The Little Prostitute Who Was the Ancestor's Favorite

The sect leader's order had been issued. All disciples were required to emulate the "Seven Dungeons Merchant Guild" style.

The disciples of the Heavenly Emperor Palace, Starry Splendor Palace, and the three palaces and four halls below them were all diligently competing to keep up.

Meanwhile, the young master of the Seven Dungeons Aristocratic Family, Feng Yuyan, was observing the situation with a sense of detachment.

As a young master of the Tang Dynasty City, how could he possibly think of the methods of the Tang Dynasty's downfall?

However, among the two great guards of the Seven Dungeons Aristocratic Family, Feng Yuyan unexpectedly arrived at Tang Dynasty City.

Through the passionate love story, he quickly learned that the person they were looking for, the young disciple, seemed to be a disciple who had just emerged from the Tang Dynasty Academy.

Moreover, this disciple was not bad. Six days ago, this disciple was the Ice Phoenix, currently sixteen years old.

This series of information made Feng Yuyan and the Feng family behind him somewhat shocked.

Sixteen years old and could already cultivate the Ice Phoenix? The Feng family's Heavenly Emperor was truly a demon!

"Arrange it. I want to meet this little friend."

"Young Master, this person can definitely be brought into the sect."

Feng Yuyan said with a smile.

"This young disciple is quite talented. And his innate talent is not bad either. If he joins the sect, his future achievements in cultivation will be very promising."

Feng Yuyan smiled and nodded, deeply agreeing.

At this time, the Tang Dynasty Academy's Vice Dean came out.

A young man with a tall and thin figure blocked the path of the three people, Feng Yuyan. He immediately stepped forward and spoke sternly.

"Do you know who the Young Master is? Let me tell you, this is my elder. If you don't want to mingle in Tang Dynasty City anymore, then..."

Sheng Lingxuan also fell silent. His gaze swept over Gao Ranran, ready to meet the challenge.

Indeed, that middle-aged man looked down on the two of them. His gaze fell on Feng Yuyan's body indifferently.

"Our Young Master wants to meet you. I hope you can stay for a while."

The voice was calm, but that kind of imposing aura was a form of pressure in itself.

Young Master?

Feng Yuyan sneered in his heart. In the vast Great Land, who dared to use the title "Young Master" in Tang Dynasty City? Besides the Seven Great Sects, those small factions and families couldn't even afford to give him the bottom line.

If you want to find death, you can't blame others. But he could run, but he couldn't hide. Since they could find him so easily, it meant that he already knew his own cultivation path clearly.

"It's nothing. Don't worry. In Tang Dynasty City, nothing will happen."

After appeasing the two anxious people, he then walked out with that young man.

"My apologies."

Sheng Lingxuan felt a little uneasy. This person seemed to have bad intentions. I hope there are no dangers!

Feng Yuyan pondered for a moment.

"Let's go! Let's go find my father! I want to see who dares to cause trouble in the territory of Tang Dynasty City!"

With that, the two of them quickly headed towards the City Lord's Mansion.

With that, Feng Yuyan and the young man entered a mansion called "Seven Dungeons Merchant Guild," and his heart trembled.

The Seven Dungeons Aristocratic Family...

There, that Young Master... Could it be Feng Xishi?

No, it's not time yet. Feng Xishi also has a future.

At this time, it must be Feng Yuyan.

Having been in the sect for twenty years, Feng Yuyan was not the sect leader yet. His age was estimated to be similar to that of Jade Little Deputy, both eighteen or nineteen years old.

However, he was the first assistant of the Heavenly Emperor. He was looking for his own path.

"Young Master, someone is here."

The young man stood outside a luxurious room and reported respectfully.

"Go and invite my little friend in."

A voice with a jade-like tone came from the room.

Entering the room, he indeed saw a sixteen-year-old Feng Yuyan.

Wearing a luxurious brocade robe of black and gold, with a handsome face and a melodious voice, he looked young, but his hands and feet already had a hint of nobility.

"Please sit."

Feng Yuyan gestured very courteously.

Feng Yuyan also did not stand on ceremony and sat directly on the sofa opposite him, opening his mouth to ask.

"I don't know why the Young Master of the Seven Dungeons Aristocratic Family specifically invited me, a humble servant of the Tang Dynasty, to come..."

A moment of hesitation flickered in his eyes, and the question directly reached the visitor.

"My dear friend, you are called 'Little Friend'."

Feng Mian's lips curved into a smile:

"Little Friend is not bad at all. A thousand years of practice, and the opportunity to become a disciple of the Seven Great Sects, as well as countless ancient races, have all been broken through by him, and he has conquered the entire ancient continent."

"Heh heh..."

"My dear friend, you are also very kind. I didn't expect that I could stir up such a huge wave in the Great Hall of Combat."

"But, my strength is too weak, and I can only watch helplessly, with my hands tied, and eat the biggest cake."

Soon, the thoughts in his mind calmed down, and his expression was no longer agitated.

"If the Young Master is happy, then I will be the one who came up with the idea."

"After all, the souls of the barbarians have no source, and their cultivation is in the sky. It is only a matter of time before they succeed, and it is not impossible to stir up huge waves."

"Hahaha, Little Friend is truly a world-shattering genius."

Feng Mian said:

"I am much older than you. Don't call me Young Master in the future. You should be careful. Call me Feng Mian."

A faint smile appeared on his face, which was as refreshing as a spring breeze.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Mian.

"It's not good to be careless. I don't know if I can."

"My dear friend, he pushed it away with a sigh of relief."

"It's not bad, then I will give you a big gift. You see the style."

"Okay!"

Feng Mian clapped his hands and smiled:

"Since you can give me a big gift, then you can also be a great benefactor."

He took out a scroll of parchment from his spatial storage, and casually threw it to the visitor.

"This! This is the 'Ten Thousand Year Old Scroll', and it's for you."

"My dear friend, he took the golden scroll, and his heart was as cold as ice."

In an instant, he fell into shock.

Ten Thousand Year Old Scroll, such a big handwriting.

Looking at Feng Mian, more than half of the handwriting on the scroll was drawn by himself from the current cultivation world.

The ancient gods and demons were all refined into souls by the Great Emperor, and what was even more suffocating was that they also showed the terrifying strength of the ancient gods.

This day, for the Feng Clan under the sky, and for the Seven Great Sects who lacked the power of the Great Emperor, it was a great opportunity.

Looking at the current era, it was not tens of thousands of years ago.

The Seven Great Sects all had their own emperors, and the strongest were like the Demon Emperor.

The question is, if he doesn't accept his kind support, can he get out of this predicament?

Forget it, let's stop thinking about it.

He picked up the scroll and pushed it to the table.

"Big Brother, your cultivation is not accepted by the heavens."

"You came to the small city of Duancheng, I think, first, it is to avoid the great calamity of the Great Plains, and second, to observe the sect's affairs, and to be careful of the three parts..."

"My dear friend, he shook his head, and directly looked at Feng Mian."

"The meaning of the invitation is, do you support me?"