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“What is that supposed to mean? You look down on us?” Fire swore angrily. He looked like a burning stone. He stared at Lin Feng as if they were sworn enemies, but he didn’t release any deadly Qi, showing he didn’t intend to attack.
Lin Feng had passed the exam, including Miss Eight’s exam. It was an amazing event. Since ancient times, nobody had ever managed to resist ten of Miss Eight’s attacks, be it in the Demon Region or in the east in the Human Clan. Never!
However, in the Region of the Eight Corners, on Ni Huang’s territory, a real genius had risen. He could help the Zu Yi Clan rise. But even that way, they couldn’t let Lin Feng decide everything. They couldn’t let him shape their future alone.
Therefore, they acknowledged Lin Feng, but it didn’t mean Lin Feng could do whatever he wished. Those were two different concepts. The Zu Yi Clan acknowledged Lin Feng, but they didn’t intend to let him decide their entire future.
“Asura, congratulations. You succeeded!” declared Miss Eight, glancing at Fire. She didn’t pay attention to her explosively impulsive fellow disciple. She just laughed and looked at Lin Feng. What had just happened was astonishing. Lin Feng had surpassed his own limits. He hadn’t died from the blood red flashes!
Lin Feng wiped the blood off the corners of his mouth and eyes with his sleeve and forced a smile. He felt helpless. If the Ice Spirit hadn’t intervened at the most crucial moment, he would have needed much longer to come back to his senses.
“Master, you’re extremely strong. I was lucky to survive,” Lin Feng said, smiling awkwardly, trying to sound modest.
“Hehe, you’re humbled and modest. That’s good,” Miss Eight smiled. She still looked horrible, not like a woman.
“Hey, Asura, I asked you something!” said Fire furiously when he saw Lin Feng and Miss Eight were having a nice time chatting. He wanted to destroy Lin Feng. He had always had a bad temper.
“What do you want me to tell you? I agree? Or I don’t agree?” asked Lin Feng, frowning and staring back at Fire. Fire didn’t know how to reply. Should they force him to accept them and use three Holy Godly Ancestors as slaves? In any case, they still had to justify themselves.
They were angry at him for refusing to use them as slaves, but wasn’t it a humiliation for such strong Godly Ancestors to work as an ordinary Godly Ancestor’s slave?
“Asura, we shouldn’t have underestimated you. We can be your slaves. Nobody has ever managed to do what you did today, even though those before you were much stronger. Two Spiritual Godly Ancestors were among them! Therefore, you need to understand us; when we say something, we take it to heart! We believe in what we say and act accordingly. We just wanted to shake you a little. We didn’t want to kill you,” interrupted Ice at that moment. Miss Eight rarely saw her second fellow disciple speaking so calmly.
“We were short-sighted. We didn’t see how great you were at first. We were wrong. I apologize,” said Ice, bowing. Everybody watched him in astonishment.
The world of the Zu Yi Clan was silent again. Small Feet stared at Ice blankly. He was dumbstruck and didn’t know what to say.
“Hehe, brother, you’re awesome! Even Holy Godly Ancestors respect you. If I spoke about this in the World of Battles, everybody would be dumbstruck,” said Zong Hu. He was astonished. Who had thought Asura would be so strong?
He had a lofty and unyielding character!
Lin Feng was also surprised at himself; it was the first time he had experienced such a thing. Fire, Ice, and Bury were petty people. They had made fun of him and humiliated him. They were petty and vile. They had hoped he would give up if they insulted and humiliated him.
But the way they thought was a bit too simple. Why would Lin Feng do that?
“Rise, you three. No need to feel guilty, no need to apologize. Even if you become my slaves, it won’t be right now,” Lin Feng said with a calm smile, neither haughty nor humble.
When they heard Lin Feng, they looked at him curiously. Why?
Bury frowned, “What are you trying to say? Speak directly!” he said coldly. Miss Eight and Small Feet looked at Lin Feng angrily too.
“Hehe, alright, I’ll stop beating around the bush then. If you spread the news, will people believe you?” asked Lin Feng seriously.
“Nonsense! Of course they would! We haven’t completely isolated ourselves from the world. We still communicate!” spluttered Fire. He felt ashamed.
Those Holy Godly Ancestors attached a lot of importance to honor and face.
Lin Feng knew what they were thinking, so he said, “Alright, since you admit it, then I don’t need slaves. But it doesn’t mean I won’t need some later.”
“I know how strong I am. I am just an ordinary Godly Ancestor. I just broke through to the Godly Ancestor layer one week ago. You naturally don’t think that I am extremely strong. Even if you work as my slaves, you will not think highly of me. So, it’s better not to think of that issue.
“Wait until I break through to the Holy Godly Ancestor layer. At that moment, you can serve me. But actually, I might not even need slaves at that moment. I will not force you. You will see how I will rise.
“Masters, you are extraordinary people. If you followed overlords, you would be happy. But following an ordinary Godly Ancestor? You don’t want that. Think about it. Do you agree?” Lin Feng asked calmly. He didn’t hide anything from them.
When Lin Feng said that, the whole Zu Yi Clan went silent. Small Feet wanted to insult him.
This world usually bustled with activity but this time, it was like everybody had been destroyed.
Fire and Ice glanced at each other. Bury and Fire also glanced at each other. The three of them thought the same thing. This young man was weak, skinny, and straightforward, but a bright future awaited him.
“We give you ten years. If you manage to break through to the Holy Godly Ancestor layer within five years, we will follow you and beome your slaves. What do you think?” shouted Fire, clenching his fists. It was the biggest decision in his life.
“Alright, haha! Everybody heard that! Hahahahahaha!” shouted Lin Feng, bursting into laughter. He was excited. Lin Feng was extremely confident when it came to his cultivation speed. He knew ten years was way more than enough for him to break through to the Holy Godly Ancestor layer. Even five years were more than enough!
Small Feet stared at Lin Feng. That young man seemed to have something in mind, but he only smiled to himself. It was difficult to know what he was thinking. In any case, having Lin Feng was a good thing for the Zu Yi Clan. He brought something new!
Miss Eight smiled at Lin Feng. She knew what Lin Feng was thinking, but she didn’t ruin his plan. Her three fellow disciples were stupid, and were being used by someone. In the future, they would become Lin Feng’s docile slaves!
“Masters, this is my talisman. In five years, follow my Qi to find me. At that moment, if I am a Holy Godly Ancestor, you’ll follow me and help me. But I don’t want use the word slave to describe that situation. I’d rather use the word recruit. And if I am not a Holy Godly Ancestor, then our agreement is canceled. What do you think?”
Lin Feng was extremely smart. To avoid troubles, he immediately took out three talismans. He knew he would probably have three assistants of the Holy Godly Ancestor layer five years from now.
Ice and Bury nodded. Fire took the three talismans and felt Lin Feng’s Qi. He gave a talisman to Ice and Bury.
“Alright, we’re done talking!” said Miss Eight, interrupting the three masters. She laughed and stared at Lin Feng, like a tiger eyeing its prey. She looked greedy and focused.
Lin Feng took a step backwards. Qing Huang Tian grabbed his arm firmly. Zong Hu also drew closer. The three stood side by side and watched Miss Eight.
“What do you want to do?” asked Lin Feng, smiling nervously. He really wondered what Miss Eight wanted from him.
“Hehe, what we need to do of course.”
“What do we need to do?”
“Sigh, why are you so precise? I’m getting shy. Look! I’m blushing!”
“Oh my God! Speak bluntly! Otherwise, an accident may happen!”
“Bastard! What is that supposed to mean? A soul pact of course! Don’t you want to make a soul pact with me?”
“Ah? I see. I thought too much. Hehe,” Lin Feng blushed. He felt awkward and shook his head.
“…” Miss Eight.