The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Han Zhiju, Gongsun Qianlv, Yan Beigu, Qiu Tan, and Yu Daxiong who were sent flying had already arrived beside Feng Ting. Their gazes towards Feng Ting revealed incomparable admiration.

If Feng Ting had not forcefully pushed them out of the array, they would have been crippled or dead. They thought that Feng Ting would definitely die, but they never expected that he would still be alive. Judging from his appearance, his four limbs were still in good condition, and he didn't seem to be crippled at all. However, looking at his expression and sensing his meridians, his injuries were obviously very serious. It was already an absolute miracle that he could still stand.

Li Wan who looked like she was going crazy and was about to charge over, silently left at this moment. When she was returning to the forest, she subconsciously looked towards Gu Yinglong who was not far away. He clearly remembered that Xue Xiao, who had injured him, was carrying this person by his side.

Returning to her parents' side, Li Wan once again cast her gaze onto the col, then looked towards the youth carrying the black umbrella.

"How are my grades?" Feng Ting looked at He Jinpeng.

"Announce the results of the formation before playing tomorrow." He Jinpeng seemed to be saying these words to Feng Ting, and also seemed to be saying these words to everyone.

Hearing that, Feng Ting's face became serious, revealing a trace of coldness, but he only smiled. Without saying anything, he walked straight towards the people of Heavenly Book City.

Gongsun Qianlv, Han Zhiju, Yan Beigu, Yu Daxiong, Qiu Tan and the rest were not as carefree as the three, they bowed to Twelve Powerhouses and He Jinpeng, and then followed Feng Ting.

Twelve Powerhouses was at a loss as he watched Feng Ting's back. They did not complete the task they had been given, and they did not know what the problem was.

Until Feng Ting entered the forest, the twelve of them bade farewell to him and left.

He Jinpeng slowly turned his head, he looked at the people of Heavenly Book City with a serious expression, and only after the people of Heavenly Book City got on the carriage, did he fly away. He flew straight towards the Returning Peak, where the Sect Master lived.

Before long, the Return Peak was right in front of He Jinpeng. As the sect master's disciple, he didn't even need to report before he arrived at the entrance of the Blue Spirit Hall.

When the disciples guarding outside the hall saw He Jinpeng, they bowed and saluted. He Jinpeng was the controller of the Grand Cloud Conference and would report to the sect master about it in the next two days.

He Jinpeng walked into the Blue Spirit Palace and saw his sect master sitting on a throne, waiting for him. Although the old man dressed in the golden cannon looked calm, even He Jinpeng, who was a high grade Ranker, felt a strong sense of pressure.

He bowed and stepped forward, "Disciple greets Master."

"Yes." The sect master looked at He Jinpeng and replied calmly.

He Jinpeng raised his head, looked at the Sovereign, and said, "The formation competition is over."

"Yes." Sect Master looked down at He Jinpeng, waiting for his report.

He Jinpeng didn't dare meet Sect Master's gaze, and said in a suppressed voice, "Ying Long's formation is very strong."

"How is Feng Ting?" The Sect Leader obviously did not want to drag this on any longer.

"Feng Ting... "A bit stronger." He Jinpeng said somewhat helplessly.

"Feng Ting is stronger?" The grand master's expression was dark, obviously surprised.

"Yes, only after Feng Ting and the other six have set up the array and forced the junior brothers of Imperial Hall to use their Heavenly Thunder Array, can they break Feng Ting's array." He Jinpeng replied.

When the Sect Leader heard this, his square face revealed a hint of surprise, this was clearly something he did not expect.

He Jinpeng continued: "Although Feng Ting's injuries are not light, he can still leave by himself."

"Leave alone!" The Sect Leader raised his hand and touched the armrest of the throne.

He Jinpeng did not dare face the Sect Master anymore as he lowered his head.

After a while, the Sect Leader said, "Do you think he will still participate in tomorrow's game?"

"I think he will." He Jinpeng replied.

Just then, a gatekeeper disciple walked in and reported to the sect master, saying that Gu Yinglong requested an audience.

The Sect Leader's expression immediately revealed joy, and let Gu Yinglong in.

He Jinpeng was actually a little envious of the Sect Leader for doting Gu Yinglong so much, but he could understand why. Gu Yinglong was only twenty-five, but he had just stepped over the threshold of dangling lake and became its Primary Grade. Such an extraordinary performance was truly worthy of anyone's love.

After waiting for a while, Gu Yinglong's handsome figure walked in and bowed: "Greetings sect master."

"You saw Feng Ting?" The sect master looked at Gu Yinglong with an even warmer expression than before.

"I saw it."

"What do you think of him?"

"Not bad, but..." In the end, he is still a martial cultivator. " Gu Yinglong's tone revealed a little pride.

The Sect Master paused before saying, "Although he is a cultivator, he has already won two consecutive rounds."

Hearing that, Gu Yinglong's face changed slightly, and he looked down. He also could not understand, and even more so could not accept.

The Sect Leader continued, "If he really is a martial cultivator, I'm afraid this East of the Sea Area will not be able to contain him."

Gu Yinglong frowned, he did not understand what the Sect Leader meant.

However, He Jinpeng, who was at the side, understood that the Sect Master's meaning was very obvious. Feng Ting had an extraordinary talent, if he was a spirit cultivator, his name would definitely shake the entire Ling Wu Star Region. However, looking at Gu Yinglong's expression, he obviously did not understand what the Sect Master meant.

Although He Jinpeng admired Gu Yinglong's talent, he still sometimes felt that the young were a little too confident and proud. If someone was praising someone in front of him, he would be displeased. This type of attitude did not allow others to like him.

The Sect Master saw that Gu Yinglong was silent, and said: "Go back, and prepare well for tomorrow's match."

"Yes, Sovereign." Gu Yinglong replied and left the hall.

The Sect Master once again shifted his gaze to He Jinpeng and asked, "What do you think the outcome will be tomorrow?"

When He Jinpeng heard this, he immediately lowered his head and said: "I think that Ying Long will definitely be the champion."

After the sect master heard this, he paused for a moment before saying, "Go and see Feng Ting."

"Yes, Sovereign." Of course, He Jinpeng understood what that meant.

"Go."

"Yes, Sect Leader. I'll take my leave first." He Jinpeng said as he left.

He knew that the sect master was still waiting for him to be notified, so he immediately went to functional hall.

Before long, he arrived at functional hall. Although his position was lower than the functional hall's master's, no one dared to look down on him because he was someone close to the sect master.

When the disciples of the functional hall saw him, there was no need to report to him, they directly brought him to the most remote courtyard. He hoped to see a heavily injured Feng Ting, so that he could directly leave Feng Ting behind. The mission given to the Grand Cloud Conference this time, was more than half completed.

Entering the courtyard, he saw 12 Golden Scaled Carriage s and also saw the few youths from Heavenly Book City. However, he did not see Feng Ting. Looks like even if Feng Ting wasn't crippled, he would still be unable to get up.

Seeing He Jinpeng, Han Zhiju immediately went forward and greeted him: "Greetings, senior."

"How is Feng Ting?" He Jinpeng asked.

"He … "It's not very comfortable." The only thing Han Zhiju could say was this. He wasn't too sure either.

"Where is he?" He Jinpeng asked casually.

"In the car." Han Zhiju said as he walked towards Feng Ting's carriage.

Before the two of them reached the carriage, the door opened and a tall and handsome youth alighted from it. Although his face was somewhat pale, it was definitely not a sick person.

He Jinpeng's heart trembled, he thought that he was seeing things.

"Greetings, senior." Feng Ting also politely greeted him.

"You … It's fine now? " When He Jinpeng tried to sense it slightly, he discovered that Feng Ting's Jing and Mai injuries had actually healed by a lot, and his innards injuries had actually healed by a lot.

Feng Ting smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, senior. I should be able to participate in tomorrow's competition."

"That's good."

On the surface, He Jinpeng was calm, but in his heart, he could not believe it. He remembered very clearly that two hours ago, this youth was already in a precarious situation. Even if he could survive, even if he didn't have a disability, an injury to his meridians and stomach would only take a year or two.

"Senior, if there's nothing else, I would like to take a rest." Feng Ting said.

"You rest, I'll be leaving first." He Jinpeng said.

"My apologies." After Feng Ting finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the carriage.

He Jinpeng bid farewell to the crowd, left the secluded courtyard, and headed straight for the Returning Peak. As he flew, he thought, how could Feng Ting be so unharmed? Could it be that he wasn't injured at all before?

How could this be? Not to mention that Feng Ting was just a young cultivator, even if he were to use the dangling lake's high grade, it would be extremely difficult for him to defend against the The Twelve Great Experts of the Imperial Hall's Heavenly Thunder Array's attack.

Before long, He Jinpeng entered the Blue Spirit Hall on the Returning Peak, where the sect master was still present. He stepped forward to pay his respects, then said, "Sect Master, this disciple has gone to meet Feng Ting. His injuries don't seem to be as severe as they seem to be."

"Will he be able to play chess tomorrow?" The Sect Leader asked.

"He said he would." He Jinpeng replied.

The Sect Leader's white brows slightly twitched as he said, "This youth is indeed different."

"Yes, his mind doesn't quite match his age."

"What about strength?" The Sect Leader asked.

He Jinpeng paused for a moment before replying, "He has already displayed extraordinary talent in alchemy and formation."

"I'm talking about chess."

He Jinpeng hurriedly answered: "He is after all, a martial cultivator, even if his skills in alchemy and formations are not ordinary, but he fights in one-on-one combat against chess, no matter how extraordinary he is, it's still very difficult for him to do anything."

The Sect Master looked at He Jinpeng, his calm eyes revealing the feeling of being scrutinized.

He Jinpeng was extremely uneasy being looked at. He felt that the sect master was not looking at him, but Feng Ting.

"Didn't those people from the Heavenly Book City want to see Feng Ting? Let them go. " The Sect Leader suddenly said.

"Yes." He Jinpeng did not understand why the sect master suddenly changed his mind, but since the sect leader had ordered this, he naturally did not object.

"Go."

"Grand master, I'm leaving."

He Jinpeng left the room.

In the huge hall, only the Sect Leader was left. He quietly sat on the throne, his golden robe as noble and heavy as a statue's.