The fragrance of flowers lingered in the air.
Wan Xiangcen didn't appear, but the fragrance of the Myriad Flower Butterfly lingered on her body. It was clear that she was nearby.
The six heretical disciples crawled up from the ground while holding their bloody fingers. They stood there with reverence and bowed down as if they were worshipping a god.
Zhao Tian was indescribably shocked. These heretical disciples were all top geniuses at grand achievement God Base. No matter where they went, they would be overlords, but at this moment, they were so respectful towards a woman.
Could it be that the Seventh Lord of the Senluo Temple was this terrifying?
"Our lord wishes to recruit you to become the Seventh Hall Protector. What do you think, Thousand-man Lord?"
A red-faced man wearing a black robe stood on top of a cedar tree covered in snow.
His voice was sharp and feminine. A corner of his black robe was blown up by the cold wind, revealing the white daoist robe underneath.
His arrival was very strange. With a flash of his black shadow, he appeared right there.
Feng Feiyun felt a chilling aura akin to the nine layers of ice underground. He looked up at the person on the tree and smiled: "Hall Protector? What kind of position is that?"
Feng Feiyun's eyes narrowed. He naturally saw the white daoist robe underneath the man's black robe.
"Haha!"
The man laughed loudly and said: "Each of the ten halls has a lord, and they are the strongest among the younger generation.
Each of them has one to three Hall Protectors with heaven-defying cultivation, second only to the Lord.
"A hundred years later, when the Lord inherits the position of Hall Lord, the Hall Protectors will also become Divine Generals. Their status will only be below the Hall Lord and the Vice Lord.
How powerful do you think this position is?
Not to mention a Thousand-man Army, even the Divine Generals who command millions of soldiers can't compare to a single finger of the Divine Guard Generals. "
The Martial Army was the strongest force in the Jin Dynasty. They could destroy immortal sects and annihilate a dominant clan.
The ranks were divided into: Decanus, Centurion, Thousand-man Commander, Ten-thousand Commander, General Commander, Heavenly Marquis.
The general's order allowed him to command a hundred thousand soldiers.
Divine Generals could command a million soldiers.
A Heavenly Marquis usually had a high status since the founding of the dynasty. They were hereditary nobles with several thousand years of history behind them. They had an ancient clan with tens of millions of soldiers under their banner.
Some Heavenly Marquises could even command over a hundred million soldiers.
In the Jin Dynasty, there were as many clans as the hairs on an ox. The top ones were naturally the four great clans, and the clans of the eighteen marquises were the top clans of the second level.
As for the Feng, Qin, and Ji Clans of the Grand Southern Prefecture, despite looking powerful, they were dozens of times weaker than the Heavenly Marquis Clans. They couldn't even compare to the four great clans.
The eighteen marquises and the four great clans were the nobles and generals of the Jin Dynasty. All the nobles came from these clans.
Clans like the Feng Clan and the Qin Clan, although they had been passed down for thousands of years, they couldn't compare to the thousands of years of heritage of others. They could only be regarded as the landlord of a small place.
The Divine Martial Army was indeed powerful, but a Heavenly Marquis had tens of millions of soldiers and tens of thousands of Thousand-man Commanders.
A Thousand-man Commander of the Divine Martial Army could only be considered "cabbages".
If Feng Daniu was really a Thousand-man Commander and someone wanted to recruit him as a heretical lord's protector, then he would definitely agree. However, Feng Daniu was not Feng Daniu.
"Lu Sanchuan, you shameless traitor! You're the one who bowed down to Evil Sect, and now you're scared after being beaten up by them! You're kneeling on the ground and willingly becoming Evil Sect's slave, and now you want others to become Evil Sect's lapdogs like you?!"
"You court death!"
The man standing on top of the tree was startled after hearing the word "slave". A chill surged from his body as an iceberg more than ten meters tall condensed in his hand. This coldness could even crack iron.
The iceberg fell with a terrifying screech, causing the ground to cave in.
Feng Feiyun had heard of Lu Sanchuan before. He was a young hero from the pagoda. Seven years ago, he reached grand achievement God Base and rumored to have opened 330 meridians.
Among grand achievement God Bases, only Shi Yelai could suppress him.
After Shi Yelai surpassed the Earth Tribulation and reached first-level Heaven's Mandate, Lu Sanchuan became the number one grand achievement God Base in the pagoda.
Such a genius actually submitted to the heretical school and became a protector of the Seventh Hall. He wore a white daoist robe while wearing a black one.
No wonder why the heretical school could wantonly humiliate the pagoda's disciples. There were too many spineless cowards in the pagoda.
Lu Sanchuan's cultivation was indeed terrifying. Zhao Tian, who was also at grand achievement God Base, couldn't fight back at all. He couldn't even move a finger, so he could only shout: "Lu Sanchuan, you are not a man at all! Are you not moved at all when you see the girls of the pagoda being humiliated by the heretical disciples?"
Zhao Tian let out a heart-wrenching roar as he spat out blood.
His blood was condensed into a lump by the cold energy.
"I'm afraid he also joined the group of supreme beauties from the pagoda."
Feng Feiyun stood in front of Zhao Tian with his black armor emitting a cold light. He channeled all of his power and unleashed a saber arc. The saber's ray was like a tidal wave that surged forward and split the iceberg into pieces.
"Whoosh!"
Lu Sanchuan's cultivation was indeed terrifying. The saber in Feng Feiyun's hand suddenly broke and a piece fell to the ground. It was frozen by the cold energy of the iceberg.
"Your cultivation is only so-so, haha!" Lu Sanchuan thought that he was stronger than Feng Feiyun and was able to break Feng Feiyun's saber.
Feng Feiyun didn't retaliate. In the end, Lu Sanchuan's cultivation was indeed frightening, but it wasn't invincible.
This saber was a soldier's saber, not a divine weapon. It was understandable that it couldn't withstand Lu Sanchuan's Hellfrost Art.
What if it was a stone saber instead?
Zhao Tian gratefully bowed towards Feng Feiyun and said: "Thank you, Thousand-man Commander, for your help. These heretical people are ruthless and powerful. Offending them will only bring you endless trouble. Why don't you join our pagoda …?"
Zhao Tian could see that this Thousand-man Commander was quite powerful on top of being extremely courageous. He wanted to recruit him into the pagoda to fight against the heretical schools.
"Haha!
The pagoda is like a fish on the chopping board before us. We can eat and trample on it whenever we want. "
Lu Sanchuan's laughter became even more shrill. Although he had a handsome face and an outstanding figure, his voice sounded like a eunuch from the palace.
Feng Feiyun snorted while holding his broken saber: "I hate dogs like you who only know how to bully the weak and fear the strong the most!"
Lu Sanchuan's eyes turned cold. His entire body was covered in ice crystals. Nine gigantic ice mountains appeared behind him. In just a moment, the air was filled with a chilling aura. Even the six heretical disciples had to retreat in order to withstand this chill.
This was Lu Sanchuan's qi image, the "Nine Frozen Mountains".
Feng Feiyun stood proudly and used his body to block the cold air. A fiery cloud came out from his armor. The heat wave caused the stones on the ground to turn into a mirror.
"Once upon a time, I've gone to the willows.
Today, I've come to think of the falling snow … "A zither song came from the Apricot Manor. It was as clear as the music of an immortal from the nine heavens.
The sound of the zither drifted along with the wind and spread across the snow-covered Radiance.
The snow in the sky became even more beautiful like spirit flowers falling from the sky. It wasn't because of the snow itself, it was because of the zither fluttering in the snow.
The song was also extremely beautiful. It was difficult to find a second voice as beautiful as this in the world.
Feng Feiyun and Lu Sanchuan were ready to fight, but the song from the Apricot Manor attracted their attention at the same time. They couldn't muster up any will to fight.
Feng Feiyun was excited. He pinched a blood-red plum blossom and sniffed it. It was as if he could already smell the fragrance of his beloved.
In this world, Feng Feiyun only knew two people who could play music to this level.
Hongyan's "For Whom the Beauty Smiles" played by the zither and Dongfang Jingyue's "Sleeping in the Rain" played by the red jade pipa.
One was mournful, making people cry uncontrollably. The other was gentle, making people fall asleep in dreams.
This was the sound of the zither …
As long as fate didn't end, they would meet again in the mortal world.
It was her, it had to be her. She was in the Apricot Manor. Who was she playing the zither for? Who was she singing for?
"Let's go!"
A fragrant breeze floated by. One could vaguely see a peerless figure flying into the manor. Even Zhao Tian became absent-minded after seeing this figure. However, Feng Feiyun had no interest in her at this moment. His mind was completely occupied by that person.
Before that person, all women in this world were fleeting clouds, not worth mentioning.
The six disciples from the Seventh Hall and Sanchuan entered the manor one after the other to follow.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Feng Feiyun unleashed four slashes in a row to release the four disciples from the pagoda. The chains fell to the ground, but the four beautiful girls remained motionless as if they had been petrified.
A long time later, their beautiful faces were filled with despair. This was a type of humiliation. They felt that their bodies were filthy, and this filth completely destroyed their previous honor and cold arrogance.
At the same time, they slapped their foreheads, unwilling to live in this world with shame.
Fortunately, Feng Feiyun noticed their unsightly expressions and used a spirit art to seal their hands.
Feng Feiyun said: "Life is the most precious thing to us. We only have one life, so once we die, there will be nothing left."
"Yaren, thank you for saving us from this abyss of suffering, but we beg you, please help us no matter what. Let us die to end the humiliation the heretical school has inflicted on us."
Yaren's face was covered in tears while his eyes were full of pleading. They no longer wanted to live after what they had gone through.
What kind of experience could make even the strong-willed Immortal Cultivators not want to live anymore?