the Great Elder finally snorted coldly.

"Old grandpa, since you’re so powerful, would you dare compete with me?" the snot-nosed child stood out again.

"Compete in what?"

The Great Elder was stunned, finding it absurd that a child wanted to compete with him. By the looks of it, the kid probably hadn’t even been weaned yet?

The snot-nosed child did not speak but simply chuckled, then run over to a large rock on the square.

"Let’s see who can lift this rock. If you can lift it, we’ll believe what you said." He turned his head and said.

"Uh..."

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, looking at each other in confusion.

"Kid, this rock is almost taller than you. Of course, I can easily lift it; you want to compete with me? Can you lift it?" The Great Elder frowned, puzzled.

Not just him, everyone else also wondered how this snot-nosed child’s supposed competition would unfold.

"Of course I can."

But to everyone’s surprise, the snot-nosed child nodded.

"I have lived for many years, don’t fool me. Even in our sect, those children who start cultivation from a young age can’t lift such a large stone at your age, and you, who haven’t even begun..."

"Buzz!"

However, before the Great Elder could finish speaking, the snot-nosed child’s action truly shocked everyone present.

With soft, tender hands extended, in the unbelievable gaze of everyone, he actually picked up the huge stone and lifted it over his head.

"How is this possible?!"

Everyone gasped, their faces full of disbelief. The scene before them completely overturned their understanding.

"The aura from this child..."

"It’s not cultivation, yet somewhat similar. It’s an innate aura that allows him to lift the stone!"

Soon, everyone noticed the peculiarity, approached closely, and tugged at the snot-nosed child, eyes shining as if examining a priceless treasure.