King of Gods
chapter-1245

Chapter 1245: Another Meeting with Yuan Long

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Chapter 1245 – Another Meeting with Yuan Long

Zhao Hongyi was the green-skinned youth who Zhao Feng had defeated several days ago. His older cousin was an outstanding inner disciple who had long ago broken into the True God level and was already a Rank Four True God.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Zhao Feng bluntly asked after listening to everything.

Zhao Feng was thoroughly puzzled as to why the inner disciple Pan Hao would come to find him and give him so much advice.

“As a Quasi-God prodigy, you don’t even mind becoming a worker disciple to pursue Zhao Yufei. I deeply admire your conduct. You probably have a sincere love for Zhao Yufei!” Pan Hao earnestly said.

“Second, you offended Zhao Hongyi’s cousin, Zhao Lanyi, and among the inner disciples, I happen to be standing opposed to Zhao Lanyi. I came this time to take a look at you and see if you had any hope of becoming a part of my side.” Pan Hao explained his second reason.

The conflicts within the inner disciples were incredibly vicious, as they were related to their opportunities to become core disciples. If Zhao Feng had the strength and potential to become an inner disciple, then Pan Hao needed to get ahead of the crowd and pull Zhao Feng to his side.

Zhao Feng nodded. It seemed like it was no coincidence that Pan Hao came to find him. However, he really didn’t care about the struggle between the Spiritual Race’s inner disciples.

“What about you? Are you not trying to court Zhao Yufei as well?” Zhao Feng curiously asked.

“I suppose I am….” Pan Hao needed to think a little before answering.

There was no one who didn’t love a woman that was both talented and gorgeous, but Pan Hao knew that he would never be able to obtain Zhao Yufei’s favor. Thus, he had no desire to step into that quagmire. But his father spent every day urging him to pursue Zhao Yufei, constantly blabbering about fate and destiny and “who knows?” Maybe Zhao Yufei would take a liking to his son.

Pan Hao could do nothing else except play the part of one of Zhao Yufei’s suitors.

“Pan Hao, you’re an inner disciple. Can you deliver a letter to Zhao Yufei?!” Zhao Feng blurted out as the idea came to him.

“My apologies, I’m not that extraordinary among the inner disciples, so Zhao Yufei would never agree to see me.” Pan Hao chuckled. Despite everything he just said, Zhao Feng was still set on pursuing Zhao Yufei.

Zhao Feng lowered his head, realizing that he had underestimated Zhao Yufei’s status in the Spiritual Race.

“With your current status, you might be able to get a meeting with Zhao Yufei in the next few decades, but…” Pan Hao smiled, leaving Zhao Feng hanging.

“But what?” Zhao Feng realized that Pan Hao was up to something.

“But recently, some of the Spiritual Race’s core disciples have been talking about holding a conference. They’ve invited many core disciples and inner disciples….” Pan Hao smiled.

Zhao Feng knew that Zhao Yufei was definitely one of these core disciples.

“Brother Pan, bring me along!” Zhao Feng’s face shifted as he immediately requested.

“It’s best if you don’t go. This conference is actually being hosted by Quasi-God Luo Yu and Zhao Yufei. These are the two goddesses of the Spiritual Race. Their many suitors will almost all be there,” Pan Hao advised.

All the inner disciples already knew of Zhao Feng’s reputation. If Zhao Feng really appeared, he would definitely end up as a target.

Zhao Feng said nothing, but his eyes remained locked onto Pan Hao.

“You really want to go?”

Zhao Feng didn’t have the right to participate in the conference, but even if Pan Hao didn’t tell him, he would definitely come to know about such a major event sooner or later. Moreover, a madman like Zhao Feng was probably willing to do anything.

“I can bring you, but you’d better not make any trouble!” Pan Hao warned Zhao Feng.

As long as Zhao Feng didn’t cause any drama, he didn’t see any problem with bringing Zhao Feng to have a look.

Pan Hao and Zhao Feng then began to discuss the topics of this conference.

Pan Hao finally left Zhao Feng’s residence in the middle of the night.

“Oh, that’s right, you can relax. Zhao Lanyi is currently in seclusion and won’t try to make trouble with you for the time being. Take this time to use the cultivation resources provided to peripheral disciples and increase your strength.” Pan Hao gave one last word of advice before leaving.

He could tell that Zhao Feng possessed many hidden reserves and was probably not weak. This was indeed someone who could join his side, but Zhao Lanyi was still a Rank Four True God. There was no way Zhao Feng was a match for him, so he decided to warn Zhao Feng against doing anything too out of line.

Once Pan Hao was gone, Zhao Feng entered his own seclusion. Now that he was a peripheral disciple, others could not recklessly disturb him while he was in seclusion, and they certainly weren’t allowed to probe him with their Divine Sense.

One month later, Zhao Feng left his palace. Peripheral disciples didn’t need to perform menial labor, but they needed to take a small mission every month. They would receive a reward commensurate with the difficulty of the mission.

Many new missions would be posted in the mission hall every day. The difficulty levels ranged from the Demigod level to that of a Rank Seven Ancient God, with the divisions being extremely strict. They were available for all the disciples of the race to choose from. These missions could not only be used to temper oneself, but also obtain rewards.

At this moment, intense ripples of Divine Power came from the distance. All the disciples around the mission hall turned to look.

“That is…?” Zhao Feng focused on the horizon. He saw that a small team of three were seated on a flying Yao God that was approaching the mission hall at an extremely fast speed.

The Spiritual Race had a rule that ordinary disciples could not ride flying mounts within the Spiritual Race.

“That’s… a core disciple of the Spiritual Race!” someone called out in shock.

Two of the people on that flying mount had the bloodline of the Spiritual Race.

“So cool!” A female disciple turned her clear eyes toward the youth sitting at the very front of the flying mount.

This youth had a face that would make even a woman envious, and his Spiritual Race blood only made him even more handsome and noble.

But at this moment, this youth was looking right at Zhao Feng.

“It’s him!” This youth that was the focus of attention spoke at the same time as Zhao Feng.

“Yuan Long, you recognize that peripheral disciple?” a girl next to Yuan Long with a pure and simple beauty curiously asked.

“Haha, I didn’t think that you could get here!” Yuan Long couldn’t help but smile.

He had followed his master when they descended to the Continent Zone. When they were taking away Zhao Yufei, he had truly not regarded Zhao Feng very highly. However, Zhao Feng actually managed to rely on his own abilities to enter the Spiritual Race, even becoming a peripheral disciple. This was proof that Zhao Feng was no fool.

Everyone around the mission hall was stunned. The majority of them took Zhao Feng to be a Quasi-God who had worked his way up from being a worker disciple in his pursuit of Zhao Yufei. They never would have expected Zhao Feng to know Yuan Long, a core disciple of the Spiritual Race and one of its true prodigies.

“But the current you is even less of a fit for Senior Sister Yufei.” With this indifferent comment, Yuan Long headed into the mission hall.

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar, as it now seemed that Zhao Feng’s pursuit of Zhao Yufei was not just a one or two-day affair.

“This kid has probably been trying to court Zhao Yufei for a long time.”

“So clingy! Just a toad trying to eat swan flesh!”

The nearby disciples couldn’t help but comment on this matter.

After some time, Yuan Long and the other two disciples finished receiving their rewards and emerged from the hall. Yuan Long gave Zhao Feng an apathetic glance before leaving.

The Spiritual Race girl with the pure and simple beauty gave Zhao Feng a smirk and walked up to him.

“The conference will be in a few days. You’d better show up!” the girl messaged him as she walked past.

“Mm?”

A feminine fragrance filled Zhao Feng’s nose as he sensed that an object had appeared in his hand. As the Spiritual Race girl messaged him, she furtively placed an invitation in his hand.

Zhao Feng gripped the invitation in shock as he watched the Spiritual Race girl leave.