Destined Martial Lord

Wu Feng could be said to be overwhelmed by the unexpected favor. He hurriedly came to King Qing from a corner, and Ye Fan greeted him with a smile before walking to the side to chat with Xi Men Xue.

After all, they, young people, had many common topics to talk about. It was impossible to be together with the King of Qing, as they were too restrained in their speech.

Afterwards, the celebratory feast officially started. Xi Men Yu and Feng Xue introduced the other people who had returned alive from the Hegemonical Battlefield. However, everyone's attention was still on Ye Fan. There were constantly people who came to drink with him in order to get to know him.

Even if they couldn't successfully befriend each other, at the very least, they would be able to get to know each other, so it wouldn't be too awkward for them to meet in the future.

However, he didn't know what to say. With so many people coming to drink with him, he could only remember a few. He didn't remember any of them at all.

As Ye Fan's Master, as well as the Sect Master of the Mysterious Sky Sect, Wu Feng was surrounded like a moon surrounded by stars at the venue.

Many celebrities from the Clear Water City surrounded him. They especially paid their respects to the people who had once treated Wu Feng coldly.

The banquet was very lively and lasted all the way until late at night. Other than the special request from Ye Fan and the others, King Qing had also bestowed a large amount of spirit materials and treasures.

In the next two days, the threshold of the Jadewater Courtyard was almost trampled flat by people. Those who came were all famous people from the Jadewater Gardens and they all brought gifts to Wu Feng and Ye Fan.

Since he couldn't be bothered to entertain them, Wu Feng would do it on his behalf. Wu Feng was very good at this sort of thing and had always been concerned about it. After two days, it was like he had just received a gift and his hands had gone soft. This kind of treatment had never happened before.

Xi Men Yu also traveled to the Jadewater Courtyard quite frequently. When he arrived, he would chat with Ye Fan, not even bothering to talk about anything else. However, Ye Fan could feel that Xi Men Feng Xue was trying to win him over, and at the same time, he was trying to rope in the Mysterious Sky Sect.

This was related to the fight for the throne. In the past, the disciples of the Mysterious Sky Sect had never looked upon him with contempt, but now, it was different. Ye Fan was stronger than the heaven's pride level experts of his generation, and he could definitely lead the Mysterious Sky Sect to greatness and become a force to be reckoned with.

However, Ye Fan didn't express his opinion regarding this matter. After all, the time that they had spent together wasn't long, so Ye Fan still didn't know much about the true character and character of Ximen Fengxue.

It was impossible for him to support a person with ill intentions to ascend to the throne. That would only bring disaster to the commoners and cultivators within the fief.

On the third day, Wu Feng took Ye Fan and the others to bid farewell to the King of Qing. After all, the Li Sect had been here for so long, so it was time for them to return.

The King of Qing enthusiastically set up a farewell banquet for them. Afterwards, he sent Xi Men Xue to send Ye Fan and the others out of the Jadewater City.

"This was given to you by my father. He said that he can only get these two official slots. As for how the slots are allocated, that will be up to you."

Outside of Jadewater City, Ximen Fengxue handed over an envelope to Ye Fan.

"Two official placings, then are there any slots for further training?"

Ye Fan received the envelope and took a look at it. Inside were two token-like items. It seemed that these were the so-called official admission tickets.

However, you should also know that these sects, including the Green Blue Sect, have paid a huge price. Each of them have also proposed to go to the Green Cloud Sect to train.

Xi Men Yu said with a sigh.

Ye Fan nodded his head. It was already the limit for an official quota of ten or even a hundred slots. Now that the king had given him two slots, he really couldn't ask for too many.

After all, from the perspective of the king, things were balanced. All sects and powers within the territory had to be rewarded for their meritorious deeds and could not be treated with favouritism.

"Young Master Blowing Snow, we'll meet again if fate allows it!"

Ye Fan bid his farewells to Xi Men Xue. Afterwards, the disciples of the Mysterious Sky Sect stepped onto the teleportation formation.

"We'll meet again soon."

Xi Men Yu said in a low voice as he watched the crowd disappear into the teleportation circle.

The teleportation portal couldn't directly connect them to the Profound Heaven Sect, so it took them another two days to get back to the sect.

The elders of the Mysterious Sky Sect had received the news in advance. The protector elders led the disciples of the inner and outer sects to welcome the heroes of the Mysterious Sky Sect back.

"Humph!" "I never thought that Ye Fan would actually be so amazing. He actually really did get his hands on an Overlord's Sword!"

A blue-clothed Huang Fist said to a violet-clothed youth beside him.

This violet-clothed youth had a handsome face and a pair of cold eyes. He was one of the three prodigies of the inner court, Ximen Bo, the sworn brother of Huang Fist.

"This Ye Fan does indeed have some ability, but I've heard some inside information about him. He controlled everyone's soul aura, which is why he obtained the Tyrant's Sword." "He didn't do it himself. He was just playing a little trick on us."

Xi Men Bo said with a smile.

"So what if he really has the power to suppress heroes? The participants were only people of the younger generation, and could not represent the highest combat strength of the various sects. Just like how Ye Fan can't represent the highest level of combat power in the Profound Heaven Sect. "

Another black robed young man said coldly. This young man had wheat colored skin and his face didn't have any expression, just like an ice mountain that wouldn't melt even after ten thousand years.