Ye Tian arrived at the venue for the banquet, a high-class restaurant, and found four people already seated in the main hall.
Huang Sandong was the most powerful person in Wolf City, so his friends were naturally not ordinary individuals. The four people present possessed an aura no less than Huang Sandong's, indicating they were all masters. Among them was a gaunt middle-aged monk, a Taoist in black, a tall elderly man, and a man in his thirties dressed like a farmer.
Huang Sandong smiled and said, "King Ye Wu, these four are all local masters. Although they don't reside in Wolf City, we often interact. Everyone, this is King Ye Wu. King Ye Wu's strength is immense, far surpassing mine."
Although Ye Tian was a master, he had limited interactions with other martial arts experts. He nodded slightly.
Huang Sandong pointed to the gaunt middle-aged monk. "This is Master Zhabu, known as the Iron Buddha, a venerable monk from the Tianmengu Temple. Tianmengu Temple is a renowned temple on the grasslands, and Master Zhabu is its foremost expert."
The Iron Buddha rose and bowed slightly to Ye Tian. "King Ye Wu, I did not expect you to be so young. This humble monk is deeply impressed."
This Iron Buddha was quite proud. In terms of Buddhist cultivation, he was close to the Divine Refining realm. However, Ye Tian was the Mingxin King, possessing Mingxin Jianxing (enlightenment through clarity of mind), something he could not achieve. Therefore, he respected Ye Tian. The stronger one is, the more they respect strength, for they understand the terror of true power.
Ye Tian replied, "Master, you are too kind. I can see your spirit and intent are full, you must have achieved success in Divine Refining."
The Iron Buddha said, "King Ye Wu has keen eyes. Five years ago, I cultivated the sixth consciousness among the eight consciousnesses of Buddhism, known as 'yi shi' (consciousness). But I have only just begun."
After a few pleasantries, Huang Sandong gestured to the Taoist in black. "This is the Abbot of Xiongshan Taixu Temple, Daoist Taixu. Daoist Taixu has received the true inheritance of the Xuanmen school. Ten months of the year, he cultivates in seclusion on the mountain. Daoist Taixu is skilled in drawing talismans, and among everyone I know, his talisman drawing is the most exceptional."
Daoist Taixu clasped his hands in a salute. "Wuliang Tianzun. Greetings, King Ye Wu. Your cultivation is profound, and becoming an Earth Immortal is within reach."
Ye Tian could tell that although this Taixu was in the Qi Refining stage, his soul was not weak, and he had a high chance of breaking through to the Divine Refining realm in the future. He said, "Daoist, you flatter me."
Next was the tall old man dressed in a bright yellow short jacket. Huang Sandong smiled and said, "This is Song Fulong from Liuhe Manor, the esteemed Old Master Song. Master Song's Liuhe Fist has reached perfection, and his Liuhe Spear and Liuhe Saber are equally renowned."
The tall old man chuckled, "I have long heard of King Ye Wu's reputation. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Song Fulong smiled and continued, "King Ye Wu, I am a straightforward person and cannot keep things bottled up. I came here today hoping you could offer me some guidance."
Ye Tian replied, "Old Master Song, you are too polite. How could I dare to offer guidance to you at my young age?"
Song Fulong sighed. "I practice the Liuhe Xinyi Fist. My teacher passed down the incantations and fist manuals to me, and I have cultivated diligently for fifty years. Yet, every time I feel I am on the verge of a breakthrough, I fail. You are a King, your realm is far higher than mine. I hope you can show mercy and offer me a few words of wisdom."
Ye Tian responded, "Old Master Song, you are too kind. We can discuss it."
Song Fulong was overjoyed. "Then I thank you in advance, King Ye Wu."
Finally, the man who looked like a farmer stepped forward, cupped his fist, and introduced himself. "King Ye Wu, my name is Shi Yong. I practice farming techniques, but without a master's guidance, I haven't made much progress. Like Old Man Song, I wish to ask King Ye Wu for some pointers."
At this moment, one could see the status of a Mingxin King in the martial world. These four were all masters in their own right, figures no one dared to offend, yet they all showed respect to Ye Tian. It was akin to a junior officer, no matter how strong, having to salute a general.
Ye Tian smiled and said, "You are too kind."
Huang Sandong continued, "To be frank, King Ye Wu, we have gathered here precisely to ask for your guidance. Cultivation is not easy, and reaching our current level is already remarkable. However, we still wish to advance further. Although we know the chances are slim, we cannot bear to not try."