Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

He was not far from the Western Tang Dynasty, his speed slowed down, before entering the Western Tang Dynasty, Ye Feng prepared to find a place to train.    

The current him still had some distance to go to the late stage of Third Level of Void Stage. Thinking about this, Ye Feng couldn't help but shake his head.    

Of course, this was also within his expectations. The higher the cultivation, the harder it was to improve. It was the same for everyone.    

He had advanced from first level to third level in such a short period of time. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a monstrous genius.    

As night approached, green specks of light would appear from time to time on the ancient path of the Wasteland. Some of them were faint flames that drifted about in the wilderness. After all, this place had been the battlefront a few years ago. Some of them were the irises of Demonic Beast s.    

Of course Ye Feng wasn't afraid of a mere Demonic Beast, but at this moment, it would be best to find a place to rest for a while.    

He jumped high into the sky, raised his head and looked around. Finally, he found a village with sparse lights tens of miles away. He flew along the village.    

"Old Uncle, may I ask if there is any spare space in your village? "I'm on my way to your place, and would like to rest here tonight." After a while, Ye Feng's figure appeared at the entrance of the village, just in time to meet an old man. So he went forward and asked, and at the same time took out a Spiritual Stone.    

The old man was startled by Ye Feng's sudden appearance. After sizing him up for a moment, he nodded.    

"We're out for a simple night's rest. How can this old man accept your belongings and take them back?"    

The old man magnanimously rejected Ye Feng's Spiritual Stone reward, which made Ye Feng feel a little embarrassed, and could only clasp his hands towards him in thanks.    

Soon after, he followed the old man to a clean and elegant village room.    

"Young man, let's rest here tonight. My wife coincidentally made some chicken soup and I'll bring a bowl for you to try …" The old man with the walking stick shakily walked out of the village and slowly walked back by himself.    

Outside the countryside, the villagers were often plain and simple.    

This couldn't help but make Ye Feng feel a sense of warmth in his heart.    

If only the World of Martial Dao could be peaceful and peaceful like this old man.    

Ye Feng used his Spirit Force to look around the village. He felt that there were no more than a hundred people in the village, and most of them were just regular people, there were only a few Martial Cultivator s with cultivation, and the strongest one among them was only a middle-aged man with Clear Heart Stage cultivation.    

There wasn't even one Innate Martial Cultivator.    

Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh.    

Not long after, the only middle-aged man of Clear Heart Stage in the village actually appeared together with the old man in front of Ye Feng's room.    

"Dad, it hasn't been peaceful outside recently, so don't just stay with outsiders. I heard that many villages in the Northern Han are having problems for no reason …"    

"When is it your turn to teach this old one a lesson?" This old man knows what he's doing. Don't worry about it too much. Come … "The bowl of chicken soup in my hand is about to spill. Brat, hurry up and help me take it …"    

Ye Feng was in the house, and from afar, he could hear the conversation between the old man and the middle aged man. He couldn't help but laugh, and his impression of the old man and the village improved a bit.    

In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, and where martial dao reigned supreme, people as kind as this old man were becoming rarer and rarer.    

"Old Uncle, you really brought me chicken soup. How can I feel embarrassed about that?"    

Opening the door, Ye Feng smiled as he received the piping hot chicken soup and some simple dishes from the old man. The rich fragrance unexpectedly made Ye Feng's appetite rise.    

He bowed respectfully to thank the old man.    

This kind and kindhearted old man was worthy of Ye Feng's respect.    

As for the old man's son, who was also the Clear Heart Stage middle-aged man, after he carefully sized up Ye Feng, his originally somewhat serious expression became even more cautious.    

Because when his elemental energy had probed Ye Feng's body, it had instantly vanished like a stone sinking into the ocean. It was obvious that the cultivation level of the youth in front of him was far higher than his.    

"Big brother, don't worry. I'm heading to the Western Tang. I just came by to rest for the night, and I have no ill intentions."    

Ye Feng smiled and explained to the middle aged man.    

Naturally, Ye Feng did not want to break the tranquility of this small village, and thus did not reveal his true realm.    

Only then did the middle-aged man's expression slow down, and a trace of a smile appeared on his face.    

When the old man returned home first, Ye Feng gave the middle aged man a few Spiritual Stone s, as well as a few suitable cultivation techniques and martial skills suitable for Clear Heart Stage and the Innate Realm.    

This was the basic principle of Ye Feng as a person. He would never be stingy towards people who treated him well, repay him with favors, and give a lot of cultivation resources to the middle-aged man in return.    

The danger of this world was unpredictable. He hoped that this middle-aged man would have the strength to protect the kind old man and this peaceful village …    

Early morning of the second day.    

After entering the mysterious Round Table to cultivate for the whole night, Ye Feng felt refreshed.    

Although a night's worth of cultivation was not enough to increase his strength by a large margin, it was still a small step that could travel a thousand miles. However, Ye Feng was able to consolidate his own cultivation once more, causing the vitality in his body to become even more concentrated.    

With a solid foundation, he would have a greater chance of breaking through in the future when he advanced to a higher level.    

With Ye Feng's talent in cultivation coupled with the heaven defying effects of the mysterious space, wanting to reach Fourth Level of Void Stage wasn't too difficult for him. But aside from cultivation, the most important thing was to solidify his foundation.    

"It's time to go."    

Ye Feng scanned the entire village again with his Spirit Force, and realised that the old man was not in the village.    

He couldn't help but frown. Originally, he wanted to bid farewell to the old man, but it seemed like there was no longer a need for that.    

Ye Feng who was unconcerned about all this stood up and left the house. For the entire night, his entire mind was immersed in cultivating within the mysterious Round Table, as though he was isolated from the world. He was unable to sense that something was amiss with the village. However, the moment he opened the door, Ye Feng suddenly had a bad premonition.    

Hm?    

He squinted his eyes, and released his spirit power up to the eleventh stage without reservation, instantly enveloping the entire small village. After a moment, Ye Feng who was standing at the door seemed to have found something, causing his pupils to suddenly constrict.    

Not good!    

Something big has happened...