King of Gods Chapter 1243 - Rise to Fame

Chapter 1243: Rise to Fame

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Chapter 1243 – Rise to Fame
After spending some time with Zhao Yufei, Zhao Feng could remember what the energy of the Spiritual Race bloodline felt like. The moment Zhao Feng sensed this energy, the first thought that came to him was: could this person be Zhao Yufei?
If this was the Continent Zone, Zhao Feng could be certain that this person was Zhao Yufei, but this was the Spiritual Race; the number of people with the Spiritual Race’s bloodline was not small.
As he followed this energy, Zhao Feng quickly left the Celestial River Valley Region. Gradually, a woman with a sparkling body like that of white glass appeared in front of Zhao Feng.
This woman had a pure and simple beauty, and the nature of her Spiritual Race bloodline made her seem both noble and gorgeous. But from her pouting lips and her rising brows, he could tell that she was clearly in a foul mood.
Several young men from different races stood around this young woman.
“Qingying, where do you want to go? I’ll take you there.” A bewitchingly beautiful young man with a gentle face waved his white jade fan and smiled.
Zhao Feng viewed this party from a distance.
This woman clearly possessed the bloodline of the Spiritual Race while the youths around her possessed unusual cultivation. They were probably the Quasi-God geniuses of the Spiritual Race’s subordinate factions.
Given that they could communicate with this girl, these people would probably be able to communicate with Zhao Yufei too.
As for Zhao Feng’s status, it was too lowly, so these people were not guaranteed to pay any attention to him. However, if these people were willing to help him deliver a letter, Zhao Feng might be able to directly meet with Zhao Yufei.
As Zhao Feng was thinking to himself, the Spiritual Race girl noticed Zhao Feng and gave a smug smile. In her view, Zhao Feng had been enchanted by her appearance and was staring at her in a daze. In addition, although Zhao Feng wore the uniform of a worker disciple, his appearance and bearing were extremely outstanding, not one bit inferior to the youths around her.
“You, come over here!” Wei Qingying suddenly stopped and pointed at Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng was slightly stunned. He was just thinking about whether he should go up to these people and ask if they could take a letter to Zhao Yufei, but this woman of the Spiritual Race had asked for him instead.
“Qingying, why do you want to talk that person?” The bewitching young man coldly glared at Zhao Feng as he spoke.
Zhao Feng immediately flew over to Wei Qingying.
“Who do you believe is the most beautiful person in all of the Spiritual Race?” Wei Qingying put on a coquettish expression and a charming attitude as she softly asked.
The young prodigies around her understood what Wei Qingying was after. Before Zhao Yufei had come to the Spiritual Race, the number one beauty of the Spiritual Race was Quasi-God Luo Yu, and Wei Qingying was the person who stood beside Quasi-God Luo Yu.
But ever since Zhao Yufei had arrived at the Spiritual Race, the constant stimulation of her thick bloodline had caused her cultivation talents to be fully unleashed. With her already fairy-like appearance, Zhao Yufei gradually supplanted Quasi-God Luo Yu as the goddess that dwelled in the hearts of all the men of the Spiritual Race.
However, since Zhao Yufei had come from outside the zone, the people belonging to the Spiritual Race of the Ancient Desolate Realm of Gods felt a mental repulsion toward her. Moreover, Zhao Yufei’s superb talent and gorgeous appearance had made her the envy of all the other women of the Spiritual Race.
Just this morning, Wei Qingying had been talking behind Zhao Yufei’s back when she ran into the person in question and received a stern lesson.
“This…” Zhao Feng paused for a few moments. He never would have imagined that this girl of the Spiritual Race called him over just to ask this question.
“Hurry and speak!” the bewitching man next to Wei Qingying coldly barked.
Everyone knew that Wei Qingying was one of Quasi-God Luo Yu’s followers. This servant could say any name except that of Zhao Yufei, but if he wanted to form a good relationship with Wei Qingying, it would be best if he said that Quasi-God Luo Yu was the most beautiful.
“Of course, Miss is the most beautiful!” Zhao Feng said with a smile.
Zhao Feng knew barely anything about the Spiritual Race. The only woman he knew was Zhao Yufei. However, Zhao Feng could tell that this Spiritual Race woman was currently rather peeved, so this response would probably cater to her mood.
“Hehe!” Wei Qingying immediately gave a soft giggle.
She had originally believed that this servant would say that Quasi-God Luo Yu was the most beautiful, but he said that it was her. Although she knew that Zhao Feng wasn’t telling the truth, she was still quite happy to hear these words.
The young prodigies around her looked at Zhao Feng with disdain. Even if Zhao Feng regarded Zhao Yufei as his goddess, he only needed to mention Quasi-God Luo Yu to avoid offending Wei Qingying. They all found Zhao Feng rather shameless for saying that the most beautiful was Wei Qingying.
“Mm. Your cultivation is decent, and your performance is good. After a little while, I’ll have them promote you to periphery disciple!” Wei Qingying’s mood improved, and she immediately found this young man rather pleasant to look at.
As she inspected Zhao Feng, she felt that he was more handsome than any youth she had seen before. His indifferent and proud face, his naturally gorgeous golden hair… all of his features made her eyes shine.
The look on Wei Qingying’s face made all the other youths coldly glare at Zhao Feng. They were all geniuses from subordinate or vassal factions of the Spiritual Race, and they knew that they could never reach as high as the prodigious daughters of the Spiritual Race like Zhao Yufei or Quasi-God Luo Yu. Thus, they placed their sights on the women of the Spiritual Race with somewhat lesser talent. After all, the Spiritual Race was ranked 19th among the ancient races, so joining together with this bloodline would advance their own cultivation and bless their descendants as well.
“Many thanks!” Zhao Feng was somewhat delighted. Even if he performed well, he would need to wait some time to be promoted to periphery disciple, but in her good mood, Wei Qingying promised that she would have Zhao Feng directly promoted to periphery disciple.
“Qingying, where do you want to go? I’ll come with you!” A young prodigy who saw that Wei Qingying’s mood had improved immediately stepped forward to ingratiate himself to her.
“Okay!” Wei Qingying was now much more in a mood for a stroll.
“Please wait,” Zhao Feng suddenly spoke.
Wei Qingying was in a good mood and had a good impression of Zhao Feng. Perhaps if Zhao Feng asked her to deliver a letter, she would agree. Thus, Zhao Feng called out to Wei Qingying.
“Servant, why did you speak!?” The bewitching young man next to Wei Qingying immediately snapped at Zhao Feng. He had long ago grown sick of seeing of Zhao Feng. A mere worker disciple dared to speak with the target of his affections?
“What do you want?” Wei Qingying was willing to disregard Zhao Feng’s lowly status for a moment.
“I was wondering if Miss was willing to help me deliver a letter to Zhao Yufei.” Zhao Feng ignored those youths and directly voiced his request.
But once he made his request, Wei Qingying and the young prodigies around her immediately fell silent. After a long while, a youth’s cold laugh broke the silence. The other youths also began to scornfully laugh as well as look pityingly upon Zhao Feng.
Oh no. Zhao Feng felt that something was wrong. The expressions on their faces as well as Wei Qingying’s were all wrong.
“You want to communicate with Zhao Yufei?” Wei Qingying suddenly revealed a bizarrely terrifying smile.
Before Zhao Feng could say anything, Wei Qingying added, “It seems like you’re also after Zhao Yufei, but you – a mere worker disciple – want to get close to Zhao Yufei?
“Rest easy. I will tell Zhao Yufei that there’s a worker disciple of the Spiritual Race that is seeking her hand!”
Wei Qingying’s face was cold as she gave a bewitching smile.
Whoosh!
Wei Qingying immediately left.
“Haha, kid, you truly don’t know the difference between life and death!” A youth gloated.
“Although your cultivation isn’t bad, you won’t be able to become a periphery disciple for the rest of your life, much less meet with Zhao Yufei!” The bewitching youth with the feather fan threw down these words before following Wei Qingying.
Zhao Feng now knew that Wei Qingying probably did not have a very good relationship with Zhao Yufei. She probably wanted to use this matter to ridicule Zhao Yufei.
But if Zhao Yufei noticed him because of this, that would be a fine result.
Zhao Feng had no idea that Zhao Yufei had far too many pursuers and suitors in the Ziling Zone, so many that they couldn’t be counted. But Zhao Yufei herself seemed to already have someone in mind and paid no attention to these pursuers.
After returning to Celestial River Valley, Zhao Feng gave the missions Attendant Liu had given him to the other worker disciples. Zhao Feng was now the boss of the worker disciples of Celestial River Valley, so he naturally had a bunch of underlings willing to do his missions for him.
Zhao Feng himself returned to his hut to cultivate. He had no idea that, by the next day, the news that he admired Zhao Yufei had been spread throughout the entire Spiritual Race.
Those true prodigies who were after Zhao Yufei only gave scornful smiles and treated the entire matter as a joke. But the periphery disciples of the Spiritual Race, as well as the worker disciples of other regions, came to see what sort of person Zhao Feng was.
One day, while Zhao Feng was cultivating in the Spacetime Robe, he sensed several powerful Spiritual Senses, and even Divine Senses, brazenly scanning his hut.
Swish!
Zhao Feng left the Spacetime Robe. Divine Sense was used by Quasi-Gods and True Gods, and these naturally could not be worker disciples.
“Why have so many people come?” Zhao Feng was rather astonished.
The worker disciples received no protection from the Spiritual Race. No one would care if they were bothered, even if they were in the middle of cultivating. Even Quasi-Gods had come to disturb Zhao Feng this time.
Zhao Feng left his hut.
“Zhao Feng’s come out!” someone immediately called out the moment Zhao Feng emerged.
In a flash, all the nearby worker disciples turned to look at Zhao Feng. At the same time, several proud youths appeared in the sky. These people all had unusual bloodlines and powerful cultivations.
“This was the person who asked Wei Qingying to help him get in touch with Zhao Yufei?” a muscular and bulky man chatted with someone next to him.
“Mm, he looks rather decent, and his cultivation is pretty good too. He’s just little lacking in intelligence. A mere worker disciple dares to lust for Zhao Yufei?” The green-skinned youth next to him was rather rude, his words cold and scornful.
Standing next to Shi Weinan was a long-faced youth who wore the uniform of an outer sect disciple.
“It’s him…” Shi Weinan whispered in that person’s ear.
“Hmph, a toad craving swan flesh. I’ll give you a lesson that you won’t forget!” The long-faced youth strode toward Zhao Feng. Shi Weinan had requested that he teach a lesson to a worker disciple, and this person that Shi Weinan wanted dealt with just so happened to be that person who had recently become famous as a worker disciple who was after Zhao Yufei. This instantly drew the long-faced youth’s interest.