Ning An's Wild Wish System-Chapter 60 - 55: I, Dao Feng, This Operation Is at Least a Perfect Score!
"Why is it so lively here at the Great Emperor’s place today?"
Inside Yama’s Fifth Hall, Dao Feng, with a changed demeanor, held a decree painted in mountain and water ink lines, and said carelessly:
"Old man, why do you care so much? Just tell me if you’re going to lend it or not. If not, it’s no big deal. At worst, I’ll say a few nice words to that old fellow. He can’t beat me to death."
"..."
King Yama was speechless.
But he simply waved his hand and, speechless with emotion, said, "I’ll lend it, okay?"
Then, King Yama pointed to several officials in the hall, all of them with shoulders like tigers and waists like wolves, and said:
"You few, escort this master and choose clansmen from our branch."
In less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the entire Underworld Bureau was alarmed.
Behind Dao Feng were muscular, very robust Yin Cha of the Witch Race.
Row after row, from whichever direction you looked, their formation was a straight line, with bare-chested warriors, all wielding warhammer weapons, their expressions solemn.
Even if you observe carefully, you’d notice that these sturdy men are almost the same height.
Under Dao Feng’s persistent coaxing, every Underworld Bureau grandly made arrangements, as the face of Emperor Fengdu’s decree must be respected.
These thirty thousand Yin Cha of the Witch Race were basically carefully selected, with requirements reportedly based on a certain country in the human realm.
Leaders of each squad were personally vetted by Dao Feng to ensure foolproof arrangements.
As Dao Feng hurriedly arranged this affair, Underworld Bureau gossip quickly learned that Emperor Fengdu had taken his eighth foster son, the eighth Minor Ancestor...
During the era of connecting heaven and earth, the Great Emperor took in a foster son.
It’s hard to imagine what a prodigy this Minor Ancestor might be?
Curiosity sparked numerous rumors.
Especially since that Earth God who would draw his sword at any disagreement was still in the Netherworld!
Some say Ning An broke the connecting node of heaven and earth, chosen by the Celestial Dao, assisting Emperor Fengdu to complete self-transcendence, reshaping the Three Realms and Six Paths;
Others say Ning An is Emperor Fengdu’s illegitimate child, otherwise, it’s hard to explain how in the Dharma Decline Era, he has a strong presence of supreme Daoist skill yet serves as Earth God...
But regardless of the aspects, some legitimate Underworld deities felt Dao Feng was a bit too exaggerated in the showmanship.
A Ghost King in a white robe was forced to approach from afar, his steel fork absent, frowning upon seeing Dao Feng:
"Sixth Brother, isn’t this a bit too exaggerated?"
"Hah, you don’t understand." Dao Feng shook his head, eccentric, saying, "But rest assured, Brother, I won’t forget your share."
"What’s the new eighth brother foster father’s hobby?"
"Brother, you’re joking." Dao Feng grinned, saying, "Your mere presence is a great gift enough, why bother with worldly items?"
"If your smile wasn’t so sleazy, I might have believed it." The Ghost King spat twice, turned and headed towards the viewing platform.
Seeing the hour, Dao Feng looked at the thirty thousand vigorous Yin Cha of the Witch Race and shouted clearly:
"Hey, my warriors of the Witch Race~"
Near the viewing platform, three thousand muscular Witch Race warriors roared to the sky:
"Here!"
"Good, your spirit is commendable." Dao Feng nodded with satisfaction, "The ceremony begins in almost one incense stick of time!"
Tsk!
Played by the dog!
The excitement in the Witch Race Yin Cha just risen almost got stifled by this remark...
Dao Feng was equally nervous.
Nevertheless, it was normal; others didn’t know Ning An’s importance, but Dao Feng, one of the three insiders, was crystal clear about it!
Not mentioning anything else, during the Dharma Decline Era, helping to gather incense and candle merit, aiding immortals and deities to break through mirrors, is enough to move any legitimate deity below Daluo!
Moreover, his brother’s background is unfathomable, as Emperor Fengdu’s foster son, he knows more than others.
Ordinary immortals and deities can’t travel to other realms, and even the likes of the old man, though unmatched in power, are closely monitored by the Celestial Dao, preventing interference with other realms.
Ning An even agreed to his excessive demands; Dao Feng absolutely can’t lose face!
Looking at the blank decree of the Great Emperor, Dao Feng pretended to scrutinize it repeatedly, while mentally reciting his prepared speech, fearing any stumbles during the declaration.
For practitioners, closing a small retreat often equals sixty years, while the time of one incense stick is but a small nap to everyone present.
But for Dao Feng, this one incense stick of time felt exceedingly long...
Finally!
"Warriors of the Witch Race~~"
"Here!"
"Let’s go!"
"Yes!"
With a light whistle from Dao Feng, the spirits of all Witch Race Yin Cha rallied with vigor. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Roar! Roar! Roar!
As the squads marched forth, thousands of flood dragons appeared from the sea of clouds, bursting through the sky, revealing their forms!
Glistening rows of scales shone brightly under the reflected geothermal light, flood dragons crossing the sea, an extraordinary spectacle!
Meanwhile, on the viewing platform, several Underworld deities noticed something amiss, pulling their gazes from the ghost women’s dance to look toward Dao Feng’s direction.
"What’s this arrangement?!"
"Unclear, Dao Feng that guy... his mind works differently..."
"Speaking of, the Great Emperor accepting a foster son is a big deal, but isn’t this celebration a bit too grand?"
Several Underworld deities whispered among themselves, keeping their voices confined within earshot.
After all, as the Great Emperor’s foster son, Dao Feng’s reputation requires respect.
The mighty army rode the wind, reaching the grounds near the viewing platform in a blink of an eye.
At this moment, Dao Feng’s casual demeanor vanished, his voice deep:
"Present—the statue of the Minor Ancestor Eight!"
"Yo hey, present the statue~~"
The rhythmic chants began as team leaders flew out, carrying an eight-zhang-eight-tall statue, finally placing it in the center.
At the same time, fireworks erupted around the viewing platform, smoke gently rising.
Dao Feng shouted again loudly: "Present the Minor Ancestor Eight~"
Minor Ancestor Eight?
Some Underworld deities were initially puzzled but quickly realized that this so-called Minor Ancestor Eight must be the newly acquired foster son of Emperor Fengdu.
Instinctively, everyone searched for Ning An among the crowd, eager to see the Great Emperor’s new foster child, a supposed child of destiny.
At the same instant, in Dao Feng’s area, the bamboo sea gently swayed, wind rose, gradually fiercer, then violently sweeping Ning An in confusion.
As the wind ceased, Ning An’s figure disappeared.
When Ning An finally gathered his thoughts, he was already near the viewing platform, and before him, his statue stood prominently!
Looking around at the hordes of sturdy warriors, then glancing at the viewing platform populated with renowned Underworld deities, Ning An felt a bit faint.
Damnit!
Dao Feng claimed the welcome ceremony would be something special, but this was too special!
