The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop-Chapter 101 - 44: Chosen by Heaven

The wind and clouds moved with thunder.

Jie Wenzhan accepted the Heavenly Tribulation and successfully advanced to the Nascent Soul.

The Sect Leader, upon hearing such news, jumped up immediately—it’s no exaggeration, literally jumped up.

Nascent Soul, do you think it’s as common as cabbage?

Before Ye Chenfeng advanced, Canglang Sect scarcely had three people.

Now there are five, and both breakthroughs happened one after the other, both under thirty-year-old outstanding talents. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

And the key point is, here’s the kicker—a son and a disciple!

Hahahahaha, delightful indeed.

Ye Chenfeng naturally also saw the thunderclouds and sensed that someone was breaking through. He further guessed it was Jie Wenzhan.

"Junior Brother, you are indeed impressive." Ye Chenfeng looked towards where the thunderclouds had been earlier and said in a low voice. If it had been in the past, he would never have said such words.

"Yes, but you are even more outstanding." Tianmiao sipped a glass of fruit wine, squinting slightly. The taste of this wine was very much like modern-day grape wine. Who knows how the person who brewed it came up with it, but it tasted pretty good.

"Can I take that as a compliment?" Ye Chenfeng smiled at Tianmiao.

"Of course it’s a compliment." Tianmiao also looked towards where the thunderclouds gathered earlier, knowing that Ying Long was also there. It seems Ying Long really likes Jie Wenzhan.

Ye Chenfeng smiled and sat opposite Tianmiao, took the fruit from the table, took out a delicate dagger, and began peeling the fruit.

...

When Ye Chenfeng advanced to Nascent Soul, no one dared to congratulate him, mainly because his icy persona was deeply ingrained, and few dared to get too close. But Jie Wenzhan was different; although somewhat unrestrained, he was very tactful. Many disciples in the Sect congratulated him, and he accepted them all with a smile. Yang Shirui was even happier than when she broke through herself, giving many gifts to Jie Wenzhan.

Jie Wenzhan accepted all of them and returned the courtesy.

As per tradition, when someone in the Sect advances to Nascent Soul, a grand ceremony is held.

But this time, both felt the ceremony was unnecessary.

Ye Chenfeng: "Boring."

Jie Wenzhan: "Isn’t it too troublesome?"

The Sect Leader felt vexed.

Unfilial children and unruly disciples!

"Fine, no ceremony then. The major event, the grand gathering of Ten Thousand Arts, is about to start. It’s a grand occasion in the cultivation world that happens once every twenty years. I expect you to go in advance to earn some prestige for us." The Sect Leader yelled, hitting the armrest of his chair.

The two furrowed their brows slightly.

Earn some prestige?

What does that mean?

"In the grand gathering of Ten Thousand Arts, besides the auction, there’s a novice tournament. Originally, with you two participating, now they’re all protesting, refusing your participation. It’s just too unfair! Why shouldn’t you be allowed to participate?" The Sect Leader said indignantly, saliva flying as he spoke.

Ye Chenfeng and Jie Wenzhan remained silent.

If one ignored the Sect Leader’s delight and his mouth that couldn’t close from grinning, those words might have some credibility.

Ye Chenfeng remained silent because he didn’t want to deal with his father.

Jie Wenzhan was silent, not expecting the Sect Leader to be this shameless.

If they were really to participate, who would be bullying whom?

Those people likely wouldn’t last even a single move against them, right?

The Sect Leader’s pride, did he pocket it away?

Jie Wenzhan grumbled internally but dared not disrespectfully speak those words aloud.

"However, even though you’re not allowed to participate, you still need to attend; go early. Observing the event is necessary." The Sect Leader stroked his beard, pretending to be worried, "Ah, what a headache, so many people envy and resent me. I really fear being ambushed and beaten up while walking on the streets one day."

Ye Chenfeng looked at his little-fortune-proud father, feeling he couldn’t bear to see it anymore, turned around, and left.

"Master, I’m going back to cultivate." Jie Wenzhan, still with respect for his master, saluted before quickly chasing after Ye Chenfeng.