Chapter 357: Chapter 357
At the foot of Dingfeng Mountain outside Mocheng, the atmosphere had grown tense ever since a strange celestial phenomenon appeared two months ago. Following that event, the mountain's owner, the reclusive Chaos Saint, declared that Dingfeng Mountain would be sealed and that he would no longer seek out or help those with so-called predestined fates.
On the day the mountain gate was shut, he announced something even more shocking: Dingfeng Mountain would be put up for auction in two months.
The mountain itself had once been a barren ridge before the Chaos Saint arrived. Its newfound value came from the Light of Chaos—the luminous staircase that led up the mountainside. This strange light acted as both shield and spiritual booster. The higher one climbed, the faster Dou Qi circulated within the body. Cultivators from every corner of the continent recognized the immense value.
With the auction imminent, powerful families, sects, and even royals from nearby empires had gathered under Dingfeng Mountain, eager to lay claim.
Boom!
A deep bell rang out from the summit. The entire crowd fell silent. Moments later, four figures descended from the sky.
"Queen Medusa!" someone gasped, their voice breaking the silence. A few cultivators who had crossed paths with her before—such as Jia Xingtian from the Jia Ma Empire—recognized her instantly.
"It's him..." Jia Xingtian murmured, his eyes narrowing as they fell on Ye Feng.
Back in Wutan City, Ye Feng had stunned him into coughing up blood with a single scolding. Only now did he realize that the famed Chaos Saint and that terrifying youth were one and the same.
"Great-grandfather, do you know him?" asked a young, armed woman beside Jia Xingtian.
Meanwhile, Ya Fei leaned toward Ye Feng. "Young Master Ye, Princess Yaoye and Jia Xingtian are here too."
Ye Feng merely nodded.
"Want to pour her a cup of tea? She's quite beautiful," Ya Fei teased.
"So what if she is? If people of ordinary standing follow me, it only lowers my own status," Ye Feng replied flatly. "This auction was your idea. Do what makes you happy."
Two months ago, Ye Feng had planned to leave for the Jia Ma Empire's capital. When he mentioned abandoning the Chaos Light on the mountain steps, Ya Fei protested. She thought it wasteful and proposed an auction instead. Hence, the event today.
From the crowd, someone from the Mystic Cloud Sect narrowed their eyes upon seeing Ye Feng.
Ye Feng waved a hand. Flowers and vines bloomed at his feet, weaving into an elegant chair. The Mystic Cloud representative blinked in surprise and cupped her fists in thanks.
Qinglin, observing everything, whispered to Ya Fei, "Sister Ya Fei, why did Master Ye only offer a seat to her?"
"That's Nalan Yanran. Rumor has it she was the first person Ye Feng met in this world. She even saved his life."
"Oh... then maybe we should go easy on her today?" Qinglin asked.
Ya Fei smiled. "If the Mystic Cpoud Sect offers a fair price, I won't object to her getting the Chaos Light."
Suddenly, a familiar voice called out.
"Ya Fei! It's really you!"
An old man stepped forward excitedly. It was none other than Miteer Fujiyama, one of the Jia Ma Empire's ten strongest figures and the chief elder of the prestigious Miteer family.
"Hello, Great Elder," Ya Fei greeted with a polite smile.
"Come back, Ya Fei. The position of clan head is yours if you return," Fujiyama said earnestly.
Since Hai Bodong's return to the capital, Fujiyama had learned of Ya Fei's whereabouts. For Hai Bodong's sake, he publicly declared her the next leader of the Miteer family and sent countless men searching near the desert.
"Great Elder, I know you've been searching for me, but I'm truly happy being Young Master Ye's maid. Please, stop the search."
"Wasn't it your dream to become clan head?" Fujiyama asked.
"It was," Ya Fei admitted. "But my dreams have changed. I want more than to lead a family or run an auction house. I want to become the greatest auctioneer on the continent. This whole continent will be my stage."
Fujiyama sighed. Glancing at Ye Feng, he said, "I'll keep the position for you. No matter where you go, you're still the Miteeer patriarch."
Nearby, over thirty young cultivators knelt in front of the high platform.
"Xuan Bing County requests Chaos Saint to accept me as a disciple!"
"Miao Zhongjie, trained since four, reached ninth level Dou Qi at ten, formed cyclone at eleven. Beg to be accepted!"
"Yao Guichang, trained since three, cyclone at nine. Please, Chaos Saint, accept me!"
More voices followed, men and women alike. Some were so gifted they surpassed Xiao Yan at the same age. Several had been kneeling for over fifty days, refusing to leave without an answer.
Ye Feng was an extraordinary figure—powerful in cultivation, formation, and alchemy. Who wouldn't want to learn under him?
But Ye Feng shook his head. "I've said it before. I have no intention of accepting disciples. Go home."
"Then I'll kneel forever! I've already been here fifty days. I'll stay until you agree!" one young man declared, voice full of resolve.
"Then kneel as long as you like." Ye Feng didn't spare him a glance. He turned to Ya Fei. "Ignore them. I won't change my mind. Let's begin the auction. Once it's over, we're leaving this place."