Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

Chapter 1300: Heavenly Lord Ling Feng

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

After making preparations in town, Hong Dali and the group prepared to move out towards Wushen Palace.

After leaving town, they walked towards the southeast direction. After crossing the border 30 miles away from town, they would be entering the territory of Wushen Palace. Along the way, more and more martial artists coming from everywhere gathered together. At the start, there were only tens of them, but they encountered more and more as they walked forward. By the time they entered the small path in the forest, there were camps of marts artists every few hundred meters or so. Added up together, they were probably 10,000 people or so.

This time’s event of encircling Wushen Palace was probably one of the biggest events in the Pugilistic World for the past few years. As he walked, Hong Dali looked around, calculating in his heart. According to this scale, when they reached Wushen Palace, it would probably not be easy to solve the matter.

“This Ling Feng is indeed quite bold.” The Goddess of Wisdom saw a lot of things before. This time, seeing such a situation, she secretly wiped her sweat for Ling Feng too. “Facing so many people, he actually didn’t go into hiding.”

“Looks like Brother Tang Zhen’s sect’s successors are indeed all very awesome.” Hong Dali was quite amazed too. Originally, he thought that even if the people in the Pugilistic World had arranged something beforehand, there shouldn’t have been so many people...

As they continued and passed through the forest, then climbed seven or eight hundred steps, their view suddenly opened up. An enormous platform appeared in front of Hong Dali’s eyes.

The platform was filled with people standing on it, at least three or four thousand of them. However, the platform was really too big. Even with this many people, the platform didn’t feel crowded at all.

The platform seemed to be made from large stones. On two sides of the platform were stone walls, and the door of the palace was made of large stones. A large slate on the door had the big words “Wushen Palace” written on it.

The buildings looked quite ancient. The most spectacular was the palace door—it was made entirely by stacking three large stones together, each looking to weigh at least 5,000 kilograms.

“Oh my, impressive. Being able to build such an entrance in this world, this Wushen Palace is indeed quite impressive.” This Martial Arts-type world was different from Hong Dali’s original world. He had no idea how these 5,000-kilogram boulders were stacked together.

Currently, the crowd gathered on the platform with weapons in their hands, looking towards the palace entrance.

The main palace building was made from wood, about 30 meters high, had five levels, and looked quite spectacular. However, the entrance was closed now, so they couldn’t look inside. However, for such a large palace, there wasn’t anyone here, not even a servant to sweep the floor.

Hong Dali pulled Hu Ziming towards him and softly asked, “Brother Hu, this Wushen Palace is so big, but it doesn’t even have a servant?”

Hu Ziming sighed and said, “Brother Dali, you don’t understand. There are 36 Heavenly Caves and 72 Blessed Lands in the world, and Wushen Palace occupied two Heavenly Caves and six Blessed Lands. Throughout history, this was the highest sacred ground of the Pugilistic World. But at the same time, it’s well-known that Wushen Palace doesn’t easily accept people inside. I reckon there are only three people—the master, the disciple, and the servant. For this generation, Heavenly Lord Ling Feng’s master has already ascended, so only he and a servant remain. If not...” Hu Ziming looked around and softly said, “If not, even if the amount of people here is multiplied by 10, they also probably won’t have the guts to come here and fight against Wushen Palace.”

Hong Dali didn’t care about other things, but the ascending that Hu Ziming mentioned grabbed his attention. “Ascend? He became a deity?”

“Not really.” Hu Ziming shook his head and said, “Wushen Palace’s Peerless Martial Art ‘Primordial Blood Emperor Log’, when practiced to the highest level, the practitioner can ascend in broad daylight. As for where the person actually goes to, no one knows. Basically, it’s extremely impressive. According to legend, it seemed to be similar to becoming a deity. But it’s a pity that this ‘Primordial Blood Emperor Log’ has gone missing a long time ago and no one has ever seen it again, sigh.” As he spoke up to this point, this point was full of melancholy.

Now that he said it this way, Hong Dali instantly understood. Simply put, this was about the same as Earth.

Practicing “Primordial Blood Emperor Log” to a certain standard would enable the person to enter the next world, which was akin to Hong Dali moving from Earth to Milky Way Alliance—if not, Yun Qingfeng would probably not have been able to participate in the Dimensional War.

The problem now was that Hong Dali knew how to practice the “Primordial Blood Emperor Log”...

While Hong Dali was softly speaking with Hu Ziming, the people on the other side had already gathered together. As much as 10,000 people were gathered on the platform. Seven or eight leaders instantly walked out and stood at the front of everyone, shouting loudly towards the entrance:

“Ling Feng, come out and die!”

“Ling Feng, you have committed too many evil deeds. What are you waiting for, hurry up and come out now!”

“Ling Feng, Wushen Palace’s legacy of 10,000 years is going to be ruined in your hands. If you quickly come out and die, we can still leave you a full corpse. At least Wushen Palace won’t be burned to the ground!”

“That’s right. Ling Feng, if you come out yourself and die, you will live up to your name as Heavenly Lord. At least you will die a bit more heroic. Don’t let yourself end up with a stained name!”

A series of angry clamors came from the crowd, but none of them led the way and charge inside Wushen Palace, which was only a hundred meters away from them.

Because no one dared to do so.

The hunter would shoot the bird that stuck out. The first one to barge in would definitely receive the wrath of the Heavenly Lord and be ripped apart.

After these people finished shouting, the entire scene went quiet, waiting for Wushen Palace’s response.

“Boom!” At this moment, Wushen Palace’s front door slowly opened.

A person slowly walked out.

He had long black hair hanging on his shoulder, wore deep purple clothing, and a black cloak fluttered in the wind behind him. With just one look, Hong Dali knew that this person was definitely the Heavenly Lord, Ling Feng.

His dressing was practically the same as how Tang Zhen dressed—from this, it could be seen that this Ling Feng definitely looked up to Tang Zhen as his idol.

Thinking up to this point, Hong Dali was even more curious now—would this type of person actually do something like massacring an entire village?

But no matter what it was, with Tang Zhen’s relationship with Hong Dali, this Ling Feng would have to address Hong Dali as Great-great-great... Not sure how many generations great-uncle. Therefore, he had to help Ling Feng today no matter what.

“You guys sound really confident.” Ling Feng stepped forward. His movement seemed extremely slow, but it was as if he was stepping on everyone’s heart.

His feet landed.

The entire world seemed to shake.

Everyone was unable to stand firm and felt their legs floating, looking at each other in shock.

In the entire place, only one or two people were not affected.

The originally noisy platform instantly went still.

Ling Feng looked at the 10,000 or so people here, smiled coldly, and said, “I haven’t entered the Pugilistic World for 40 years, so you guys think that my Wushen Palace doesn’t have anyone capable of defending it?”

His words vibrated through the sky and an enormous pressure radiated from him. The air instantly felt like a sticky slough. Some weaker disciples weren’t even able to withstand the might of his words and fell onto the ground with foam coming out of their mouths.

Indeed living up to his name. Once Ling Feng entered the stage, his aura instantly suppressed everyone. The might of the Heavenly Lord was obvious.

Hong Dali beamed with delight and said, “Although not comparable to Tang Zhen, his aura is indeed similar to Tang Zhen’s. This small nephew of mine is indeed quite good-looking.”

Since these people from the various sects dared to come here, they naturally wouldn’t be frightened away by this. A person carrying a sword and looking to be about 50 or so said, “Ling Feng, the 156 villagers of Tong Cheng Village were killed in a single night. Are you the one who committed such an evil deed?”

Their purpose here was to kill the Heavenly Lord under the name of heaven and punish him. Therefore, in order to invoke everyone to oppose Ling Feng, he instantly asked about this evil act.

Ling Feng insipidly looked at this person and smiled in disdain. He insipidly said, “Your words sound strong, but your lower body isn’t stable, the energy in your temple meridian isn’t stable, the meridian on the top of your head is distinctly red. Your ‘Enormous Spiritual Sword Log’ has only reached level seven and you dare to shout at me, what a joke. But I wonder how are you related to the Spiritual Sword, Yan Chengping?”

The “Enormous Spiritual Sword Log” that this person practiced had nine levels, and those who could reach level seven like him could already be considered to be very talented. This person had always regarded this as his trump card, but he didn’t expect that Ling Feng saw through him immediately. Instantly, his face turned slightly white. His heart perturbed and voice shaking, he said, “I’m Yan Lingxing. Yan Chengping... is my father.”

“You’re not worthy of succeeding him.” Leaving these saddening words, he laughed and said, “If you want to blame someone, it’s easy to find faults and reasons. Since you say that I did it, then so be it. So what?”

Another person asked, “The 76 people of the Shi Fang Clan were completely annihilated, are you the one who did it!?”

Ling Feng humphed and coldly said, “If you say it’s me, then it’s me!”

“Old Liu from Xi He Province was a kind person who helped many people, but he was secretly assassinated. Are you the culprit?”

“Yes.”

“Because of the flood at Ding Xiang Province, all of the harvests were destroyed. Official He opened the storage to release rations to the commoners, but he was killed on the day of release. Are you the culprit?”

“Yes!”

By now, the people on the platform were all greatly angered. That person still wanted to ask some more, but Ling Feng impatiently said, “No matter how many crimes there are, just count it on my head. Why the need to waste time and find so many excuses? It isn’t a secret that you guys covet after the three secret manuals of Wushen Palace. If you guys want to fight, then come. Don’t waste time.”

Speaking up to this point, Hong Dali finally understood that these people were using justice as a pretense to snatch secret manuals, but they made it sound very righteous and glorious. He instantly pulled the Goddess of Wisdom forward with him and grinned towards Ling Feng, then said, “Hello, Little Brother Ling Feng. Hehe, my name is Hong Dali. I wonder if you know who Old Brother Tang, Tang Zhen, is?”

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