Chapter 65: Demon Emperor? My Ass!

"Wait." Long Feng’s expression changed. "The strange pressure Ye Wuxie released during our battle... that was also Will?"

[Correct. That was Will of a powerful expert.]

Long Feng’s heart shook. So that strange pressure hadn’t simply been some powerful technique. It had been the Will of a powerful expert.

He suddenly understood why the pressure had felt so different from ordinary spiritual energy.

But then, another thought immediately came in his mind.

Ye Wuxie isn’t so much powerful.

How could a sixth-level True Spirit Realm cultivator could possess strength like that, to fight across a major realm all by himself?

Unless, he ’was’ so much powerful.

This thought made his eyes widened.

"A reincarnated expert!"

"So that’s your cheat..." Long Feng couldn’t help muttering. He slapped his own thigh.

Everything suddenly became clear.

In his past life, he had read many such stories where the hero is a very powerful expert, who is then betrayed and killed by one of his own.

Then, he reincarnates into someone else’s body and grows powerful at a rapid pace using all the techniques and methods he had learned in his past life.

And that boy from the same city of Ye Wuxie, had also said the exact same thing. That these strange changes in Ye Wuxie’s talent and personality had appeared just half a year ago.

This means that he had woke up in this body just half a year ago.

But instead of fear, excitement gradually appeared in his eyes. If Ye Wuxie could possess the Will of a powerful expert... Then what about him?

He had the system. And now, the system had actually given him a Will of his own.

Long Feng’s eyes became bright.

"Claim it." The moment his voice fell—

[Reward successfully claimed.]

[Origin: Myriad Illusion Demon Emperor’s Will.]

A strange milky-blue light suddenly appeared in front of Long Feng. It floated quietly for a moment before transforming into a stream of light and shooting directly into his forehead.

Long Feng’s body trembled. A strange sensation spread through his mind.

But it wasn’t the time to feel all that; the moment he heard the strange name, all of his happiness vanished.

"Myriad Illusion... Demon Emperor?"

His face slowly turned strange, then flushed in anger.

"System, couldn’t you give me a normal Emperor’s Will?" He almost cursed. "Why did it have to be a Demon Emperor?"

His expression became increasingly worried.

What if someone discovers it?

If people found out that he possessed the Will of a demon, wouldn’t they immediately treat him as some demonic cultivator?

He could already imagine himself being surrounded by a group of righteous cultivators shouting about eliminating a demon.

"System, can others sense this Will?"

The system calmly responded.

[No one can sense the Will of the Myriad Illusion Demon Emperor unless the host deliberately reveals it.]

Long Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good."

He immediately focused his consciousness inward.

Within his soul sea, he saw a strange milky-blue Will floating quietly. It slowly moved toward the Soul Dominating Mark.

The moment it touched the mark, it merged into it. There was no violent reaction, no explosion, nothing unusual happened.

The only visible change was that the Soul Dominating Mark now possessed a faint blue halo around it.

Long Feng carefully examined it.

That’s it? He couldn’t sense any overwhelming power. But just as he was about to investigate further, he suddenly felt something strange.

The pain in his soul sea, was disappearing.

Long Feng’s expression changed. The soul damage he had suffered during the battle with Ye Wuxie had begun to heal.

The faint ache that had remained in his soul sea was rapidly fading. Even the uncomfortable sensation that had lingered in his consciousness was gradually disappearing.

Long Feng’s eyes widened.

’The Will is healing my soul damage?’

He carefully sensed his soul again. Sure enough, the injuries that had troubled him earlier were recovering at an astonishing speed.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

"So this is the power of an Emperor’s Will..."

Perhaps this will is, in a way, connected to the soul itself.

Although he still didn’t fully understand what this Will could do, just its ability to heal his mental injuries had already made him extremely satisfied.

Long Feng leaned back on the bed. His mood, which had been terrible after his battle with Ye Wuxie, had finally improved considerably.

At least... This trip to the tournament hadn’t been a complete loss.

Long Feng slowly closed his eyes.Now that the strange damage in his soul had been healed, there was no reason to remain idle.

Although his body had also suffered some injuries during the battle with Ye Wuxie, they were nowhere near as troublesome as the damage to his soul.

Physical injuries could be treated with healing pills and spiritual energy.

Soul injuries, on the other hand, were far more troublesome. Fortunately, he now had nothing to worry about.

Long Feng sat cross-legged on the bed and began circulating the Scarlet Ember Cultivation Art.

Wisps of spiritual energy immediately began flowing toward him from the surrounding space. The spiritual energy entered his body through his meridians and slowly circulated through his cultivation technique before gathering within his Golden Core.

His previously sluggish circulation gradually became smoother. Long Feng’s expression relaxed.

’Much better.’

Before receiving the Myriad Illusion Demon Emperor’s Will, even cultivating had felt somewhat uncomfortable because of the damage to his soul.

Now, that feeling had completely disappeared, so he continued cultivating.

The night gradually deepened, but Long Feng remained completely immersed in cultivation.

The spiritual energy around him became increasingly dense as his Golden Core slowly absorbed it.

Although he didn’t break through, he could clearly feel that his foundation had become more stable.

The following morning, sunlight entered through the window and illuminated the room. As Long Feng opened his eyes.

He immediately noticed that the wounds on his body had recovered considerably.

The external injuries that had looked rather serious yesterday had mostly healed, only faint marks remained on his skin.

As for the injuries inside his body, they had nowhere near to heal completely, at least not without any external support.

At least he looked decent, and you couldn’t even tell he got thrashed yesterday.

Long Feng got out of bed and changed into a clean set of clothes. Today was the day the rewards for the Inner Disciple Ranking Tournament would be distributed.

He could have chosen not to go. But why would he?

After all, he had fought his way to the twenty-eighth position. If he didn’t go and missed something important, wouldn’t that be a waste?

Long Feng left his residence and headed toward the central area of the inner sect. By the time he arrived, a huge crowd had already gathered.

The ranking board stood in the center of the square.

Thousands of names were displayed upon it. Almost all the inner disciples had gathered here. Even disciples who hadn’t entered the top thousand had come.

After all, they might not receive any rewards, but they could at least see who had made it into the top rankings.

More importantly, they could see what rewards those disciples had obtained. Looking at your reward doesn’t cost a single point, so let them drool in peace! 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

Long Feng casually glanced through the crowd.

There were familiar faces everywhere. Some disciples were excitedly discussing their rankings, while others were gathered around their friends, congratulating them.

As his gaze swept across the square, he didn’t see Ye Wuxie.

’Looks like he still hasn’t recovered enough to walk.’

Long Feng wasn’t particularly surprised. That battle had not been easy for either of them.

He withdrew his gaze and stood quietly among the disciples. Not long afterward, some powerful aura suddenly descended upon the square.

The noisy crowd gradually became silent.

Several figures flew through the air and landed on the platform in front of the ranking board. They were all elders of the sect.

The elder standing in the center stepped forward. He glanced across the gathered disciples before speaking in a clear voice.

"Silence."

His voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it spread throughout the entire square. The remaining discussions immediately stopped.

The elder nodded. "Today marks the conclusion of the Inner Disciple Ranking Tournament."

His gaze swept across the ranking board.

"After several days of competition, the rankings have finally been decided."

A wave of excitement spread through the crowd. Everyone looked toward the ranking board.

"First, this elder would like to congratulate all the disciples who have entered the top thousand and obtain the qualifications to participate in the Azure Wilderness Trial."

The moment his words fell, cheers erupted from the crowd. Some disciples clenched their fists excitedly. Others looked toward the ranking board with complicated expressions.

Entering the top thousand meant that they had defeated countless other inner disciples. For many of them, it was already a great achievement.

Excited voices immediately rang out. Even some of the disciples who had been relatively calm couldn’t hide their excitement.

The Azure Wilderness Trial is a special event held once every three years. Only the strongest thousand inner disciples of this ranking tournament will be allowed to participate.

This was a rare event, containing countless opportunities. Those who enter will have the chance to obtain resources, treasures, and many more.

Of course, opportunity and danger always exist together.

The Azure Wilderness Trial is not a sightseeing trip. Every disciple who enters must be prepared to fight for their opportunities.

Several disciples’ eyes burned with anticipation.

For them, this was one of the most important reasons they had fought so desperately during the ranking tournament.

"Don’t get too excited. More opportunities also mean more corpses."

The elder’s expression became solemn.

"Remember this well. Once you enter the Azure Wilderness, the protection of the sect will no longer be absolute. If you want an opportunity, you must be prepared to fight for it."