Soul Seed

Three months later, in the "God" VIP box on the Myriad Gods Tower, a sumptuous feast was laid out. The price of this meal was no less than that of the meal Yi Yun had eaten before.

Eight scantily clad Maidservant were serving around the table, some pouring wine, some serving tea, some fetching food, and some massaging shoulders and legs.

Feng Yunyang sat among the eight Maidservant, embracing them on both sides, enjoying their service to the fullest.

In front of him were several Personal Disciples. Although Feng Yunyang had been brutally beaten by Yi Yun and even lost an arm, he was still treated as Closed-Door Disciple by his ancestor. As a result, he was still worshipped and pampered by the major Lineage.

Feng Yunyang also enjoys these days. He rose from a small sect to his current status, and the huge leap in his identity and position brings him great satisfaction.

"Young Sect Master, Yi Yun has been confined to his quarters for almost half a year, and it seems he will remain so. This is clearly the Ancestor's punishment for Yi Yun, but it's too lenient."

Someone said, "Everyone knows that Yi Yun is a thorn in Feng Yunyang's side. If you want to befriend Feng Yunyang, it's inevitable that you'll have to step on Yi Yun a few times."

Upon hearing Yi Yun's name, Feng Yunyang frowned. He hated Yi Yun with a vengeance. If his master hadn't gone to great lengths to reattach his arm, it would have been useless.

"Hmph! My master has already collected a large number of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for me. In about a month, he will use these Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to make a medicinal liquid to cleanse my body. At that time, my strength will definitely increase by leaps and bounds. Yi Yun cut off my arm half a year ago. When I am fully powerful, I will cut off his limbs, cut off his nose and ears, and turn him into a human stick!"

Feng Yunyang had drunk half a jar of Immortal's Draught and was already somewhat tipsy. He was already arrogant, and after drinking the Immortal's Draught, he became even more outspoken.

"Oh? From what the Young Sect Master is saying, the materials on that list that the patriarch gave us half a year ago have all been collected?"

Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's words, everyone present couldn't help but recall the list that the ancestor had presented at the conference. The materials on that list were priceless, and finding them required not only a great deal of wealth but also a lot of luck.

Even for the Myriad Gods Ancestor, it would be extremely difficult for him to collect these materials on his own. That's why he offered a generous reward to mobilize hundreds of Lineage across Myriad Gods Ridge, encouraging them to use their Lineage connections to search for them.

With so many Lineage operating in Jinghai for countless years, they have a deep-rooted foundation and are incredibly efficient at finding things.

"We've collected most of them, but there are still some that we really can't find, and it seems there's no hope of finding them anytime soon. So, the Ancestor has already decided to start making the medicinal liquid."

Feng Yunyang said smugly, "So what if Yi Yun is strong? No matter how strong he is, he's still being ignored and confined. How can he compare to me? Once he succeeds in his body cleansing, it will be Yi Yun's end."

Feng Yunyang had already decided to kill Yi Yun. He could tell that the patriarch and the sect leader disliked Yi Yun very much, even to the point of hating him.

The initial reason for confining Yi Yun was probably because he was afraid that Yi Yun would grow up and take revenge on Myriad Gods Ridge. In this way, even if he killed Yi Yun, he would not be blamed by the patriarch and the sect leader, and it would even put their minds at ease.

Thinking of this, Feng Yunyang became even more smug.

Killing Yi Yun would rid him of his inner demons, wipe away his shame, and a bright future awaited him. He would truly be able to control the world, manipulate events, possess countless beauties, and enjoy a lifespan of tens of millions of years. The ultimate life could not be more than this!

"Young Sect Master is truly blessed to be so highly regarded by the Ancestor; we are all extremely envious."

The crowd present said sourly. They knew that Feng Yunyang's talent was good, but he was only better than them. He was still far inferior to a prodigy like Yi Yun. It was not worth the ancestor spending so much to cultivate him. Such treatment was so enviable that it made them collapse!

Actually, there were rumors a few months ago that Feng Yunyang was the patriarch's illegitimate son!

The ancestor has established Myriad Gods Ridge for so many years, and there has never been any news of him having any offspring, not even a woman by his side.

Some speculate that the ancestor's cultivation method was so strange that it turned him into a virgin, making it impossible for him to have children. Feng Yunyang, on the other hand, may have been an illegitimate child he had obtained with great difficulty through some special method when his lifespan was about to end, which is why he was treated so well. Otherwise, it is hard to explain.

If that's the case, then no matter what treatment Feng Yunyang receives, people will have nothing to say.

Feng Yunyang was well aware of what everyone was thinking, and Feng Yunyang was quite pleased with their envious and jealous gazes.

Just then, Feng Yunyang's disciple token lit up, and the patriarch transmitted a message!

Upon hearing the message, Feng Yunyang's expression changed. "I have something to do, I'll be going now, you guys eat!"

As he spoke, Feng Yunyang vanished from Myriad Gods Ridge in a flash.

Although Feng Yunyang was indulging in pleasure, he still knew what was important. The ancestor had given him all of this, and he had to do everything the ancestor instructed him to do immediately.

Just a quarter of an hour later, Feng Yunyang arrived at the secluded cultivation place of the Myriad Gods Ancestor.

"Master!"

Feng Yunyang performed the master-disciple ceremony, showing utmost respect to the old man, even though deep down he might not have desired the existence of someone who could arbitrarily control his destiny.

"I called you here to plant Soul Seed in you."

The Red-robed Boy spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Planted again? It's only been eighteen days."

The Soul Seed is a method of cultivating the Divine Soul that the Myriad Gods Ancestor comprehended. Previously, it was planted once every eighty-one days, then every forty-nine days, then every thirty-six days, and now only eighteen days have passed since the last Soul Seed was planted.

By now, Feng Yunyang has planted more than thirty Soul Seed.

Each time Feng Yunyang the baptism of the Soul Seed, his soul strength would increase significantly, which gradually dispelled many of the doubts in his heart.

The requirement to Soul Seed demanded that Feng Yunyang not resist in any way and must do so willingly. At first, Feng Yunyang had some doubts, but thinking that he was just a junior and there was nothing that could be taken advantage of, he felt relieved. Especially after the ancestor spent so many resources on him and publicly announced him as the next successor to the sect leader, he became more and more convinced of the Myriad Gods Ancestor.

As the Red-robed Boy formed a hand seal, a wisp of gray energy shot out from his fingertips and entered Feng Yunyang's brow.

Feng Yunyang's body trembled violently, his face turned slightly pale, and then the pain in his soul sea lasted for a full quarter of an hour before he slowly recovered.

Each time Soul Seed, there is this kind of pain emanating from the soul, and each time it is more intense than the last. According to the ancestor, this is a natural reaction that occurs as the cultivation method becomes deeper and deeper.

Although Feng Yunyang had some doubts, he had already practiced for so long that there was no turning back; he could only go all the way down this path.

"That's about enough," the Red-robed Boy said slowly, his voice as soft as that of an old man nearing his end.

"Probably tomorrow, I'll give you a bath."

Upon hearing the ancestor's words, Feng Yunyang was both surprised and delighted, "So fast!?"

"Yes, the bathing medicine is sufficient; there's no need to wait any longer."