Shallow People

Soon, the mere Pingjiang City was no longer enough for Yi Feng to showcase his prowess.

Conveniently, he still had a hundred disciples who could spread his teachings.

A hundred people going to a hundred places, and the people in those hundred places spreading it to others.

Wouldn't his name then resound throughout the entire Immortal River Continent in no time?

Yi Feng couldn't hide his smile.

He couldn't help it; he was just that shallow.

The most important thing now was to decide what title to give himself for them to spread.

Wind and Cloud Great Hero, Master of the Heavens? Too vulgar, that wouldn't do.

Number One Under Heaven, Invincible Loner? Too cliché, that wouldn't work either.

Even as everyone arrived at the Heaven and Earth Sect, Yi Feng still hadn't come up with a resounding title worthy of himself.

Just then, he saw Wu Yonghong and the others coming out of the Heaven and Earth Sect.

Yi Feng glanced at Wu Yonghong and his companions. Since he had taken in the three of them, the once-gaunt old men now wanted for nothing in food and clothing, had become quite plump, and looked much healthier.

"Old Wu!" he called out, "Where are you off to?"

Wu Yonghong, followed by Sun Zhuge and Chu Kuangshi, quickly bowed upon seeing Yi Feng, "Greetings, Master. We're going to purchase some supplies needed for the sect."

"Hmm, you all seem to be doing well lately," Yi Feng said, then sighed, "Unlike me, I've been unable to sleep day and night, quite troubled."

"Master's diligence is admirable," the three responded.

"Ah, my troubles... you mortals, never mind, you wouldn't understand," Yi Feng said, clasping his hands behind his back, raising his chin, and shaking his head at the sky.

"Indeed," Wu Yonghong agreed.

Yi Feng frowned, "You're supposed to ask what troubles me."

"Uh..." Wu Yonghong stuttered, "What troubles you?"

A gentle breeze blew across the mountain, ruffling Yi Feng's bangs. He tossed his hair, looking melancholic and helpless, "The troubles of being unrivaled under heaven."

"I see," Wu Yonghong responded.

Behind him, Chu Kuangshi tugged at Wu Yonghong's sleeve.

Suddenly remembering something, he jerked his head up and stumbled backward, bumping into Chu Kuangshi and Sun Zhuge, causing them to retreat as well.

The three stared at Yi Feng with wide, incredulous eyes!

"M-m-m-master, you've achieved invincibility under heaven?!" He had almost forgotten Pork Rong's earlier warning!

"When did Master achieve this invincibility?!"

"Ah! Invincible under heaven! I've never seen such a thing!" Chu Kuangshi retreated even further, his legs giving way as he knelt, "Master's great talent!"

Yi Feng was very satisfied with their reaction.

"At least you have some insight," Yi Feng nodded, "No need to be so shocked, it's quite normal."

"Oh right, gather all my disciples back here. I want to hold a grand sect meeting."

"Yes, Master!"

As Wu Yonghong acknowledged the order, Yi Feng soared into the air.

Having flown every day for some time now, he had long since mastered the art of flight. He moved with practiced ease and fluidity.

Wu Yonghong and the others were left standing there, watching as he vanished in an instant.

They let out a sigh of relief.

"Thankfully, Pork Rong came to warn us. Otherwise, we might have displeased the Master," Wu Yonghong wiped the sweat from his brow, still feeling the aftershocks.

"Indeed, it seems the Master was quite pleased with our reaction just now," Chu Kuangshi replied.

"Let's quickly use the jade slips to summon the Master's disciples back," Sun Zhuge suggested.

Upon returning to the main hall, Yi Feng hastily pulled out his copy of "Cultivation Levels of the Immortal River Continent."

With the disciples returning soon for the sect meeting, he wanted to see if there were any other skills the Martial Emperor had maxed out.

Mere flight was no longer impressive enough.

When he first obtained the Martial Emperor cultivation, he had only briefly noticed that it was the highest level on the Immortal River Continent.

Now, looking closer, he discovered that even among Martial Emperors, there were different levels.

First Life —

Second Life —

...

Yi Feng's smile grew wider as he read on.

The further down he went, the higher his smile curled.

Tenth Life —

After weathering the Heavenly Tribulation, a Tenth Life Martial Emperor is equivalent to a human immortal.

Seeing this, Yi Feng's grin nearly reached the back of his neck.

The system had said he was at the highest level, so he must be at the Tenth Life.

He might not even need to go through the Heavenly Tribulation.

Goodness, he was already equivalent to a human immortal.

Yi Feng could no longer contain himself, "Hahaha, I'm a god now! Hahaha! I'm equivalent to a god!!!"

Yi Feng laughed wildly, hugging the "Cultivation Levels of the Immortal River Continent" and kissing it repeatedly, "Good system, you're truly my dear father!"

Yi Feng threw his head back in laughter, and in his excitement, he flipped through the pages of the Immortal River Continent, "Wow, I don't even need to go through the Heavenly Tribulation!"

"Hahaha, let me see what other benefits there are!"

"Summoned by the Immortal Realm, hahaha, ha..." As his gaze swept over the last line, Yi Feng's laughter came to an abrupt halt, "Huh?"

"Summoned by the Immortal Realm?"

What was that?

Yi Feng leaned in close, his face almost touching the page.

He read aloud, word by word: "Tenth Life Martial Emperor is the highest level in the Immortal River Continent. Upon reaching this level, one will be summoned by the Immortal Realm."

He read slowly and carefully, word by word.

"Must... enter... the... Immortal... Realm... within... one... year."

"Otherwise, one will be... rejected... by... the... Heavenly... Dao, and... soul... and... spirit... will... dissipate."

"Note: Human... Immortal... is... the... lowest... level... in... the... Immortal... Realm..."

"Snap!"

Yi Feng abruptly closed the book, then tightly shut his eyes and took a deep breath.

He must have read it wrong, surely he had read it wrong.