I am actually the Evil Emperor

  A figure in a green robe stands on the mountain road, gently blowing up his clothes, and freely drifting in the void. The almost invisible sunset shines its light on him, stretching his shadow to great length, leaving behind a magnificent silhouette, blending with the natural scenery of the holy land, with an air of detachment from worldly affairs.

  Yi Feng gazed at the person with their back to him, and in his heart, he muttered a sentence: This old man still likes to act cool, even at such an advanced age. Doesn't he feel embarrassed?

  "Old man!"

  Yi Feng knew that the old man was waiting for him here, and his heart was also moved. The old man could be said to have spent less than a few days in the holy land within a year, and it was rare for him to return specially to see Yi Feng off the mountain.

  The old man turned his head, still with a youthful face and white hair, looked at Yifeng and smiled: "You're here."

  Yi Feng stood cleverly beside the old man, waiting for his orders.

  "It's been six years since your meridians were severed. Hehe, I never thought that the task that none of our sect's previous leaders could complete would actually be accomplished by me."

  The old man was clearly overjoyed, not for anything else, but because the sect had finally found someone to cultivate the Ling Shen Jue after thousands of years. Finally, someone could cultivate the Ling Shen Jue that had cost too many people's blood and sweat.

  Yi Feng didn't say a word, he quietly looked at the old man, waiting for him to calm down his excited mood.

  The old man laughed a few times, and then immediately returned to his usual calm demeanor. He looked at Yifeng with a smile and said: "You kid are beyond my expectations. Which one of you reached the master level in just one year? Hehe, worthy of being my disciple."

  "Old man, are you really going to go to Jingyun Sect to challenge their contemporary successor?"

  The old man smiled and said, "Well, this is not just my own opinion. It's the intention of the five great elders, as well as the entire Holy Land. You can't escape it. Kid, try your best. If you win, there will be benefits that you can't get otherwise. However, if you lose... Hehe, I'm afraid you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

  "What's going on?"

  "You should know that every Holy Land disciple must complete a task before descending the mountain. But you didn't, do you know why? Because there was a problem with the Ling Shen Decree, so I disagreed, and that's why you didn't have a task."

  Yi Feng seemed to have understood, and he said in a puzzled tone: "My task is just to challenge the successor of Jingyun Sect? The difficulty is too great. Compared with the tasks of other Holy Land disciples, it's like heaven and earth."

  "Haha, difficult? You didn't say it was difficult when you were enjoying all the special treatment in the holy land?" The old man said with a smile, looking at Yifeng.

  Yi Feng shut his mouth with interest.

  "The sacred land has given you three years, one year has passed, but there are still two years for growth. Then go challenge the successor of Jingyun Sect. However, I hope that within a year, you can go to the mountain gate of Jingyun Sect to challenge." The old man said to Yifeng.

  Yi Feng was taken aback, never expecting such a reason. No wonder the old man had asked him to challenge the successor of Jingyun Sect within two years a year ago.

  "I'll try my best!" Yifeng said with a bitter smile.

  The old man smiled and said to Ling Feng, "You don't have to think it's so difficult. Work hard on practicing the Ling Shen Jue. It will bring you surprises that you can't imagine. And don't complain every day because of the Ling Shen Jue, there is no suitable martial skill for you."

  The more he listened, the more muddled it became. How come this old man's words were getting harder and harder to understand?

  Yi Feng ignored the meaning behind his words and turned to the old man, saying: "Old man, you said I can become a Soul Reaper, but who will teach me? This..."

  The old man smiled and said, "I came this time just for this matter. I've already found a teacher for you. This person is extremely famous throughout the continent, with a Soul Capturing Technique that's out of this world."

  Yi Feng's eyes flashed with green light: "Who is he?"

  "The old madman of Zhanlan Academy. However, don't get too excited yet. This old man has a very eccentric temperament, and all these years ago when he went to pay respects to his master, not one of them was looked upon favorably by him, so don't expect him to look upon you either."

  Yi Feng's eyes, which had just lit up, immediately dimmed, and he muttered discontentedly: "Then what's the point of saying that? He doesn't think much of all these people, so why would he think highly of me? I don't think I'm anything special."

  "Haha! You young man also have a day of self-awareness. However, you can try it out. Firstly, your original soul power is stronger than anyone else's. Secondly, I do have some face, he agreed to take a look at you. You'd better perform well, maybe he'll take a liking to you." The old man explained.

  Yi Feng heard these words that clearly did not hold out hope and helplessly said: "If he doesn't agree, does that mean I won't be able to become a Soul Hunter?"

  "Haha, that's not it, I have other plans. Even if he doesn't accept you, there is someone else who will, only his level is far too low." The old man said with a smile.

  Yi Feng finally let out a sigh of relief. With someone teaching him, it's all good. Besides, the old man chose this person, how bad could they be?

  "Kid, strive to become a strong one. Our sect's rule is to follow your heart's desire. Without sufficient strength, how can you follow your heart's desire?"

  The old man suddenly sighed and said.

  "Wait! Old man, you're talking about our sect?! I've been following you for five years. I still don't even know which sect I belong to?" Yi Feng said with a hint of grievance.

  The old man didn't directly answer Yifeng's words, but instead turned his head to face Yifeng and said: "Youngster, you still don't know my name, do you? Hehe, in the future when you're bullied, you can report my name, it still has some killing power. Remember, I'm called Liu Ran."

  "Yan Ran?!" Fei Feng muttered to himself, searching through all the memories in his mind, but there was nothing about this name.

  "Hehe, Liu Ran, you may not have heard of it. However, each generation of our sect's leader is called the Evil Emperor!"

  "Evil Emperor?!" Yi Feng muttered a sentence, but immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed: "You said you're the Evil Emperor?! The master of the Evil Sect?!"

  "Hmm... Hehe, I thought you young man had never heard of the Holy Sect having such a sect. Didn't expect you to know."

  This faint tone caused a huge storm in Yifeng's heart: Oh God, the evil sect, the cow-like purple evil sect.

  Yi Feng struggled to calm himself down, but he just couldn't. He was actually the heir of the Evil Sect; wasn't that saying that he was this generation's Evil Emperor?!

  As soon as he thought of this, he felt a bit dizzy in his head.

  "It's just a name, what's surprising about it. Alright, here's the old man's information, you go try and see." After saying that, the old man ignored Yi Feng who was still in shock, his figure flashed, leaving behind a trail in the empty space, already tens of meters away.

  Just as Yi Feng reacted and was about to shout loudly, a faint voice entered his ears: "Youngster, cultivate the Ling Shen Decision well. Remember, use your heart to comprehend!"