Merging with Demon Spirits

Chapter 909: Chapter 700: Celebration

The next day.

Ten o’clock in the morning.

The sound of firecrackers crackled loudly, echoing through the sky. Outside the newly completed Hua’s Hall, people came and went, creating a bustling atmosphere.

Hundreds of residents from Suspended City gathered together, curiously examining this Celestial King Hall imbued with Eastern elements.

Many watched, and many brought gifts, but only a few had the qualifications to enter.

Today marks the second day of Baruch’s challenge to Lin Feng, exactly fifteen days after Lin Feng’s first appearance as an Apostle.

It is also the day of Hua’s Hall’s completion ceremony.

This is not just a housewarming celebration; it symbolizes that from today onwards, Lin Feng can officially enjoy the privileges of a Celestial King.

The completion ceremony of the Celestial King Hall is also a rare festive day for Suspended City, with many Celestial Kings attending with their Apostles.

Those Celestial Kings not in attendance would have their Apostles deliver a housewarming gift.

This is basic etiquette and a tradition over the years, even if some Celestial Kings are not fond of Lin Feng and don’t welcome him.

Of course, the housewarming gifts are ordinary and mundane, completely different from the prize betted on an Apostle’s first showcase, starkly different in value.

Lin Feng doesn’t like such overly lively scenes.

Having just joined Pure Land, he didn’t have his own Apostle, so he sent out the self-nominated Hong Yi to greet those bringing gifts at the entrance.

Although Hua’s Hall has stewards and servants, they are not qualified to greet Celestial Kings and Apostles.

”Welcome everyone.”

Hong Yi wore a festive red outfit, with a large ”Joy” character embroidered in gold on her upper garment, as she greeted the gift-givers with a smiling face.

Looking at the radiant smile, revealing dimples of the young lady, the gift givers were all surprised.

Is there a need to be this happy?

Those unaware might have thought Hong Yi was Celestial King Hua’s Apostle.

Does Spirit Celestial King have any objections to this?

”Perhaps precisely because there are objections, they didn’t attend, only sent their son Qi Jin to deliver a gift.”

Someone secretly speculated.

At this moment, Qi Jin handed over the gift and looked at the exuberant Hong Yi, his expression somewhat speechless.

These days, he hadn’t seen Hong Yi, and it was only when Spirit Celestial King sent him to deliver a gift that he discovered Hong Yi’s whereabouts.

Seeing Hong Yi’s demeanor, Qi Jin seemed to have guessed her intentions, which made him anxious.

”Hong Yi, you really think of yourself as Celestial King Hua’s Apostle?”

Qi Jin asked with a smile.

”No, Brother Feng has always been my big brother. He doesn’t have an Apostle yet, so I’m just here to help out.”

Hong Yi shook her head and casually handed the gift to the servant behind her.

She assumed this was natural and didn’t notice Qi Jin’s probing.

Nor did she notice the flash of anger in Qi Jin’s eyes.

At the Apostle’s first showcase, although Lin Feng agreed for Hong Yi to become his Apostle, he had yet to discuss it with Spirit Celestial King, and Spirit Celestial King’s attitude towards this matter was still uncertain.

Hong Yi has only been Spirit Celestial King’s Apostle for about a month, and they are still unfamiliar, to the extent that Spirit Celestial King hasn’t paid much attention to Hong Yi.

Since arriving at Pure Land, Hong Yi has mostly been cultivating on her own.

Logically, if Lin Feng asked, it might incur a favor, or say, a price to pay. Being just a new Apostle, Spirit Celestial King wouldn’t likely refuse.

But Hong Yi is not a typical Apostle.

As a Spirit Medium, she possesses the Emperor’s combat power.

Among Apostles, only three others possess the Emperor’s combat power.

Initially, there were four, but one of them died yesterday.

Hence, Spirit Celestial King most likely wouldn’t agree.

Moreover, being a Spirit Medium as well, Lin Feng isn’t sure about any special thoughts Spirit Celestial King might have regarding Hong Yi.

A one-of-a-kind, living Demon Beast from the Celestial Chart, having some thoughts wouldn’t be unusual.

Having just joined Pure Land, having just ascended to the position of Celestial King, Lin Feng doesn’t want a direct confrontation with other Celestial Kings for now.

He inherently has conflicts and animosity with Beast Celestial King and Dream Celestial King, where if given a chance, they would kill each other. If he were to clash with Spirit Celestial King, his situation would become more difficult and dangerous.

Even though Lin Feng killed Baruch yesterday, he isn’t confident enough to think he could kill a Celestial King.

The Twelve Celestial Kings and ordinary Emperors are two different concepts.

Whose hands among the Celestial Kings aren’t stained with the blood of an Emperor?

Lin Feng plans to keep a low profile for a period, using the treatments and resources a Celestial King can enjoy, to quickly enhance his strength.

When he breaks through to Extraordinary, he won’t need to worry about so many things.

Hong Yi has no objections to this.

She joined Pure Land for self-preservation and to quickly gain power.

Being a Spirit Medium, she could also learn a lot from Spirit Celestial King.

This is something Lin Feng couldn’t provide.

Additionally, their initial intentions were overly simplistic. After all, Hong Yi is Spirit Celestial King’s Apostle, not someone who could be claimed by Lin Feng at just a word.

Lin Feng doesn’t have such intimidating power.

Even if Hong Yi can utilize the Pretend to Sleep state and borrow Sha Mi’s power, she doesn’t have much self-preserving ability against a Celestial King at this stage.

Thus, both must act low-key, secretly accumulating power, and developing their own influence.

Reception room.

”Take care.”

Lin Feng rose to see off Celestial King Hai and his Apostle, Polona Segura.

”Celestial King Hua, stay.”

Polona Segura slightly bowed to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded, stopping his steps.

Before leaving, Polona Segura turned to look at Lin Feng one last time, departing with complex feelings.

”Finally gone.”

Out of the Twelve Celestial Kings, five came to celebrate today.

Those not present also sent Apostles with gifts, Beast Celestial King included.

This surprised Lin Feng.

But it didn’t bother him; he casually threw their gift into the trash.

Just as Lin Feng saw off Celestial King Hai, thinking today’s completion ceremony was over, he saw a young man carrying a gift box entering the reception room.

”Who are you?”

Lin Feng stood up, showing a questioning expression.

He didn’t recognize the person.

Lin Feng’s gaze focused on the young man’s features.

The young man had an Eastern face, about thirty years old, unremarkable in appearance with no distinctive features, except for one black and one purple unique eye that caught attention.

Lin Feng couldn’t sense the man’s aura but felt a hint of danger for some reason.

”Unique eyes? A new Apostle?”

Lin Feng speculated, watching the unusual pupils more closely.

”Greetings, Celestial King Hua. I am Dream Celestial King’s Apostle, my name is Wang Mian.”

The young man introduced himself.

Upon hearing he was Dream Celestial King’s Apostle, Lin Feng’s previously cordial expression instantly cooled.

Wang Mian smiled slightly, seemingly indicating he meant no harm.

Lin Feng’s expression was cold.

Lin Feng had knowledge of Dream Celestial King’s two Apostles, but this young man wasn’t one of them.

Clearly, the young man was a new Apostle of Dream Celestial King.

”Take the gift back, tell Dream Celestial King he’s not welcome here.” Lin Feng said indifferently.

He made no attempt to hide his disgust and hatred towards Dream Celestial King.

”Leave.”

When the young man still stood unmoving, with an odd smile on his face, Lin Feng shouted loudly.

Despite Lin Feng’s reprimand, Wang Mian remained calm, smiling as he put down the gift box and started to leave. Before departing, he looked at Lin Feng and spoke softly, ”Are you sure you want me to leave?”

Lin Feng frowned slightly.

What kind of madness had overcome this Wang Mian?

Wang Mian walked towards the exit, muttering to himself, ”Don’t you want to deal with White Clothes?”

The faint words reached Lin Feng’s ears, leaving him dumbstruck, his body instantly frozen.