My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 457 : Chen Feng Takes Action

For typical forces, Luan Xiaoyao might have tried to mingle and make connections, but when it came to a powerful and promising force like this, she knew her Underworld background would be looked down upon.

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Despite taking medicinal pills, her injuries were not fully healed. Luan Xiaoyao planned to leave the arena and return to her sect's cave residence to recover. Just as she was about to leave, she overheard a familiar term.

"Have you heard about the Jing Nation Dynasty from Earthly Realm? How can they produce so many talented disciples? The Lanyan Royal School disciples might not be very high-level, but they are top-notch at their ranks. Their instructors are truly formidable!"

"I've heard that the Realm Ruler of Earthly Realm is named Gu Lan, and he is Prince Jingyang of the Jing Nation Dynasty. He is the one who founded Lanyan Royal School, and his power is unfathomable. He has connections with the Immortal Realm's Feng Yang Emperor and the Demon Realm's Demon King of No Start. He is a legendary figure."

"If I had heard this before, I'd have thought it was boastful talk. But today, Lanyan Royal School's remarkable performance has already proven its strength to the Six Realms."

"The world is never short of geniuses; what is lacking is someone who can teach them. Gu Lan, the Realm Ruler from Earthly Realm, is that kind of person."

In the casino, with various forces and many coming from the realms of immortals and demons, some had managed to gather information about Gu Lan after paying a price. This was partly because Gu Lan had not hidden his achievements.

Every step leaves a trace. Gu Lan had anticipated this before the Great Competition of All Clans began. Now that the Earthly Realm's protective formation was complete, he no longer needed to be as cautious as before.

Gu Lan's indifference to such matters was like a thunderclap to Luan Xiaoyao, leaving her profoundly shocked. She had never dreamed that the seemingly unreachable force she admired was founded by Gu Lan himself. Lanyan Royal School was actually supported and established by the Jing Nation!

In just over a decade, how had Earthly Realm changed so much? Reflecting on her time in Earthly Realm, Luan Xiaoyao felt mixed emotions. She looked at her Soul-Slaying Umbrella, which had now upgraded to a pseudo-emperor-tier weapon, far stronger than before.

However, her favorite form of the Soul-Slaying Umbrella was still from her Earthly Realm days, just like the time when she felt invincible, confident, and daring. Back then, she wanted to challenge all the top experts of the world, thinking she had seen everything and was undefeatable.

But then, Mu Yuyan, the Empress of Jing Nation, struck her down, and Gu Lan's true power made her question her own life. Nevertheless, she was still driven to pursue improvement, hoping that ascending would change everything.

Now that she had ascended to Underworld and reached Saint Stage, the gap between her and Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan had only widened. Luan Xiaoyao looked up at the sky with complex feelings. She wasn't sure whether to be jealous or envious of Lanyan Royal School's strength.

Back then, she had hoped to compete with Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan, but now she felt she might not even measure up to their disciples.

"Can ascending truly change one's fate?" Luan Xiaoyao whispered to herself.

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The revival matches ended, and the elimination rounds of the Great Competition of All Clans concluded, officially ushering in the finals.

On this day, the major forces qualified for the finals began to arrive, making the 33rd Sky of Divine Realm bustling with activity. Countless large flying magical artifacts filled the sky, including Divine Ships, celestial mountains, giant beasts, sky cities, and even a Buddhist kingdom.

The seven great Houses sent another batch of core disciples to participate. The Immortal Realm's Twelve Temples also dispatched disciples, including figures from the Temple of Destiny.

One young disciple carrying twelve long swords immediately drew everyone's attention.

"Is that the new Son of Destiny from the Temple of Destiny? He's so young and has already reached the top rank of Imperial Realm. How impressive!"

"Temple of Destiny disciples are known for their terrifying Destiny power, not just their cultivation. Even if one manages to defeat them, they'll likely be plagued by misfortune."

"This person is named Chen Feng. He wasn't originally a disciple of the Temple of Destiny but was brought back by Elder Nightfall during his three thousand Earthly Realm travels."

Various forces began discussing Chen Feng, trying to probe his background and strength. Many disciples from prominent forces approached him, attempting to establish connections with the new Son of Destiny from the Temple of Destiny. However, Chen Feng coldly rejected everyone who approached him, including Lu Bei, the Holy Son of Fire Clan from the Immortal Realm's seven great Houses.

"He's so handsome, so aloof. I like him so much!"

"High talent, high cultivation, and handsome—who wouldn't like such a genius? If I were a female cultivator or younger, I'd be crazy about him. Amitabha."

Among the various forces, many female cultivators gazed at Chen Feng with stars in their eyes. Even the old monk from the secluded Justice Virtue Temple in Immortal Realm was drawn to him. Had the old monk not been pulled away by his own abbot, he would have tried to recruit Chen Feng to their temple.

In Justice Virtue Temple, monks are allowed to break precepts, drink, eat meat, and marry, and they also have access to cultivation resources. Few people can even gain entry into Justice Virtue Temple, despite the monks there not being particularly strict. This is the reality.

"Senior Brother, that young man has a Buddhist affinity. I want to go guide him. Why did you pull me away?"

The old monk, thin and bony, looked perplexedly at his even thinner senior brother.

"Amitabha!"

"This child is favored by Elder Nightfall. The Buddha cannot accept him yet, so let's wait a bit longer."

The abbot of Justice Virtue Temple, emaciated but with a solemn appearance, was very different from the unorthodox old monk.

As Justice Virtue Temple entered the venue, a vast light suddenly filled the 33rd Sky of Divine Realm, covering the entire sky.

"Amitabha!"

"In these chaotic times, for a fellow cultivator to step into Divine Realm is truly a blessing for the Six Realms!"

The head monk of Justice Virtue Temple clasped his hands together and began to chant sutras.

The mischievous old monk, meanwhile, rubbed his smooth, bald head and gazed with golden eyes toward a particular sect's guesthouse, trying to discern who was making a breakthrough into Divine Realm.

Just as his eye technique was about to get closer, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted, directly destroying his eye technique.

"Get lost!"

A furious shout reverberated in his consciousness.

The mischievous old monk immediately became serious, hastily clasping his hands together and resuming his sutra chant. He then began to shed blood tears from his eyes.