King of Gods Chapter 631 - Replacing

Chapter 631 - Replacing
At the disciple ceremony, Duanmu Qing retracted his gaze and started to communicate with the other Emperors present.
“Elders, I have something to discuss with all of you.”
Duanmu Qing suddenly spoke. The Emperors exchanged glances, and some of them revealed thoughtful expressions.
“Emperor Duanmu, is this related to the Demigod Forgotten Garden?”
Emperor Gu Luo smiled.
“That’s right.”
Duanmu Qing nodded his head, “The list of people going to the Demigod Forgotten Garden has already been decided and, usually, the spots wouldn’t change.”
Hearing up to there, the other Emperors already understood what Duanmu Qing was trying to say.
He wanted to get his disciple a spot to enter the Demigod Forgotten Garden.
If it were in the past, when the list still hadn’t been decided yet, it wouldn’t have been hard for Duanmu Qing to get a spot due to his status and strength. The problem was that the list was already confirmed.
“The Demigod Forgotten Garden is split into the nominated and the open-competition sections. It’s hard to change the list of people from the open-competition section, so we can only switch the nominated section.”
Emperor Gu Luo said deeply.
The True Martial Sacred Clan had a total of fifty spots for the Demigod Forgotten Garden. This was ten times more than the Golden Mountain Sect, a peak two-star force.
However, being a three-star superpower, the Mystic True Sacred Clan’s geniuses were as bright as stars, and there were even prodigies with a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races.
There were dozens of Emperors and Kings present, and every King and Emperor each had at least a couple disciples. Therefore, the competition for the fifty spots was extremely fierce.
“There’s ten nominated spots. How about this…”
Emperor Gu Luo soon had an idea, and the Emperors interacted with their Divine Senses before they soon came to a conclusion.
“Looks like that’s the only way.”
Emperor Duanmu Qing sighed.
Nominated geniuses all had strong backgrounds, so trying to switch someone in or out would definitely offend someone.
However, the Demigod Forgotten Garden only appeared once every five hundred years, and Emperor Duanmu Qing had finally obtained a disciple, who was also related to his Aunt. He would definitely provide as much help as he possibly could to his new disciple.
As time passed, the disciple ceremony was starting to come to an end.
Zhao Feng met many Core disciples from the Mystic True Sacred Clan.
“Head disciple Nan Gongsheng didn’t come.”
“Nan Gongsheng’s been cultivating a secret technique in the Sacred Land for the past half-year, and he already reached the half-step Void God Realm long ago.”
Some of the Core disciples discussed.
Nan Gongsheng was the number one genius of the Mystic True Sacred Clan. He was also one of the top geniuses amongst the entire Sacred Land.
When talking about Nan Gongsheng, even Jiang Fan, who had a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, revealed respect.
“If my cultivation reaches the Great Origin Core Realm, I’ll be able to fight even someone at the half-step Void God Realm.”
Jiang Fan clenched his fists.
His talent and bloodline potential were amongst the best within the Mystic True Sacred Clan, but he was only in his twenties at the moment; he wasn’t able to catch up to those other geniuses that were already in their thirties.
“Brother Jiang, don’t be angry. There’s only two geniuses in the entire Sacred Land with a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races. In the future, your true opponent will be Meng Xi from the Thousand Darkness Sacred Clan.”
Chen Yilin patted his shoulder.
In reality, with his Ten Thousand Ancient Races Bloodline, Jiang Fan’s strength had already surpassed some Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lords.
“There’s still three months left till the Demigod Forgotten Garden. I will charge into the Top Ten Sacred Land Geniuses like Brother Chen.”
Battle-intent glowed in Jiang Fan’s eyes, and his bloodline seemed to burn. His fighting will had been ignited during this disciple ceremony, all because of the pressure from Zhao Feng.
The change in Jiang Fan didn’t escape Emperor Gu Luo’s eyes, and he secretly nodded his head. In the past, Jiang Fan was extremely arrogant due to his Ten Thousand Ancient Races Bloodline, so he didn’t put in too much effort into his cultivation.
“Fan’er, I will teach you myself for the next three months.”
Emperor Gu Luo’s Divine Senses sounded in his head.
“Thank you, Master.”
Jiang Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart. His goal was to become one of the Top Ten Sacred Land Geniuses. Only with more strength would he be able to come out on top in the Demigod Forgotten Garden.
Emperor Gu Luo’s eyes scanned over Emperor Duanmu, and he thought that the latter’s disciple also had a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races. There was no way he would lose to Emperor Duanmu and his disciple.
Half a day later, the disciple ceremony came to an end. From now on, Zhao Feng was Duanmu Qing’s official disciple and a member of a three-star superpower.
Zhao Feng understood Duanmu Qing’s intentions.
“Zhao Feng, if everything goes to plan, you will receive a spot to enter the Demigod Forgotten Garden, but at the same time, you need to be ready to be challenged.”
Duanmu Qing said before he left.
Demigod Forgotten Garden?
Zhao Feng shook. He was overfilled with surprise and joy.
He had talked to some Core disciples during the disciple ceremony and found that those entering the Demigod Forgotten Garden had already been confirmed. He didn’t expect Duanmu Qing to help him get a nominated spot.
“Thank you, Master.”
Zhao Feng’s heart was filled with gratitude. Duanmu Qing would have had to pay a price to obtain this spot because there was more than just one or two Emperors in a three-star superpower. The number of Kings alone had reached dozens.
Furthermore, above Emperors were Mystic Light Realm Sacred Lords.
After returning to where he was staying, Zhao Feng sat down and tried to calm himself down.
After meeting Duanmu Qing, his status, identity, and his entire life had been flipped.
Zhao Feng’s eyes looked toward the garden outside, and the moonlight filled the garden with a silver glow.
He didn’t know why, but his thoughts suddenly drifted toward the Azure Flower Continent.
In his mind, the image of a quiet, elegant goddess appeared.
“True Martial Sacred Land… Demigod Forgotten Garden… I need to grasp this chance.”
Zhao Feng took a deep breath and started to cultivate.
Now that he had arrived in the True Martial Sacred Land, he had already completed half of his journey.
In the morning of the second day:
“Zhao Feng, get the fuck out here! Let’s see who dares to take my spot after entering the Sacred Clan.”
A voice full of hatred sounded from outside.
Many experts and geniuses from the Mystic True Sacred Land were standing outside.
The owner of the voice was a youth who had angry eyes, and his expression was twisted.
“Brother Zuo Hong, your nominated spot was taken by that Zhao Feng?”
The disciples outside were extremely sympathetic.
In terms of background, Zuo Hong’s master was an old Void God Realm King who had real power. In terms of cultivation, he had reached the late stages of the Small Origin Core Realm, and he wasn’t even thirty years old yet.
As the chattering sounded outside, a blue-haired youth walked out.
“Zhao Feng, you’ve finally come out.”
Many disciples had angry expressions.
“It’s utterly shameless how you used your identity as a disciple of an Emperor to steal a spot.”
Many people were sympathetic toward the “victim.” After all, the spot had already belonged to Zuo Hong.
“I don’t dare to disobey the orders of the upper echelon, but I want to see if Brother Zhao has the ability and qualifications to replace me.”
Zuo Hong snickered coldly.
His master had told him to do this.
Not many people were on the same level as Emperor Duanmu in the Clan, and the Emperor Projection that day increased Duanmu Qing’s fame even further.
However, although they couldn’t disobey him on the surface, they could use other tricks.
If Zuo Hong defeated Zhao Feng, then it would be hard for the disciple of Emperor Duanmu to take his spot “righteously.” After all, even in three-star superpowers, strength was everything; three-star superpowers wouldn’t waste a spot on someone useless.
All he needed to do was defeat Zhao Feng.
At the same time, Zuo Hong’s master could also ask other Emperors for help. If it came to the worst, things could be reported to the Grand Elder.
The plan was complete. Zuo Hong only needed to do one thing; challenge Zhao Feng. That was the first step.
“Okay, I accept your challenge.”
Zhao Feng didn’t hesitate at all.
Yesterday, Emperor Duanmu Qing already warned him. Those that were able to become Emperors were all extremely wise.
A while later, hundreds of people had gathered outside an ancient arena stage within the Mystic True Sacred Clan.
There were many Core disciples present.
“Brother Chen and Brother Nan are both here….”
Many Core disciples in the crowd glanced at two figures.
Chen Yilin and Brother Nan were expressionless as they looked at the two figures on the stage. Their cultivations had reached the late-stage Great Origin Core Realm.
“Brother Chen and Brother Nan are both within the Top Ten Sacred Land Geniuses.”
“Apparently, they’ve challenged half-step Void God Realms before.”
The eyes of the crowd were filled with respect.
At this point, on the stage, Zhao Feng and Zuo Hong were floating above a mountain.
The stage of the Mystic True Sacred Clan was extremely profound; it had a small dimension within it that could replicate different sceneries, such as mountains, streams, and rivers.
People were looking forward to this battle.
There were more than a dozen Void God Realm Divine Senses in the air. There were even Emperor Divine Senses.
“Hmph, everything’s ready. As long as Zuo Hong wins, I will ask the Grand Elder to put this right.”
A Void God Realm King Divine Sense looked down with coldness.
“Brother Zuo Hong, just fighting isn’t interesting.”
Zhao Feng said.
“What do you mean?”
Zuo Hong paused slightly.
“Let’s have a bet. If you win, I’ll just directly give the spot to you.”
Zhao Feng spoke.
“You really mean that? You’ll give the spot to me?”
Zuo Hong was overjoyed. He didn’t think it would be this easy.
“As long as you can last more than ten moves, victory is yours. But… what will you do if you lose?”
Zhao Feng asked slowly.
Ten moves?
Zuo Hong paused, and the entire crowd broke out into discussion.
“Hahaha, ten moves? Brat, you’re too cocky. It seems like you don’t know the strength of a Core disciple of a three-star superpower. We all have the strength to challenge those with higher cultivation.”
Hearing this, Zuo Hong was filled with happiness.
Although he was only at the late stages of the Small Origin Core Realm, he had defeated Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lords in the outside world.