This person who came riding the waves was none other than Situ Yue's master, Feng Haitang, one of the top experts in the Confucian sect.
Feng Haitang looked to be in his forties, with a handsome face and very lively eyes. He was wearing a blue robe. The robe rustled under the sea breeze, making him look extremely chic.
"Greetings to Senior Feng!" The seriously injured Dean Lu quickly saluted Feng Haitang as a junior, his face full of surprise and excitement.
Situ Yue even performed the disciple's courtesy and said respectfully: "Disciple Situ Yue, pay homage to the master."
All the Confucian people from Xuehai Holy Academy also appeared one after another and saluted Feng Haitang in unison.
Even if Lingchanzi appeared, it would only be Situ Yue and Dean Lu who were bowing as juniors, but when Feng Haitang appeared, everyone in the Xuehai Holy Academy would be required to bow.
This is normal. Feng Haitang's seniority in the Confucian sect is too high. Anyone from the Confucian sect must pay tribute to him wherever he goes.
It can be said that Feng Haitang is one of the most senior people in the three religions at present, and he is a figure of the same era as the Deng Deng Buddha.
Feng Haitang came with his hands on his back and stepped on the huge waves. When he came closer, he first looked at Ling Chanzi and nodded slightly in greeting.
Lingchanzi said Amitabha in return.
Then, Feng Haitang looked at Situ Yue and smiled: "Disciple, I haven't seen you for many years. Your cultivation has improved a lot."
Situ Yue said respectfully: "Master's kindness in teaching me, I will never forget."
Feng Haitang nodded and turned to Dean Lu.
"I've seen Senior Feng!" Dean Lu didn't dare to be negligent and bent down to salute. Even though he was seriously injured, he was extremely excited at this moment.
This is Feng Haitang, a figure who is like a myth among Confucianism. He, Dean Lu, can be considered a person who has lived for a thousand years, and he only saw Feng Haitang once from a distance a long time ago.
At that time, Feng Haitang was already a top expert in the Confucian sect and was respected and admired by countless people.
Now, although Dean Lu is already the dean of Xuehai Holy Academy, he still has to remain humble enough when facing this old man who has been famous for a long time.
"You are seriously injured, go and heal." Feng Haitang said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Dean Lu saluted Feng Haitang again without saying a word, and then flew back to Xuehai Holy Academy.
As for the sixteen powerful men from Xuehai Shengyuan, they were all floating on the sea at this time, but they were all dead and had no chance of survival.
Feng Haitang naturally saw these sixteen corpses. There was no anger on his face, and he looked very deep.
As soon as Feng Haitang waved his hand, the sixteen corpses flew out of the sea and returned to Xuehai Holy Courtyard.
When these sixteen corpses returned to Xuehai Holy Monastery, a burst of mournful wails could be heard in Xuehai Holy Monastery.
These are sixteen strong men who are close to the realm of minor immortality, and many of them are very likely to step further into the real realm of minor immortality.
But now, these sixteen masters are all dead, and no one is alive. Xuehai Shengyuan's vitality can be said to be severely damaged, and not even a little bit.
It can be said that after the death of these sixteen powerful men in Xuehai Holy Academy, it is estimated that they will not be able to recover within a hundred years, and may even be overtaken by other powers and lose their reputation as one of the four major sects of Confucianism.
The culprit behind all this is the King of the East Pole.
Although Feng Haitang was not from Xuehai Holy Academy, he could still be considered to have some connections with Xuehai Holy Academy. Seeing the misfortune of Xuehai Holy Academy at this moment, it was impossible not to be angry.
However, Feng Haitang is a mature and prudent person after all. He has already achieved the level of being indifferent to emotions and anger. No matter how angry he is inside, he can talk and laugh without showing it at all.
"Feng Haitang, you old and immortal thing, I thought you died hiding in some dark and damp corner." The King of the East Pole said, irritating Feng Haitang as soon as he opened his mouth.
Feng Haitang had no expression on his face and said: "I'm not dead yet, I'm letting you down."
Dongji Tianwang laughed: "That's not true. Since you are not dead, then I came at the right time to send you on your way."
After saying that, King Dongji looked at Lingchanzi again: "And you, your senior monk Rendeng is already dead. What are you doing here lingering on in this world? You should quickly throw yourself into the arms of the Buddha with your senior brother. That’s it.”
Lingchanzi smiled and was not angry, while Feng Haitang looked indifferent. He did not react at all to the almost insulting provocation of King Dongji, as if he had not heard it at all.
Situ Yue was very angry and shouted: "Dongji, do you think no one from our three religions can kill you?"
Dongji Heavenly King curled his lips and looked at Situ Yue with disdain: "Unless you dig out all those dead people, I'm afraid no one can kill me."
The dead people in the mouth of Dongji Heavenly King are naturally the deceased elders of the three religions, and his words are also extremely arrogant, and he does not take the current masters of the three religions into consideration.
"Dongji, you didn't win the battle many years ago." Feng Haitang said.
Dongji Tianwang looked at Feng Haitang and grinned: "You were not my opponent back then, and you only managed to survive a hundred moves under my hands. If you had continued to fight, are you sure you could have withstood it?"
Feng Haitang looked as usual: "Back then, your cultivation level was higher than mine, but now I'm not weaker than you."
"Have you reached the realm of immortality?" Dongji Tianwang asked directly without mincing words.
Feng Haitang said: "Half-step immortal, can I fight with you?"
When Dongji Tianwang heard this, he immediately let out a cry, with a look of contempt on his face, and almost rolled his eyes.
"You are only half-destructible and have not yet achieved true immortality. What the heck are you? Do you dare to come out and sneer in front of me?" the King of Dongji said with disdain, referring to Feng Haitang, the top master of the Confucian sect. Devalued to the point of being worthless.
Only King Dongji dared to belittle Feng Haitang like this. If it were anyone else, he would not dare to breathe in front of Feng Haitang.
"The poor monk only touched half a step to the point of immortality. He is really ashamed and cannot be compared with the donor of Dongji." Lingchanzi said, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.
The King of the East Pole snorted softly: "Two half-step immortals, it seems that the three religions are really dead, and there is no immortal state? I remember how many years ago, there seemed to be only one or two."
"What about the Nine Kingdoms? Are there any other immortals besides you?" Feng Haitang asked coldly.
"Yes, I am the only immortal in the Nine Kingdoms. I am really lonely as snow, and it is extremely cold at high places. That's why I came to the three religions to see if anyone can be my opponent. It's a pity that there is not even one. No."
"The two of us are enough to fight you." Feng Haitang said.
Lingchanzi didn't say much, but he was ready to go and didn't dare to be careless and contemptuous.
ps: third update