NEW FATHER: THE EMPRESS APPEARED AT MY DOOR WITH OUR DAUGHTER
Chapter 103 The First in History!
Seeing Wei Lingfeng's actions, Fan Shengzhou and the others were first startled, then revealed understanding.
They knew that Wei Lingfeng must have felt inferior in front of the Empress Husband.
Otherwise, with her overbearing personality, why would she submit to the Empress Husband humbly?
Then again.
The Empress husband was a great literary saint, and Wei Lingfeng was at most a pseudo saint.
She had been cultivating bitterly for five to six thousand years and was still less than a third of the level of the Empress Husband. She really had no right to be arrogant in front of the Empress Husband.
So what if he defeated Fan Shengzhou?
In the eyes of the Empress Husband, his arrogance just now was unsightly like a clown.
Wei Lingfeng's words further confirmed everyone's thoughts.
“I think after defeating Fan Shengzhou, I will be able to stand up straight and look down to the entire continent.”
“But I didn't expect that a writer like you would notice me from the side.”
"I just found out now that even though I was standing at the highest position, I was still looked down upon by you!"
There was only a word difference between a Pseudo-Literary Saint and a Literary Saint, but the difference was very far.
In the millions of years of the history of the Cang Dragon Continent, there were hundreds and thousands of pseudo-saints.
As for Saint Literature, he was extremely rare.
Not to mention, this was the first time in history that someone like Lin Xuan had become a Literary Saint at such a young age.
At this moment, Wei Lingfeng only had boundless admiration and admiration for Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan said calmly, “It's important to get to know yourself. Since you know your position, you should work even harder.”
“I'm not proud of myself just because I got some results!”
“Yes, Sir, you are very wise. Your words are accurate! Wei Lingfeng bowed again.
If anyone else were to say this to him, he would definitely retaliate or even attack.
However, the Empress Husband was a saint. No matter what, he did not exaggerate.
Moreover, the words of the Empress Husband made sense. It was the great wisdom spoken by someone who had been in a high position for a long time. She, Wei Lingfeng, was lucky to hear the wise words of the Empress Husband!
Then, Wei Lingfeng bowed to Lin Xuan again and turned to leave.
Fan Shengzhou and the others saw that he was walking leisurely, as if he was relieved.
That makes sense.
Although the Empress Husband criticized Wei Lingfeng, he also vaguely said that he had room for improvement.
How could Wei Lingfeng not be happy to receive the Saint Literature praise at this time?
As for Fan Shengzhou, even though he lost, being able to receive guidance from the Empress Husband was still a resounding defeat.
So he had not taken heart at all of the matter today and instead warmly invited Lin Xuan to teach.
Everyone followed Lin Xuan to the academy excitedly.
They were very confident that being able to receive the current Saint Literature lecture would definitely bring immeasurable benefits to their cultivation in the future.
In the blink of an eye, four hours passed.
Sunsets.
Under the respectful escort of over fifty thousand people from the Three Kingdoms Academy, Lin Xuan took his daughter to the jade carriage and prepared to return to the Northern Mystical Heaven.
The Qilin Mountains in the Eastern Wasteland.
“Shen Wenshan, you can run away once, but you can't run away forever. Let's surrender!”
“Quickly and hand over the Purple Cloud Dragon Emperor Ginseng King to us. Otherwise, not only will we kill you, but we will also destroy your Mystic Cloud Pavilion!”
"Hmph, do you think you can escape?"
An angry and arrogant voice sounded.
At this moment, in the lush grass, two pitiful figures fled quickly.
One of them was the Valley Master of the Medicine God Valley Sect, Wen Yuansong.
The middle-aged man who was with him was the sect master of the Eastern Fatherland Mystic Cloud Pavilion, Shen Wenshan.
Wen Yuansong and Shen Wenshan were close friends.
Recently, Shen Wenshan's daughter, who was less than a year old, had suddenly suffered from a strange illness, so she asked Pill King Wen Yuansong to diagnose her.
Wen Yuansong concluded that Shen Wenshan's daughter's strange illness could only be treated with a spiritual herb called Purple Cloud Dragon Ginseng.
After Shen Wenshan wondered, he learned that there was a mystic realm in the Qilin Mountains where the Purple Cloud Dragon Ginseng might appear.
Today, he invited Wen Yuansong to enter the mystic realm with him to find this spiritual grass.
Fortunately, they quickly discovered the Purple Cloud Dragon Emperor Ginseng and it was the king of Ginseng.
According to legend, such a ginseng king was seen once in ten thousand years and was an extremely rare spirit grass.
Each time it matured, golden roots would grow, and its entire body would be surrounded by immortal energy.
Not only is it effective in restoring energy and soul, but it can also directly clean 360 holes in the human body.
It could raise one's meridians and instantly enhance one's constitution into a powerful body.
Even if it was a human, after eating this ginseng king, they would be able to have incredible cultivation abilities.
If a cultivator was already strong, he would become stronger after eating it.
So for any sect in the Eastern Wasteland, this spiritual grass was the best treasure.
It was because of this that Wen Yuansong and Shen Wenshan drew insane pursuits from other sects.
After all, in the cultivation world, human life was sometimes far more important than a saint-level Spiritual Potion.
The terrible thing was that the sect that was chasing them was extremely strong.
The three Pure Sects, Heavenly Sun Sect, Nine Furnace Heaven Sect, and Giant Spirit Palace were all the top twenty sects in the Eastern Wasteland.
“Yuansong, I didn't expect to burden you!”
A self-deprecating expression appeared on Shen Wenshan's face. “I'll take the back. Quickly bring king ginseng back to save my daughter!”
“This bag is progressing step by step. If we take a step too late, we will be killed by them. Don't waste our breath and run!” Wen Yuansong shook her head and said.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
As the two of them finished talking, hundreds of gusts of wind blew from the grass at the side, and figures flashed by.
Jiang Yuanfan rushed out with four to five hundred Spiritual Wheel Stage powerhouses and arrogantly said, "Shen Wenshan, where are you trying to escape from ?!"
“Hahaha, Mystic Cloud Pavilion is also a big sect in the Eastern Wasteland. I don't expect you to be so useless as a sect master!
The disciples of the Giant Spirit Palace behind Jiang Yuanfan revealed a mocking and arrogant expression.
Shen Wenshan gritted her teeth in anger. "Jiang Yuanfan, I want you dead!"
Just as he was about to summon his flying sword and fight to the death, Wen Yuansong suddenly pulled him back.
Wen Yuansong took out a seven-colored pill from her chest and threw it away.
Bang out!
The medicinal pill exploded and turned into a huge fog.
"Wen Shan, let's go!"
Wen Yuansong hurriedly pulled Shen Wenshan and rushed forward.
At this moment, he knew that fighting them head-on was like attacking a rock with an egg.
Jiang Yuanfan was as strong as Shen Wenshan.
As for Shen Wenshan, he had experienced a fierce battle when he broke through the siege just now and was already covered in wounds. He was no match for Jiang Yuanfan.
Fortunately, he discovered that there was another Fantasy Pill in his storage ring.
After disposing of it, it could explode with mist, which was enough to hold Jiang Yuanfan and the others for a moment.
The two of them ran frantically until a huge natural abyss appeared in front of them.
"This ..." Wen Yuansong looked at the boundless cliff and was speechless.
Shen Wenshan smiled bitterly. “Looks like heaven wants me dead today!”
Both are almost finished. If they jumped down from the cliff right now, they would definitely die!
Seeing the voices of Jiang Yuanfan and the others getting closer, Shen Wenshan suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood.
“If I, Shen Wenshan, die, I will die. My poor daughter is not even one year old!”
"Three Pure Sects, Heavenly Sun Sect, Nine Furnace Heaven Sect, and Giant Spirit Palace, you guys trapped me in a hopeless situation to snatch the Ginseng King."
"If I die, I won't let you go even as a ghost!"
Wen Yuansong shook her head and sighed.
He had seen Shen Wenshan's daughter.
The little girl was beautiful, fat and cute. People liked it as soon as they saw it.
Unfortunately…
"Oh my God, are Wenshan and I really going to die here today?"
Wen Yuansong looked at the sky.
Suddenly, he looked through the fine clouds.
Faintly they could see the luxurious jade carriage moving gracefully under the pull of the four large green-winged birds.
