Peerless Martial God 2

Lin Feng stood by the river for the entire night. On this night, Lin Feng could see the scenery beside the river. On the small bridge, there was the sound of water flowing, the stars were shining, the cicadas were chirping, and the frogs were croaking. Faintly, Lin Feng's Tao Meaning of the Five Elements had become more and more advanced, and the Tao Meaning of Movement had also reached a certain level.    

    

The platform of the bridge is the essence of wood, and the straightness of wood, and the essence of wood.    

    

The sound of water was the essence of water. It was also the softness of water. The essence of water!    

    

The stars were the essence of stillness, the silence of stillness, and the Dao of stillness.    

    

The chirping of cicadas and the croaking of frogs was the essence of movement. It was also the essence of movement.    

    

After a night of standing, Lin Feng's Tao Meaning had improved quite a bit. Although it could not be said that the Tao Meaning of Water and Wood of the current five elements could reach the second level, as long as there was an opportunity, he would be able to break through.    

    

Lin Feng was now able to break through to the Holy Emperor with Initial Success because he had reached the third level of the demonic Tao. However, if he wanted to break through to the Great Perfection Holy Emperor, he would have to reach the second or even the third level of the Tao Meaning.    

    

The morning sun illuminated the river, and the morning dew soaked Lin Feng's clothes. Lin Feng looked up at the sun, and a warm feeling washed over him.    

    

"Grand Elder Lin Feng, please come to the Sect Master's Pavilion!"    

    

Just as it was quiet, a loud shout of Sound Transmitting spread throughout the entire Divine Sect. Lin Feng frowned and looked towards Fan Shengjun's pavilion.    

    

This was Fan Shengjun's shout, so it should be that he had something to do. Lin Feng did not hesitate, his footsteps collapsed, and he flew past the sky, heading towards Fan Shengjun's sect master's pavilion.    

    

Very quickly, Lin Feng stood outside the pavilion. Wu Lin stood at the door, as if he was deliberately waiting for Lin Feng's arrival.    

    

Wu Lin once again faced Lin Feng with a myriad of emotions in his heart, but no matter what, he did not dare to have the slightest bit of hatred. Lin Feng had already become his grandmaster and was also the Grand Elder. How could he dare to scheme against Lin Feng?    

    

"Grandmaster, please come in." Wu Lin respectfully greeted him with a gesture and opened the door. Lin Feng smiled and slowly walked in.    

    

"Martial Uncle Lin Feng, Martial Nephew also has something to explain, so please forgive me for disturbing Martial Uncle."    

    

Fan Shengjun stood in the middle of the hall. When he saw Lin Feng walk in, he cupped his fists apologetically and said with a smile.    

    

Hearing that, Lin Feng shook his head, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. Yesterday, he had to call Fan Shengjun senior brother, but today, the former had to call him Martial Uncle, so he naturally felt a little uncomfortable.    

    

But the world, which is determined by status and strength, has to adapt to this way.    

    

If one day Wu Lin also became the Grand Elder, it would be normal for Fan Shengjun to call Wu Lin Martial Uncle. Of course, there shouldn't be such a possibility.    

    

"Sect Master, why did you call me over?" Lin Feng did not call Fan Shengjun his martial nephew, but instead called him the Sect Master, showing more respect for him. After all, the latter was not an ordinary Sect Master, and his father was one of the Holy Monarchs of the Holy Hall.    

    

It was no wonder that the Divine Sect was able to become the number one sect within the God Domain. It turned out that it was not only related to the Holy Hall, but also had such a relationship.    

    

Fan Shengjun knew that Lin Feng was not someone who would oppress others with his status. Hearing Lin Feng's way of addressing him, he still respected him, so Fan Shengjun laughed heartily and said: "Martial Uncle Lin Feng, now that you have become the Grand Elder, you naturally need to have a palace that symbolizes status, and even power, so I have already prepared it for Martial Uncle. All that is left is for Martial Uncle's words."    

    

"I don't have any objections. This kind of thing is up to you." Lin Feng said with a smile. He did not care too much about these worldly possessions, so the sect would be responsible for them.    

    

"Martial Uncle, I know this is a small matter, but Grand Elder Di Shu did not agree to build a palace for you, and the Fourth Son of Saint also stopped us greatly. He said that building a palace would consume manpower and material resources, so you ..."    

    

When Fan Shengjun said this, his voice stopped, because Lin Feng's face had already darkened.    

    

"What do you want me to do?" Lin Feng frowned and asked in a deep voice as he looked at Fan Shengjun.    

    

"I want you to find your own residence. If you really can't do it, I can just build a pavilion for you." Fan Shengjun laughed bitterly as he explained the intentions of the Fourth Son of Saint and Di Shu. He knew that Lin Feng was a person with a lot of dignity. What Di Shu and the Fourth Son of Saint did would definitely cause Lin Feng to be dissatisfied.    

    

Sure enough, before Fan Shengjun finished speaking, Lin Feng sneered. Fan Shengjun felt the atmosphere in the room suddenly turn cold.    

    

"Hehe, Grand Elder Di Shu is indeed very meticulous. The Fourth Son of Saint is also a meticulous person." Lin Feng sneered, but his heart was filled with anger.    

    

Even if Di Shu did not clash with him, he would still be a hundred percent enemy and sworn enemy in the future. It was just because he was the one who was abandoned by heaven and the other was the one who was chosen by heaven.    

    

As for the Fourth Son of Saint, it didn't matter if he offended him or not. In this selection of the Fifth Son of Saint, Lin Feng wanted to teach this arrogant and cold Fourth Son of Saint a good lesson.    

    

However, Lin Feng did not have too many ways to deal with Di Shu. Firstly, Di Shu was strong and he was no match for him. Secondly, Di Shu was the head of the Grand Elders and had the power to overthrow the sect.    

    

However, Lin Feng was not afraid of him. Initially, Lin Feng did not want to interfere in this matter, but since the other party wanted to humiliate him, if he ignored him, he would definitely be laughed at by the sect disciples.    

    

"Sect Master, what do you think about this?" Lin Feng turned his head and asked Fan Shengjun in a deep voice.    

    

Fan Shengjun laughed lightly: "Of course I want to help you cultivate the palace, but Grand Elder Di Shu is not allowed. Unless my father returns and agrees to build it, he will not agree."    

    

"Oh? It's like this. Hehe, Grand Elder Di Shu is quite arrogant. He actually let the Holy Monarch of the God Domain Holy Hall return?"    

    

When Lin Feng heard the former's words, he could not help but sneer. Fan Shengjun raised his eyebrows slightly as he also felt that Di Shu had gone a little too far. All these years, when his father was not around, Di Shu had become more and more arrogant in the Divine Sect.    

    

"Martial Uncle Lin Feng, the sect meeting is about to begin. You are the Grand Elder, so of course you have to attend."    

    

Fan Shengjun said to Lin Feng in a deep voice.    

    

"Who will participate in the sect meeting?" Lin Feng asked with a frown.    

    

"Di Shu, Da Mo, Fairy Han, the four Sons of Saint and me and Xuanyuan Mu." Fan Shengjun replied with a smile. Hearing this, Lin Feng nodded his head and said, "Alright, I'll attend and talk about it by the way."    

    

Lin Feng had a faint smile on his face, but it was a little cold, and there was a trace of anger in his tone. Fan Shengjun naturally knew that Di Shu did not agree to build the palace on purpose to humiliate Lin Feng.    

    

Fan Shengjun did not say much. He walked out of the Sect Master's pavilion with Lin Feng and headed straight for the divine mountain.    

    

The divine mountain was naturally the back mountain of the Divine Sect, and the pavilion on the mountain was where the meeting was held. Lin Feng did not know about this.    

    

In just a few minutes, Lin Feng and Fan Shengjun had already arrived at the peak of the divine mountain, inside the pavilion.    

    

The pavilion was very large, several times larger than an ordinary pavilion. In the middle was a red sandalwood table, and on the four sides were chairs. There were a total of nine chairs, which represented the eight of them, the four Sons of Saint, Di Shu, the Da Mo, the Fairy Han, Xuanyuan Mu and the Fan Shengjun.    

    

"It seems that we are early, but it's normal. Di Shu is always the last to arrive." Fan Shengjun smiled faintly and made an inviting gesture. Lin Feng nodded his head and casually sat on the chair.    

    

Fan Shengjun's eyes focused as he looked at the chair that Lin Feng was sitting on, but he did not say anything. With a faint smile, he sat on the chair in the north.    

    

Just as Fan Shengjun sat down, a light flashed at the foot of the mountain and another figure in a long robe appeared outside the pavilion. It was an old man, Xuanyuan Mu.    

    

"Sect Master, Lin Feng, oh, no, should be paying respects to Martial Uncle."