Chapter 1507: Opening a Small Stove and News

on the seat.

Ye Feng blew out a breath of spiritual energy, blowing away the fog that filled the surroundings, revealing the situation of everyone.

Yao Changsheng also woke up.

He discovered that he had broken through to the fourth rank of Quasi-Saint in one fell swoop. He was so fast that even he was shocked and couldn't help but secretly thought:

Could it be that the dream I just had was an epiphany, thinking about the past and understanding the future?

He didn't know that the reason why he was dreaming was because Ye Feng helped Lan Die activate his natal talent and quietly obtain his past life memories.

on the seat.

Ye Feng found that Yao Changsheng did not seem to be suspicious. He breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around and found that the other disciples had basically completed their breakthrough, so he said:

"It seems that you have all made progress."

After hearing this, everyone opened their eyes.

"Thank you, Master, for the opportunity."

The disciples all raised their hands and said.

If it weren't for Ye Feng who single-handedly created the Piaomiao Sect, they wouldn't have been able to practice in such a favorable training environment and achieve huge improvements.

"You are my disciples when you join my Piao Miao Sect. Naturally, I will not treat you badly. This Immortal Fruit Conference was a success. The weakest disciples of the sect have now been successfully promoted to first-level quasi-saints. This is good."

Ye Feng said with a smile.

He personally improves the large flat peach trees every year, making their medicinal effects increase year by year. One day in the future, he will surely be able to cultivate a large flat peach that will turn into an immortal if he eats it.

"Yes, we are actually quasi-saints."

"It's just incredible."

Those eighth-generation disciples who entered the sect this year felt the changes in themselves and found that their strength had increased at least ten thousand times compared to when they first entered the sect.

And this has only been a few months.

"You have just started and your realm is low, so of course your improvement speed will be very fast. However, starting from the quasi-sage and going up to the holy realm, your improvement speed will slow down."

An old disciple explained.

He is a seventh-generation disciple who joined the sect last year. Now, he has become a quasi-sage for the second time, which is considered good.

"That's true. Even though I'm a fifth-generation disciple, I'm only a third-level quasi-sage now, so I'm not much better than you." A disciple sighed with emotion.

"Junior brother, you started later than me, but you have already reached the third level of quasi-sage, and I am a third-generation disciple. Now I am only the third-level quasi-sage. It is really an embarrassment to all our third-generation disciples."

"Don't mention it. I am a second-generation disciple, but I have only reached the fourth level of quasi-sage. You know, we second-generation disciples have basically become saints. Only a few of us are still lagging behind. I really hope that I can be as good as the first-generation disciples. At worst, it’s just a manifestation of the Holy Spirit.”

Yes, all the disciples of the first generation have become saints or above.

In the Piaomiao Sect, one generation of disciples has followed Ye Feng for the longest time. Even the sisters Yu Su and Yu Wei, who had no sense of existence at first, have now become saints.

As for the other generation of disciples, the strongest ones are of course the combat-oriented disciples such as Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Long Tianxing, and Qiao Jiaxi.

Now, they have all broken through Tiansheng.

"Look, that's Senior Brother Shi Lei, that's Second Senior Brother Huo Yunjie, and Third Senior Sister Li Jiaojiao, and Fourth Senior Sister Mo Ying..."

Someone pointed to the sixteen seats in the front row and introduced each of the eight generations of disciples who joined the sect this year.

"Isn't it too strange that a generation of disciples does not have an Immortal Lord... that is, the Holy Realm?"

"Yes, even Senior Sister Ye Qinglian, the chief among our eighth generation disciples, has now reached the level of Immortal Lord."

Some expressed doubts.

"You don't understand. According to legend, Senior Sister Ye Qinglian turns out to be not a human being, but a Heavenly Green Lotus planted by the master himself. It is a top-notch heavenly material and earthly treasure close to the level of the Colorful Enlightenment Tea Tree. After transforming, her talent is naturally terrifying. In this way, it is normal to be promoted to Immortal Lord."

"Oh, that's it!"

"However, I am afraid that a generation of disciples will soon give birth to a powerful Immortal Master? This is the real top young generation!"

All the disciples were shocked.

An hour later.

The second Fairy Fruit Conference officially came to an end.

More than a dozen disciples stayed with Ye Feng and followed him along the stone steps to the top of the mountain slowly.

"How's your recent practice going?"

Ye Feng said.

Behind him were the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, especially the first ten. If not for their arrival, Ye Feng would not have been able to complete the novice mission.

Now in the blink of an eye, eight years have passed.

The Piaomiao Sect has also overcome obstacles all the way from the weak and inferior sect back then to become the number one sect in China today. In a few years, it will be promoted to the Holy Land.

This kind of progress is not small.

"Reporting to the master, the disciple is currently creating a painting. If it succeeds, it can successfully condense the vision of heaven and earth and advance to the heavenly holy realm."

The eldest disciple Shi Lei was the first to speak.

"My disciple is currently practicing swordsmanship. Since breaking through to the Heavenly Saint Realm, I have begun to try to integrate the law with the sword's will. If I succeed, I should be able to be promoted to the Saint."

Huo Yunjie then spoke.

"Master, I'm still cooking. I feel like I've hit a bottleneck recently. If I can succeed, I might be able to advance to the Heavenly Saint Realm in the future."

Li Jiaojiao followed closely behind.

At this time, Mo Ying said: "My ultimate fast sword has hit a bottleneck. If I can break through and understand the law of speed and even the law of time, I may be able to break through to the legendary holy realm."

The other disciples spoke one after another.

Ye Feng quickly grasped their situation and took advantage of the time of going up the mountain to explain them one by one, making all sixteen first-generation disciples enlightened.

Finally, they arrived at the top of Piaomiao Peak.

This is the central courtyard.

In the beginning, Ye Feng and sixteen first-generation disciples lived here, but as time went by, they all had their own floating islands and no longer lived here.

"Today, I won't come back until I'm drunk!"

Ye Feng took out the dragon clan medicinal wine and drank it with the sixteen first-generation disciples, and continued to give them more in-depth guidance, hoping that they could break through faster.

Only in this way can we set an example.

…

A few days later.

Yao Changsheng walked out of his private courtyard and came to the shore of Linghu Lake, preparing to practice boxing here.

As a body of chaos, he has a powerful natal magical power called "Chaos Fist". Once used, his combat power will continue to increase.

Not far away, several third-generation disciples were fishing.

They chatted while fishing, and soon they talked about the Continent of Ten Thousand Races, which caught Yao Changsheng's attention. He quickly listened and couldn't help but ask.

A quarter of an hour later.

When Yao Changsheng learned that the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Races was released by the Great Elder of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Sect and later evolved into the Continent of Ten Thousand Races, posing a huge threat to the Three Thousand Realms, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and froze in place.

"I didn't expect that the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Races would be released by the unlucky elder of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sect. But fortunately, the Ten Thousand Races Continent has been destroyed by the leader."

"Otherwise, I will become a sinner."

Yao Changsheng looked embarrassed.

He secretly left this place, received a mission to go out for training, and then came to the northwest of Baifu City and saw the descendants of all races today.

"Today's tribes are different from before."

Yao Changsheng muttered.

In the past, Wanzu invaded Wanjie, but now, the descendants of these Wanzu have been assimilated into the mainland of China, and have been managed by Baifu City, and have become good people.

Seeing this, Yao Changsheng left with peace of mind.

After returning to the sect, he entered the practice tower and practiced hard for a whole month. He successfully survived the catastrophe of canonization and became the second saint among the eight generations of disciples.

As soon as the news came out, everyone was shocked.

"Yao Changsheng has become a saint?"

"This is too fast!"

"There is no other way. He is a Chaos Body, and he has joined the Piaomiao Sect and has such favorable conditions for practice. It would be strange not to be canonized."

"Oh, it's so irritating that people are so different from each other."

The geniuses of all the forces suddenly frowned. (To be continued)