The night in Tiandu City was brightly lit, especially tonight was the 15th day of the first month, so every door was hung with colorful lights, which made Tiandu City look like a city without night.

The fifteenth day of the first month was not an important festival in the dynasty. Every year, the arrival of this day represented the end of the New Year’s Day.

Because the next day was the day of resumption of work, the people of the Heavenly Dynasty used to go to bed early this night.

However, on the fifteenth day of the first month this year, not a single citizen of Tiandu City was prepared to go to bed early, because everyone was waiting.

First, wait for the legendary new Sect Leader of Confucianism, Ye Ye, to play the zither; The second was to wait for everyone to estimate the drama of the Hundred Saints vs. the Confucian Sect’s ancestors.

Because of these two things, every place in Tiandu City that could see the towers outside the Wen Imperial Palace was basically booked at a high price tonight.

In addition, the people living near the city walls outside the Wen Imperial Palace had all moved out of their homes before dusk, fearing that when the Hundred Sages and Jiang Feng fought, they would be caught in the pond.

“Eh? Do you think Ancestor Ye Sheng hasn’t started playing the zither yet? We’re almost done eating these plates of fruit pastries.”

In the Wang Clan’s mansion not far from the Wen Imperial Palace’s outer city wall, Wang Tianda and Ma Chunhua were sitting on the balcony and looking at the Wen Imperial Palace’s outer city wall from afar.

Apart from the two of them, Wang Tianda’s two sons and two daughters also stood in the open air and watched from afar.

Wang Wenjie, his eldest son, was a scholar of Confucianism and Taoism, so when he heard Ma Chunhua mutter to himself, he immediately shouted, “Mother, don’t worry. My ancestor said that he would come out to play the zither when he appears. Eat slowly. Sweet soup is still being prepared in the kitchen.”

“Big brother, do you think that Ancestral Master Ye can play the zither well? Don’t let’s wait all night. He really pissed off when he came out and played the zither.”

Wang Tianda’s youngest daughter, Wang Feifei, asked Wang Wenjie with a smile.

Wang Wenjie glared at Wang Feifei. “Don’t talk nonsense. The ancestor is a sage in this world. Could his zither be ugly?”

‘”That’s hard to say. Ancestor Ye is said to look very young. His attainments in Confucianism have already reached the present level at such a young age. I don’t believe that he can cultivate a good zither art.”

Wang Tian, who had been silent all this while, laughed and teased his eldest son, Wang Wenjie.

Wang Wenjie was very dissatisfied with Wang Tian’s questioning of his idol’s behavior. Of course, he didn’t dare to express his dissatisfaction openly, so he shouted at Wang Tian with a face full of displeasure, “Father …”

However, right at this moment, Wang Tianda’s second son, Wang Qiangwu, pointed at the outer city wall of the Wen Imperial Palace and shouted, “Look, there’s someone suddenly appearing on the roof of the city wall!”

As soon as Wang Qiangwu said those words, Wang Tianda and Ma Chunhua also stood up.

Ma Chunhua, who was only 1.6 meters tall but weighed 300 jin, stuffed a pastry into his mouth and vaguely shouted, “Where is it? Where is it? Is it that Ye … Master Ye?”

“Yes! It’s an Ancestral Master! It’s an Ancestral Master!” Wang Wenjie could clearly see Jiang Feng wearing the Sage Mask and Thousand Illusion Mask. He excitedly shouted, “Father! Mother! Xiao Wu, Jing Jing, Feifei, look, that’s Ancestor Ye.”

Jiang Feng looked like he was sitting on the roof of the outer city building of the Wen Imperial Palace, but in fact, his butt was still some distance away from the roof.

Therefore, Jiang Feng was actually floating in the air.

Because the residents near the city walls outside the Wen Imperial Palace had already moved, this area was very quiet.

Of course, Jiang Feng could also feel that apart from being quiet, there were many eyes staring at him like idiots in the distance.

Jiang Feng took out the zither he had prepared from the Universe Pure Cauldron. He played it twice to try the zither strings.

On the roof terrace of the Wang Clan’s mansion, Wang Wenjie’s younger sister thought that Jiang Feng’s audition was a formal performance. She smiled and looked at Wang Wenjie and teased, “Big brother, this is the zither art that you admire, Ancestor Ye, and want to show everyone in the capital in the middle of the night?”

“You little girl, shut up if you don’t understand. Apparently, my ancestor is testing the strings.”

Just as Wang Wenjie finished speaking, an ethereal and distant zither sound sounded.

When Jiang Feng played the zither, he poured his divine soul power into every zither string. Therefore, his zither could be heard by everyone in the Heaven Capital.

As the prelude passed, Jiang Feng began to sing while playing the zither.

“When will Mingyue arrive? Ask Qing Tian about the wine.”

“I don’t know what season it would be in the heavens on this night.”

“I want to return in the wind, but I’m also afraid of the jade palace. It’s extremely cold up there …”

Jiang Feng sang the song “When Is the Moon Bright” in the same tone as Faye Wang. The moment his voice came out, the entire sky seemed to quieten down.

On the balcony of the Wang Clan’s mansion, the pastries Ma Chunhua had yet to swallow fell out of his mouth. She muttered to herself, “Heavens, this … this is too nice to hear.”

“Ancestral Master is indeed worthy of being called an Ancestral Master. Do you dare to ask if there is a second person in the world who can write this zither and this song?”

Wang Wenjie sighed excitedly with a sense of pride on his face.

Wang Feifei, who had no feelings for Jiang Feng earlier, revealed an intoxicated expression on her face. She muttered softly, “I want to ride the wind back, but I’m afraid of the lofty building and the jade yu. It’s extremely cold up there …”

“It’s too beautiful. This Ancestor Ye’s words are really too beautiful.”

Jiang Feng finished singing “When will the moon be bright?” Suddenly, he shouted, “Friend who has been waiting for a long time, if I don’t show up, I will leave.”

As soon as Jiang Feng said those words, dozens of white lights suddenly shot towards Jiang Feng from the sky.

Jiang Feng’s fingers twitched, and the zither music beneath his fingers suddenly turned into a “ten-sided ambush”.

Wang Tian Da took two steps forward. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the corridor in the outer city of the Wen Imperial Palace from afar. “It’s beginning … The Hundred Saints still can’t tolerate the dominance of the Confucian Clan in the end,” Wang Tian Da said.

After tonight, it will be clear whether the various sects will split the land or if the Confucian Sect will dominate the world. ”

Wang Tian Da was actually the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice. Most of the officials working in the Ministry of Justice were all Legalists, and Wang Tian Da was no exception.

After Wang Wenjie heard Wang Tianda’s words, he couldn’t help but ask, “Father, do you want Mr. Ye to win or lose in your heart?”

Wang Tianda glanced at Wang Wenjie and said meaningfully, “From a selfish point of view, I hope that he will lose. But from a national perspective, I hope that he will win. The Heavenly Dynasty should always be the Heavenly Dynasty of Emperor Wen, not the Heavenly Dynasty of their various schools of thought.”

During the conversation between Wang Tianda and Wang Wenjie, Jiang Feng had already fought against the dozens of Sages who were the first to attack many times.

Even though everyone in Tiandu knew that it was the Hundred Saints who were attacking Jiang Feng. However, no matter what the sages said, they still wanted face. They didn’t really show up, but all of them used their divine sense to form a white light to attack Jiang Feng.

The zither music flowing out from Jiang Feng’s fingers continuously blocked the attacks launched by the Hundred Saints. From the current situation, Jiang Feng seemed to be at a disadvantage because he only had the strength to defend against the Hundred Saints. He was simply unable to organize even a single counterattack.

However, in reality, Jun’er and Liu Dao, who were currently watching all of this in the Immortal Master’s Inner Hall using the Mysterious Light Technique, revealed expressions of fear in their eyes. Liu Dao looked at Jun’er and asked, “Dao Saint, what do you think?”

“He’s stronger than the last time I fought him. I can’t tell how strong he is now, but I’m sure he didn’t use his full strength at all …”

Just as Jun’er finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. Jun’er exclaimed, “No! Alliance Leader, look around Ye Ye!”

As soon as Liu Dao reminded him, he immediately fixed his gaze on Jiang Feng’s surroundings.

In an instant, Liu Dao’s expression also changed. He stood up and turned his eyes to the saints sitting in the inner hall of the Immortal Master.

“Come back! Hurry up and come back! That Ye Ye wants …”

Before Liu Dao could finish his sentence, Jun’er sighed faintly, “It’s too late. He’s already made his move.”

Liu Dao felt as if he turned his head to look at the Profound Light Technique and saw that the starlight around Jiang Feng that had originally lit up in the Profound Light Technique was connected in series. Almost in the blink of an eye, the series of starlight formed a dense net of light.

The “white light” that had been constantly attacking around Jiang Feng was completely enveloped by Jiang Feng’s net of light.

“White Light” appeared one by one, becoming the incarnation of the Sage’s divine sense.

Jiang Feng looked at the divine sense incarnations of the dozens of sages and smiled, “Everyone thinks highly of me. They actually attacked together. What about the remaining dozens? Are you afraid?”

Just as Jiang Feng finished speaking, a loud noise came from the Chongzheng Hall of the Wen Imperial Palace.

Jiang Feng immediately realized that the remaining dozens of Sages had gone to attack Jiang Xuanhong.

It wasn’t until this point that Jiang Feng was truly enraged. Because the Hundred Saints didn’t know that Jiang Xuanhong had made a breakthrough, in their hearts, they were dozens of Saint realm experts who were going to deal with a peak First Grade Literary Cultivator.

Without a doubt, these sages had made up their minds to kill Jiang Xuanhong.

Jiang Feng roared out in rage, “Whoever dares to hurt my father’s hair, I will chase him to the ends of the earth and shred him into pieces!”

Jiang Feng immediately took out the Saint Execution Sword. His soul power poured into the Saint Execution Sword, causing the Saint Execution Sword to explode with a sword light of a hundred feet.

Under everyone’s attention, the Saint Execution Sword in Jiang Feng’s hand swung out horizontally …

“Ye Ye! You dare!”

Liu Dao shouted at the inside of the Profound Light Technique, and Jun’er even used the Great Shift Technique to stop Jiang Feng.

However, Jiang Feng, who was already furious, didn’t care about this at all. The divine sense incarnations of dozens of Sages were swept across by Jiang Feng’s hundred zhang sword radiance.

Within the Immortal Master Inner Hall of Freedom Palace, the saints continuously spat out blood before falling to the ground.

Liu Dao, who was sitting in the inner hall of the Immortal Master, was trembling with anger. Of course, whether there was fear mixed with anger was another matter.

Above the outer city walls of the Wen Imperial Palace, Jiang Feng was about to take a look at Jiang Xuanhong’s situation when Jun’er suddenly appeared and blocked Jiang Feng’s path.

Jiang Feng looked at Jun’er and narrowed his eyes. “Jun’er, you want to stop me?” He said indifferently.