The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

At the back of North Rock Peak.

Feng Ting quietly looked at the pig s and medicinal cattle s who were eating the grass in the forest.

"Junior Brother... This is bad! "

Suddenly, a loud shout came out, Feng Ting turned his head and saw his senior brother Li Yuan running towards him in panic.

"Junior Brother, Master came back from the Old Master's place. I heard that you didn't join the Entrance Examination and wanted to beat you to death!"

"Don't worry senior apprentice-brother, I won't die."

Seeing that Feng Ting was still acting as if he did not care, Li Yuan made a bitter face: "Junior Brother, you've caused trouble this time … It's a little big! It's better to avoid them. "

"Where can he hide!"

Following the voice, a tall figure arrived like the wind, standing in front of Feng Ting and Li Yuan like a mountain.

"Greetings, Master."

Li Yuan felt his master's anger, so much that he did not even dare to breathe loudly.

"Father." Feng Ting also bowed.

Feng Xing asked as he forcefully suppressed his anger: "Feng Ting, why didn't you participate in the Entrance Examination s?"

"Father, I just want to be a martial cultivator in peace. I don't want to enter the Grimoire Pavilion."

"Bastard!"

Anger struck Feng Xing right in the heart. He waved his hand and struck out.

As if he had already expected that his father would be angry, Feng Ting fiercely retreated to the side, avoiding the slap.

Li Yuan also flew up and shielded Feng Xing: "Master, don't be angry, this Junior Brother was just muddle-headed."

At this time, another five disciples rushed over and surrounded the group of people.

"Master, please calm your anger …"

"Junior Brother is not sensible, Master should never vent his anger on him."

The seniors and juniors stopped Feng Xing and tried to persuade him, afraid that he would accidentally hurt Feng Ting.

Although they were acting in defense of Feng Ting, they still did not completely understand the recent actions of the Junior Brother.

Don't like Grimoire Pavilion?

Just want to be a martial cultivator at ease?

Are these the words of a person!?

That Grimoire Pavilion was the most sacred place in the entire Night Sea Sect. Every year, only the fifty most talented disciples in the entire sect were allowed to take the exams, and only the top three were allowed to train in the Grimoire Pavilion.

On the other hand, disciples who entered the Grimoire Pavilion had half a chance of becoming Spirit Cultivator that everyone admired and admired.

The word Spirit Cultivator didn't just represent one's identity and status, it also carried a sacred meaning.

Although the Spirit Cultivator also started out as a martial cultivator, there was no such thing as a martial cultivator in this world.

There were only three realms of cultivation, warriors, Sculptor, and Fighting King.

As a stepping stone for cultivation, as long as one was able to channel spirit energy into the Spiritual Sea, one would be able to step into the ranks of Spirit Cultivator s and become a Spirit Cultivator in the Kaiyuan realm.

Only those trash who could not channel their spirits into the sea would choose to continue cultivating after breaking through the Sculptor realm, but they would only stop at the Fighting King Realm.

And as a Spirit Cultivator, the Kaiyuan realm had only just begun. After that, there were still the dissolving blade, nether cave, and Purple Mansion … Several levels.

It was far from something a martial cultivator of the Fighting King Realm could compare to.

To put it bluntly, martial cultivation was only a transitional stage for spirit cultivation. Anyone who dared to claim that they were martial cultivator would truly be a joke.

But now, the Junior Brother actually said he wanted to be at ease. Moreover, he even said it brazenly, as if he had complete confidence.

Although they were equally surprised, Li Yuan and the other disciples still forced themselves to persuade Feng Ting: "Junior Brother, apologize to Master. You can still participate in the Entrance Examination two years later."

Feng Ting, however, shook his head, and said to Feng Xing: "Father doesn't need to care about me, just let me stay behind in the back mountain to raise pigs and set cows."

Hearing this, Feng Xing's face turned even more ashen.

Since Feng Ting was young, even though he was mischievous, he could still be considered to have listened to his father's words.

Furthermore, her talent in cultivation was extraordinary and she was hardworking. Her future achievements would definitely not be limited to the Night Sea Sect.

But a month ago, Feng Ting's personality suddenly changed, he was unable to live in peace. Coming to porcine bovine forest, it was one thing for him to be together with these beasts all day, but he did not even participate in Entrance Examination s, and had to abandon his spirit cultivation.

Thinking to this point, Feng Xing felt as if his heart had been cut by a knife. He pointed at Feng Ting in disappointment, and said word by word, "Alright. From now on, you will always be in the company of these beasts! You are never to enter the Beiwu Hall again. "

Feng Ting bowed and said, "Thank you, father."

"I don't have a son like you!"

Feng Xing flew up with a burst of anger, and he disappeared from the mountaintop in a short while.

The disciples had never seen their master so murderous. Just now, they were all silent, afraid that he would kill Junior Brother.

After the departure of Solewind, the worried hearts of his fellow brothers were finally at ease.

Li Yuan walked closer to Feng Ting, and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother, why must you suffer like this, do you know how disappointed Master is?"

Feng Ting gave a bland smile and said in a low voice, "In the future, he will know to forgive me. At that time, you will all understand that martial cultivator is actually not so weak …"

Li Yuan did not even hear what Feng Ting said, and helplessly sighed: "Junior Brother, you should know, cultivation is what you should pursue. You are the most talented out of all of the disciples, if you enter the Grimoire Pavilion one day earlier, you can become a powerful Spirit Cultivator one day earlier!"

Feng Ting laughed: "Forget it, senior brother, there is no need to persuade me anymore. Right now, I just want to be a martial cultivator at ease."

Li Yuan was completely speechless. He was worried that if he stayed here any longer, he would also be angered to death. Helpless, he said: "Then senior brother will go back first.

"Junior Brother, we're leaving too. Take care of yourself!"

The other five senior and junior brothers also bid farewell to Feng Ting in disappointment.

There was less than one person who could become the Spirit Cultivator. The Junior Brother originally had this opportunity and potential, but he actually gave up on his own initiative and chose to cultivate, becoming trash with no future.

They couldn't understand it, and they couldn't accept it.

Just as they were about to leave the back mountain, everyone turned around to look.

Under the warm sunlight, the handsome teenager stood there indifferently, exuding a calmness and carefreeness that did not match with his age.

Although Junior Brother made an extremely foolish decision today, why does it seem like he has matured a lot?

Seeing that his senior brothers were looking at him with suspicion, Feng Ting smiled slightly: "Senior brothers, I'll be taking my leave."

Everyone shook their heads helplessly and left in disappointment.

He naturally had his own plans and plans as to why he did not participate in the Entrance Examination and chose to cultivate instead of spirit, but he could not tell his father the truth and even more so could not allow his father to live in fear with him.

Because the current him was no longer that sixteen year old youth from one month ago.

The current him was already an eighth lifetime old, yet in his ninth life, he was reborn back to this very first life, the Thunderbolt Demon Sovereign.