Chapter 820 – Wu Meiying
Imperial palace, in front of the imperial study, there are hundreds of death warriors cultivated by the imperial family. Armed with swords, the death warriors guard the imperial study, a look of determination to die in their eyes.
Opposite of the death warriors, there are many imperial guards, with Yang Feng standing in the center.
Murong Qiang looked at the leader of the hundreds of death warriors with a complex shade in his eyes, and then stepped forward decisively and said: “Yuwen Batian, surrender! The situation is beyond salvageable. Only by surrendering to His Majesty the Demon Ancestor will you be able to live.”
A burly imperial guard commander, exuding Grandmaster realm breath, with a sword in hand, barked: “Shut up, you rebel! Murong Qiang, Hu Yande, Zhou Sheng, His Majesty treated you with great care and promoted you to imperial guard commanders and aristocrats from lowly commoners. Yet you not only betrayed His Majesty, but even dare to persuade me to surrender. Do you feel no shame?”
The eyes of Murong Qiang, Hu Yande, Zhou Sheng, and the other imperial guard commanders flashed with shame, and they fell silent.
The three imperial guard commanders are all generals the emperor of the Great Zhou Empire Wu Shanming promoted and have always been loyal to him. However, Yang Feng’s avatar the Demon Ancestor is truly unmatched. They could only surrender to the terrifying being that can kill 100,000 troops with a wave of hand.
“Batian, forget it! Don’t blame them for this.”
The door of the imperial study opened, and a dozen plus people walked out. The person in the lead is Wu Shanming, the emperor of the Great Zhou Empire. There is a beautiful middle-aged woman by his side, which is his imperial consort.
Behind Wu Shanming, there are a dozen plus young men and women with outstanding looks, who are Wu Shanming’s children.
Yuwen Batian bowed to Wu Shanming in salute: “Greetings, Your Majesty!”
Wu Shanming glanced at Yuwen Batian with gratification in his eyes and said in a deep voice: “Batian, take your men to surrender to the Lord Demon Ancestor. Lord Demon Ancestor treats those who surrender to him fairly, he is a wise lord. This is an order and must not be violated!”
“Yes! Your Majesty!”
With tears in his eyes, Yuwen Batian dropped the weapon in his hand and knelt while facing Yang Feng, silent.
The hundreds of imperial guard death warriors also dropped their weapons and knelt while facing Yang Feng, silent.
“Lord Demon Ancestor, you can take my life and the Great Zhou Empire. I will cooperate with you and issue an imperial decree for the remaining provinces to give up resistance and surrender to the Great Chu Empire. I ask that you be merciful and spare my wife and children, please!”
Wu Shanming released a long sigh, despair flashed in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng looked at Wu Shanming’s children. His eyes lit up at once, and he strode over to a beautiful and charming girl of about 15 or 16 years of age dressed in white, who has a pitiful expression on her face.
When Murong Qiang saw this, his eyes dimmed slightly: “Seventh princess!”
The eyes of Hu Yande and the other six or seven young imperial guard commanders darkened.
The charming girl of about 15 or 16 years old is Wu Meiying, the seventh princess of the Great Zhou Empire. She is recognized as the No. 1 beauty in the Great Zhou Empire’s aristocracy.
Wu Meiying bowed to Yang Feng. Determination flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she lifted her delicate and beautiful face and pleaded pitifully: “I, Meiying, greet you, Your Majesty Demon Ancestor. Please be merciful to my imperial father, imperial mother, and brothers and sisters. I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life, never to complain, Your Majesty Demon Ancestor.”
When Yang Feng figured out Wu Meiying’s aptitude, his eyes lit up, and he revealed a satisfied smile: “Intermediate level-8 soul aptitude, this world is really a treasure trove full of talents. However, the Heavenly Venerable didn’t even put such a talent under his command. It appears that there’s something wrong with him.”
In the world of Warlocks, intermediate level-8 soul aptitude is absolutely heaven-defying. Yang Feng has seen numerous talents to date. Yet only the loli Regina he gained in the Feisuo Plane has intermediate level-8 soul aptitude. As for superior level-8 soul aptitude, Yang Feng has only seen Shi Xue.
The gap between level-7 and level-8 soul aptitude is called the heaven-man boundary. Talents with level-8 soul aptitude can promote to Glorious Sun Warlocks without encountering any bottlenecks. Additionally, they have much higher probability to promote to Bright World Warlocks and Infinity Warlocks than ordinary Warlocks.
If Yang Feng is willing to spend a large amount of resources and put his heart into cultivating them, then as long as nothing unexpected happens, Regina and Wu Meiying can become Infinity Warlocks, or even Infinity Warlock who have formed a small world inside them.
Yang Feng uttered with a smile: “Okay, then from today on, you will be my subordinate. I will be lenient with your father and mother.”
Wu Meiying bowed and spoke with with joy: “Thank you for your benevolence, Your Majesty!”
“Thank you for you benevolence, Your Majesty!”
All the Wu Family members present bowed to Yang Feng and said with joy.
Yang Feng uttered with a smile: “Wu Shanming, take that thing out! I would like to meet the Heavenly Venerable of legend.”
“The Heavenly Venerable, that Heavenly Venerable of legend is still alive?”
“Impossible! The Heavenly Venerable is a character of the distant age of mythology. It has been hundreds of thousands of years since the age of mythology. How can he still be alive?”
“The Demon Ancestor wants to fight the Heavenly Venerable. In other words, he is also a Myth realm powerhouse!”
“According to legend, above the Martial Sage, there is Myth. I didn’t expect the legend to turn out to be true! Unexpectedly, there really are Myth realm powerhouses!”
“…”
The imperil guard commanders stared at Yang Feng with complicated looks in their eyes. Many people glanced at Wu Meiying with jealousy in their eyes.
Longevity is everyone’s dream. But in this world, no matter how powerful and wealthy you are, you can live to be 60 plus years old at most. There are very few people who can live to be 70 plus years.
If the Heavenly Venerable really exists, then he would have lived for hundreds of thousands of years. A living myth of longevity has presented itself before them. For Yang Feng to be able to oppose such a Myth realm character, he is naturally also a Myth realm powerhouse himself who grasps the secrets of longevity.
A peculiar expression appeared in Wu Meiying’s beautiful eyes.
Wu Shanming replied: “Your Majesty Demon Ancestor, the Heavenly Demon destroyed the statue that enables one to enter his domain.”
“He destroyed it? It seems that I need to put some work into it.”
Yang Feng clapped his hands, then the void twisted, and Void Assassins flew out and landed in front of Wu Shanming and his party.
The Void Assassins grabbed Wu Meiying and the other Wu Family members, then their engines roared, and they flew away.
“Murong Qiang! Take everyone to evacuate from the imperial palace at once! There may be danger here!”
Yang Feng left this sentence behind, and then took a step forward, blurred, and disappeared.
Murong Qiang ordered decisively: “Withdraw! Men, withdraw immediately!”
As soon as Yang Feng stepped into the imperial study, strange light flashed in his eyes, and he operated the Transcendent Pupils and looked around.
Thanks to the runes of the Transcendent Pupils, a weird distorted passage extending into the void appeared in the imperial study.
Yang Feng tore open a huge hole into the weird distorted passage, and strode inside.
The passage surged and roiled like some distorted maze. If an ordinary Warlock enters such a maze, they will get lost in it, never to come out.
Yang Feng’s Transcendent Pupils shone brightly, and he stepped on the correct nodes one after another and headed towards the end of the maze.
After a dozen breaths of time, a beautiful and brilliant palace appeared in front of him.
In that beautiful and brilliant palace, there sits a handsome middle-aged man dressed in a silver Warlock robe.
The handsome middle-aged man dressed in silver looked deeply at Yang Feng and said with a smile: “You are a Warlock?”
Yang Feng said indifferently: “Yes, I am a human Warlock from the Cangzhi Plane! Are you the Heavenly Venerable?”
The Heavenly Venerable replied with an an unwitting smile: “The Heavenly Venerable? That is the name that the ignorant natives of this world gave me. I am Gods’ Eyes, a vagabond Warlock of the Great Cloud Dynasty.”
The names of Warlocks have a wondrous power. Some Warlocks can even use the enemy’s name to curse them. Therefore, many Warlocks like to hide their real names and call themselves by different aliases.
Yang Feng spoke with a smile: “I am the Supreme Sword of the Great Cloud Dynasty’s Battle Demon Sect and the Demon Ancestor of this world! Gods Eyes, I’m rather curious, how can you live in this world for hundreds of thousands of years!”
An enigmatic ray flashed in the eyes of the Gods’ Eyes, and he replied with a smile: “Everyone has their secrets, and I am no different.”
Yang Feng said indifferently: “I like this world very much. However, I don’t want others to know of it. Gods’ Eyes, say, what choice would I make in this situation?”
The Gods’ Eyes answered with a calm look in his eyes: “According to the Warlock style of conduct, you would of course eliminate everyone in the know and take full control of this world.”
Yang Feng stared at Gods’ Eyes and said: “Indeed! I give you two choices. Either be my subordinate and hand over all your secrets, or die here. Which one do you choose?”
“I choose the third choice, and that is to kill you here!”
The eyes of the Gods’ Eyes suddenly brightened, and a violent fluctuation of power filled his body. 100 eyes appeared on his body, each of which released weird light and strengthened the power of his fleshly body.
