C14 Emperor

As night fell, the whole of Floating Cloud Country quieted down.

In the Feng Clan, Zhang Fan was sitting cross-legged on his bed as he circulated the Purple Clouds Art within his body. Currently, although his Purple Clouds technique had reached the second layer and his performance today was quite good, he was relying on his combat experience from his previous life as well as Zhang Tinfei's mental state.

After that battle, most of the power of the Purple Clouds technique had been consumed. The pressure, the inexplicable pressure. He knew that Zhang Xianfei's power was nothing in the entire Martial Spirit Continent, and he was even more so.

But he had just broken through to the second level, and the third level was already so easy to break through to? After cultivating for an entire night, although the Purple Clouds technique had become more saturated, there was no substantial progress.

The next day, Zhang Fan opened his eyes. Disappointment could not help but appear on his face.

He sighed. It seemed that he couldn't rush to break through.

Standing up from the bed, he gently opened the door. It was quiet in the small courtyard. A light breeze blew onto Zhang Fan's body, bringing with it a slight chill.

Zhang Fan's black hair fluttered in the wind, and his expression became misty …

At this moment, in the Di Residence, the Zhang Clan Head, Mo Ben, as well as the Qin Clan Head, Qin Feng, stood on top of the great hall.

When Zhang Ting Fei returned to the clan yesterday, he noticed that something was not right, and his expression was sluggish, as if he had received some kind of stimulation. One must know that this was the most taboo thing for cultivation.

At that time, he also did not dare to believe that Feng Ling had defeated his son. After all, this trash, Feng Ling, was known by the entire empire, so he went to the Qin family early in the morning. When he heard the story of what happened at that time, he did not dare to believe even more.

The head of the Qin family also faintly revealed that his son had been provoked, which was why the two of them came together.

A middle-aged man sat at the head of the group. He was handsome, had a majestic build, and his gaze was like the stars shining in the sky. His eyebrows were sharp, and his chest was wide open.

Yun Luo placed his hands on the chair casually, a smile hung on his face as he looked at Qin Feng and Zhang Mo Ben and said, "Patriarch Zhang, I wonder what business does Patriarch Qin have with the Emperor's mansion?"

His words were dignified and powerful, giving him a will to soar thousands of feet into the sky.

Qin Feng told them what had happened, and then looked at Yun Luo who was sitting at the head of the table and said: "Emperor, right now my son and the son of the Zhang Family Patriarch both have a knot in their hearts. In the future, there will be many obstacles in their cultivation. Please help us, Emperor. "

Yun Luo frowned and said: "Feng Batian's son, Feng Ling, is unable to cultivate right?"

"Milord, there are many people who witnessed yesterday's matter. If you don't believe it, you can investigate it." Qin Feng took a deep breath and said.

"Yes, I will investigate this matter." Yun Luo gently nodded and said, "Is there anything else the two Patriarchs need?"

The two of them shook their heads.

"After I have investigated the cause, I will naturally make a judgment. You all should leave as soon as possible." Yun Luo waved his hand and said.

"Yes." The two of them nodded and headed outside.

After the two left, Yun Luo looked at a man standing beside him with his hands behind his back. He couldn't help but say, "Mr. Tan, what do you think about this?"

"This should be true." The old man lightly nodded, then his eyes lit up and said: "But I am curious as to how Feng Ling transformed!"

Yun Luo nodded his head, he was also curious about this question, and said: "Feng Batian's identity is also very mysterious, could it be that the person from his original family had transformed Feng Ling? Or perhaps they found some sort of medicinal pill and baptized the Maple Forest? "

The old man gently shook his head and said, "We can only slowly check what is going on."

Yun Luo nodded his head, he sat up and spoke directly: "Even if the Feng Family was wrong this time, we cannot touch it. Feng Batian will protect our Floating Cloud Nation with his own strength, I will never be able to repay this kindness." With that, Yun Luo walked inside.

Looking at Yun Luo's back, the old man lightly nodded and followed.

Three days later, a bleak youth sat cross-legged at the back of the Feng Clan.

Purple light flowed, brilliant and dazzling! It floated lightly, like a candle swaying under the night light.

He opened his eyes, and a purple light flashed in his black pupils.

Spreading out his right hand, a golden radiance slowly appeared like a fountain.

Rumble …

With a light sound, a golden sword appeared in Zhang Fan's right hand. A golden halo revolved around it, making it look extremely enchanting.

Feeling the tyrannical spiritual energy carrying the aura of a king, a trace of intoxication appeared in his eyes.

Xuan-Yuan Sword! The King's Sword was something only an indomitable king could wield.

His long black hair fluttered in the wind, and a transcendent aura burst forth from Zhang Fan's body.

He slowly stood up and clenched his right hand. An extremely domineering and sharp sword Qi shot out in all directions from Zhang Fan's position.

A blade of grass soundlessly fell down, and the corners of Zhang Fan's mouth slightly curled up. The domineering nature of the Xuan Yuan Sword could make a person fall!

Xuan-Yuan Sword is not a vase, it needs to be tempered in order to thrive …

Spreading out his palm, Zhang Fan once again swept his gaze over Xuanyuan sword. With a thought, the Xuanyuan sword disappeared from his palm.

After tidying up his white robe, Zhang Fan walked outside with his hands behind his back.

Arriving at the Feng Clan's inner courtyard, just as Zhang Fan stepped into his own courtyard, an exquisite figure appeared at the corner of his eyes.

Turning his head to look, Zhang Fan's eyes showed a trace of gentleness.

A faint yet elegant fragrance wafted over. The figure stood before Zhang Fan in a slender and graceful manner.

"Young Master, Master wants you to go over." Ouyang Xian`er stared at Zhang Fan, who was standing with his hands behind his back, as her heartbeat quickened.

"Father?" Zhang Fan's expression was somewhat puzzled. He gently nodded his head and said, "Let's go."

After the two of them entered, they gently put down the teacups. Their eyes landed on Zhang Fan as a gentle expression flashed across their faces. They flicked their sleeves and stood up, "Just now, an Imperial Emissary has come, asking me to bring you to the Emperor's Mansion."

"It's about me injuring Zhang Tingfei, right?"

The corner of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up into a cold smile. His expression was indifferent, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face.

"Yes." Feng Batian nodded slightly. He raised his head to look at Zhang Fan and nodded his head in satisfaction. When he said the word 'summoning', Zhang Fan's expression didn't change at all. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of pride.

"Let's go." Feng Ba said softly and walked outside.

Looking at Feng Batian's tall back, Zhang Fan walked up to him. However, after taking two steps, he stopped and turned his head to look at Ouyang Xian`er. He softly said, "Xian`er, you stay at home."

"Young Master, I want to go with you." Ouyang Xian`er lightly bit her lips as she spoke.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Zhang Fan naturally understood the worry in Ouyang Xian'er's voice. With a gentle smile, he patted her on the head.

Ouyang Xian`er hesitated for a moment before finally nodding her head. "Then, Young Master, I'll be waiting for you at home. You must return safely."

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded his head and chased after Feng Batian.

As she watched Zhang Fan's departing back, Ouyang Xian`er clasped her slender white hands together. Although Zhang Fan had said this, she was still a bit worried.