Chapter 466: The Sea of Kun Tian

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This decision still brought Gule quite a bit of criticism. For ordinary people, joining Rose was fine, but as a long-renowned disciple, he took a big gulp and said with a smile, "What, Brother Xiao also wants to join Rose's Ghost-Level Class? Then as a newbie at Rose, I’d finally have someone to talk to. But with your level, you might even qualify for the advanced class directly, right?"

The advanced class—that meant ghost level! Old Wang's Sacred Triangle was no ordinary thing. Though he had only glimpsed the surface, it had already left an extraordinary aura on Xiao Bang. Frankly, when the Counterattack Storm reached its peak, he could achieve ghost-level combat power too!

Xiao Bang smiled faintly and shook his head slightly. "I'm not ghost level."

But before he could say another word, the soothing music around them quieted slightly. Old Wang, who had been circulating through the crowd with his drink, now raised a hand to signal the musicians on stage to stop playing.

The musicians left, and the front stage was quickly cleared. Old Wang stepped up, and the murmurs and drinking games around the hall fell silent. Hundreds of eyes turned toward Wang Feng on stage.

"Everyone here tonight, celebrating Rose Holy Sanctuary’s victory with sincerity, is Rose Holy Sanctuary's true family. First, I want to thank you all for your support!" Old Wang raised his glass for an opening toast, met with applause and cheers from below.

He gestured for quiet.

"While chatting earlier, many of you asked about the Ghost-Level Class. As you all know me, the official statement was just given at the press conference."

A chuckle spread through the crowd. Old Wang’s earlier spiel had left the reporters baffled—but that was the "official" version. What about the inside scoop?

"The Ghost-Level Class will open soon. Other Holy Sanctuary disciples might have to go through applications and screenings, but for friends here tonight, that’s all waived. If you’re at Tiger Peak and want to join, I guarantee everyone an immediate enrollment spot!"

This was a universal answer. The Ice Spirit group wasn’t worried—given their ties with Old Wang, they never doubted their spots. But for those from Fire God Mountain, Quicksand Sanctuary, and Dragon Moon Holy Sanctuary, this confirmation was a huge relief. Not only did it verify the Ghost-Level Class’s legitimacy, but it also promised spots and a timeline—far more concrete than the vague press conference statements.

"Also, while the Ghost-Level Class and the advanced class are both hosted at Rose, that doesn’t mean you have to transfer here. Think of it like an exchange student arrangement—you can keep your original Holy Sanctuary enrollment..."

Murmurs of surprise rose from the Fire God, Quicksand, and Dragon Moon groups. These three Holy Sanctuaries had strong internal cohesion. The idea of abandoning their original enrollment for power would’ve been painful, but an exchange student arrangement? Much easier to swallow.

"And I guarantee—once you join the Ghost-Level Class, within a year at most, as long as you stick with it, you will reach ghost level!"

The previously buzzing hall fell completely silent. Except for Xiao Bang, everyone stared at Wang Feng in shock. This promise was outrageous. Even the Holy City couldn’t promise that. And even if Rose had resources, could they really support so many?

Hei Wukai smirked. He wasn’t interested in this—he just wanted a good fight with Wang Feng. At his level, breakthroughs required worthy opponents. But he was curious: with Wang Feng juggling so much, where did he find time to train? Was he really a natural-born genius?

The rumors weren’t baseless. Many now believed Rose had a stable method to reach ghost level—but surely at a heavy price, and with a success rate. Even the Holy City’s famed "ghost-level training program" had strict standards and failure rates. Yet Rose claimed any Tiger Peak could join? The failure rate must be astronomical! Outside observers estimated a 30% success rate would already be miraculous. But Wang Feng just said... all of them? Within a year? This...

"Old Wang, you’re not pulling our legs this time, right?"

"I bluff outsiders. Are you outsiders?"

"Captain, seriously? A year? What about us three—think we could do it in six months?" Aota and Dongbuluo’s eyes were wide. If others needed a year, they’d take half that! If they could hit ghost level in six months, why return to Ice Spirit? They’d follow Captain straight to Rose!

"As long as you’re not too lazy."

"Six months? Hmph!" Mo Tong, red-faced and reeking of alcohol, oozed confidence. "You three are weak. I’m telling you, I’ll do it in two months!"

"Mo Tong, sober up first," Aota waved impatiently.

"Hey, you don’t believe me?" Mo Tong glared. "Want to make a bet who hits ghost level first? Loser crawls around Rose ten times!"

Aota nearly rolled his eyes. What sin had he committed to end up with such an immature junior? Even his bets were ridiculously simple. Ignoring him, Mo Tong kept muttering stubbornly.

Laughter broke out, lightening the atmosphere.

"Ghost level—the sooner, the better. Rose’s team returns to Aurora City in three days. If you’re serious about joining, start packing and head straight to Rose." Old Wang raised his glass with a laugh. "That’s all I’ve got. If you trust Wang Feng, come to Rose. Tonight, let’s celebrate—no one leaves until they're drunk!"

"Ho ho, long live Rose! Long live Old Wang! We drink until we drop!"

It must be said that without yesterday's miraculous victory, no matter how close one was to Old Wang, his words would hardly be convincing. But now, Wang Feng's strength has reached a breathtaking level. Even though he still appears somewhat unorthodox, the weight of his words carries an entirely different authority among his closest friends.

Of course, the only one not surprised at all was Xiao Bang. While others pondered the plausibility of Wang Feng's claims, he had already delved into a deeper level of interpretation. He seemed to grasp a hint of his master's true essence.

Engagement with the world—this was true engagement! Leading the younger generation by example, maintaining a distance just visible to all, rather than preaching from a lofty position. What greatness! What dedication!

Master... this is the true spirit and legacy of the Holy Sanctuary!

...

They stayed in Blade City for three more days, primarily because the Rose team needed rest and recovery. On the other hand, the number of people seeking to meet Wang Feng had grown overwhelming. Old Wang turned down most requests politely, but there were two individuals he simply couldn't refuse.

The first was the Southern Beast Tribe's Grand Elder, Urusa.

The entire beastman tribe had twelve elders, corresponding to the twelve golden bloodlines of the ancient Beast God totem. Urusa belonged to the Golden Behemoth bloodline, ranked second among the twelve golden bloodlines, and held immense prestige among the beastmen. He was also the foremost leader of the Ragewind Council within the Southern Beast Tribe.

Old Wang had once discussed this Grand Elder with Udaan. According to Udaan, the man was wise, experienced, and meticulous. Though over a hundred years old, his mind remained as sharp as in his prime. He was neither rigid nor dogmatic, embracing new ideas with ease. His life had been devoted to the rise and fall of the Southern Beast Tribe. Though his political views differed from Udaan's, he was one of the few Udaan deeply respected. If nothing else, for Udaan's sake alone, meeting him was a matter of both courtesy and principle.

Originally, Urusa had intended for this meeting to be secret. But given Wang Feng's current popularity in Blade City, paparazzi swarmed wherever he went. Reporters crowded beneath the windows of the inn... Meeting him unnoticed was an impossible task. Thus, the secret meeting turned public to some degree, with Urusa paying a formal visit to Hawkland to express gratitude for Rose Holy Sanctuary's guidance of the two beastman youths.

This was a perfectly reasonable pretext, hardly indicative of any shift in the beastmen's stance. For such an occasion, Kela and Wu Di naturally had to be present, and Wang Feng's presence as their captain was only proper. It was said the group conversed amicably in the reception hall of the Holy Light Inn. As for what exactly was discussed—once the doors closed, outsiders were left in the dark.

The second unavoidable meeting was with the Nine Gods' Prince Longjing.

Frankly, Longjing's choice to meet Wang Feng was seen by the outside world as nothing short of a shocking development.

Wang Feng had just challenged the Holy City, and now a heavyweight from the Nine Gods was making such an overt approach? What was the intention—to sway Wang Feng and Rose to their side? If it were anyone else, it might not have raised eyebrows—after all, the Nine Gods' tactics of sowing discord were nothing new. But the fact that it was Wang Feng...

Not long ago, rumors had swirled that Wang Feng was a Nine Gods spy. Though the Eight Rounds Battle had cleared his name, suspicions lingered like where there's smoke, there's fire. After all, he did have a past accusation...

In these times, even baseless rumors could be deadly. Agreeing to meet would undoubtedly give ammunition to those eager to frame him. Yet refusing outright would only fuel claims of a guilty conscience.

So Old Wang met him—not only met him but invited a crowd to join, turning it into a banquet-like affair. A public setting, a public meeting—this way, no one could exploit it for ulterior motives. Of course, there was another, more hidden reason... Old Wang could use this opportunity to meet the one who truly wished to see him: Grand Duke Cang Jue.

Old Wang's connection with the Cang family had been established after leaving Dragon City, through Cang Jue, the Holy Maiden of the Celestial Master Sect. Disguised, she had boarded the maglev train with Wang Feng and the others to Aurora City.

Without Cang Jue as the intermediary, Old Wang wouldn't have been able to leverage the Cang family's influence, much less orchestrate the financial scam in Aurora City that fleeced the unlucky mayor. In many ways, it all began with the Cang family. And through this scheme, Old Wang had developed a certain degree of trust in them.

Of course, it was only "a certain degree" of trust. Deeper interactions remained risky for both sides and couldn't be rushed. In truth, whether it was the Cang family's belief in Wang Feng's identity as the Holy Lord or Wang Feng's trust in the Cang family's Celestial Master Sect background, both sides were still in a phase of "further understanding." Even the Aurora City scheme had been a mutually beneficial collaboration—a means to build trust through cooperation and observation.

Thus, during their banquet meeting, neither spoke of anything clandestine. It was all polite small talk, meaningful glances, and a few simple hints exchanged.

These were two true masters of deception. Old Wang's acting skills needed no elaboration—he had the entire Blade City spinning in circles. Meanwhile, the Cang family had been performing their act in the Nine Gods for two centuries—absolute master manipulators.

With just a brief exchange of pleasantries, both recognized the other's impeccable acting... truly birds of a feather! Sharing a knowing smile, they each left with a favorable impression of the other's shrewdness.

Whether or not the other was the one they sought, having such a dual-sided partner was bound to be a mutually satisfying arrangement.

The Kun Tian Sea

Among the Three Upper Seas, the most vast and majestic, also known as the Giant God Sea. Legend speaks of the titanic "Kun" breeding here, hence the Kun Tian Sea is home to countless colossal sea clans. The royal lineage of the giant whales, inheritors of Kun's blood, rule over these massive sea clans.

"Kun Lin!!!"

With a furious roar, the entire Whale King Palace trembled. It was the bellow of the Chief Elder, Jingya. The palace servants exchanged resigned glances—no doubt, their king, the young Emperor Kun Lin, had fled again...

Moments later, a strikingly beautiful whale-woman knelt trembling before Elder Jingya.

"Jingyao, what were my instructions to you! His Majesty is still young! You absolutely must keep an eye on him! Where is he! Where is His Majesty now!"

"Elder, I..." Jingyao was full of grievances. She had always guarded His Majesty well, but who could have expected that His Majesty would use... his charms... saying he liked her, wanted to make her his Queen Consort, and have children with her. Overjoyed, she let her guard down. The entire clan was eagerly awaiting His Majesty to quickly produce heirs for the royal bloodline, and she, too, was anxious. Regardless of whether she liked it or not, bearing offspring for the legitimate royal line of the whale clan was the greatest honor for any female of the sea tribes.

"I didn’t come here to listen to your excuses! Speak! Tell me everything about His Majesty these past few days—who he met, what he saw, every single detail!"

"Yes, Elder..."

Jingyao thought carefully for a moment before beginning her account, speaking slowly, "His Majesty has been eating regularly these days, all training meals to temper his physique. Every day, he went to the drilling grounds to cultivate the Great Whale's True Form with the guards. Oh, there was a new guard, younger than His Majesty, whom His Majesty grew quite close to. He was recommended by the Crow Tribe—the seventh son of the Crow Tribe’s tribal chief."

Jingyao paused slightly, as if confirming something, and Elder Jingya did not rush her.

After a while, Jingyao continued softly, "It must have been yesterday when His Majesty spoke privately with Wu’s seventh son for a long time."

With a glance from Jingya, over a dozen guards immediately rushed out. Moments later, they returned one by one.

Wu’s seventh son was also missing!

Crash!

Jingya slammed his fist down, shattering a jade table into dust. "Investigate! Find out which guards were close to Wu’s seventh son!"

Soon, two Crow Tribe guards knelt before Jingya.

"Elder, this matter has nothing to do with the Crow Tribe!"

"That seventh son, he’s slow-witted and stubborn—he would never be the type to lead His Majesty astray!"

"Perhaps it was His Majesty’s way of diverting attention. Though young, His Majesty is both wise and brave..."

"Enough!"

Jingya silenced their excuses. "I have no intention of blaming the Crow Tribe! But with His Majesty and Wu’s seventh son missing, we need concrete information to determine where His Majesty might have gone. What did Wu’s seventh son say to His Majesty these past few days? What might he have told His Majesty? Speak of what you’ve heard—even if you haven’t, say what you suspect."

The two guards relaxed slightly. The fate of Wu’s seventh son was of no concern—the tribal chief had no shortage of descendants, with over a dozen younger brothers below the seventh son. His name alone showed how little the tribal chief cared for him—just "Seventh Son." The two pondered carefully, then suddenly paled. "Could it be... the Dragon Abyss Sea?"

"Dragon Abyss Sea?"

"A few days ago, when we were chatting about the secret treasure of the Dragon Abyss Sea and the appearance of the Nine-Headed Dragon, Wu’s seventh son was nearby."

"But we can’t be sure..."

"Think harder. Did you mention anything else in front of Wu’s seventh son? Maybe not major things—any interesting little anecdotes?"

"Could it also be the Eight Tribes’ marriage proposal for Lucky Heaven..."

Under Elder Jingya’s guidance, the two Crow Tribe guards spilled every detail they knew about Wu’s seventh son since his arrival at the palace.

Elder Jingya mulled over for a long time. There was no doubt left. His Majesty was naturally curious, having become the king of the whale clan at such a young age. Moreover, during the forging of his True Form, the royal confidence runs highest. Hearing news of the secret treasure emerging in the Dragon Abyss Sea at this time...

"Muster all guards to my Tusk Palace! Lock down the entire palace at once!"

The news of His Majesty’s escape couldn’t be contained, but where he had gone must not get out!

Jingya’s clenched fist trembled slightly. The Dragon Abyss Sea was now a meat grinder. Though His Majesty bore the purest Kun whale lineage in the world, he was still far too young! In another twenty years—no, even just ten—His Majesty would have the strength to stand on his own. He could go anywhere then! But now, he was still too weak!

Damn it all! His Majesty was the last of the Kun whale lineage! If the other two great clans discovered him in the Dragon Abyss Sea, the consequences would be unthinkable! At best, they would steal his bloodline; at worst, the entire whale clan might be endangered! Without the Kun whale lineage, the whale clan would eventually splinter as the royal line died out. Only the blood of Kun could unite the strong-willed great clans into one.

His Majesty must be brought back safely to the Kun Sky Sea!

But...who should go?

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