Chapter 100

As they walked out of the Lingwu Hall, several fellow disciples remained silent.

After the master announced the slots, they were no longer just fellow disciples; there was competition and conflict of interest among them.

"Only ten days left..."

Feng Yinyue clenched her fists tightly, trembling slightly, and glanced at Nangong Fan and Yang Qing Shan beside her.

Nangong Fan and Yang Qing Shan had reached the eighth and peak eighth levels of cultivation respectively. If nothing unexpected happened, the remaining two slots should belong to them.

Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei, on the other hand, were all at the peak seventh level of cultivation.

Zhao Feng looked calm, confident in his ability to secure a slot, but he was somewhat worried about Zhao Yufei.

Zhao Yufei, standing beside him, had a faintly dim look in her clear eyes, occasionally glancing at him, as if reluctant to part.

Zhao Feng was certain she had given up, feeling a bit regretful and sighing inwardly.

Through his left eye, he had a certain assessment of Zhao Yufei's strength, which was between Feng Yinyue and Nangong Fan, making her chances of securing a slot smaller.

"Zhao Feng! Do you remember our agreement? To compete once we enter the sect. I hope you still have that chance..."

Bei Mo glanced at Zhao Feng with a hint of mockery and amusement.

Clearly, he was not optimistic about Zhao Feng's chances of securing a slot.

First, Zhao Feng's talent and cultivation were inferior to Yang Qing Shan and Nangong Fan.

Second, whether he could pass the sect's assessment as a half-spirit body was still a question.

Therefore, Zhao Feng's hope of eventually entering the sect and competing with him was very slim.

"There will be that day."

Zhao Feng's voice was calm and firm. He quickly bid farewell and left, leaving Nangong Fan and Yang Qing Shan looking at each other in surprise.

"What confidence does this kid have? What support does he have to challenge our slots?"

Nangong Fan sneered.

Yang Qing Shan, however, looked somewhat serious and thoughtful as he watched Zhao Feng's back.

The six young geniuses returned home and began to seclude themselves for intense practice.

In the last ten days, Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei all worked hard to improve, hoping to break through in the final stage.

Nangong Fan and Yang Qing Shan also did not take it lightly, using the last ten days to consolidate their cultivation and enhance their strength.

The most relaxed person was Bei Mo.

He had no pressure at all, and his selection for the slot and entry into the sect were almost certain.

However, he didn't relax for long.

Soon, Guangjun Hou summoned him, and a Saint Realm master personally supervised and guided his cultivation. This treatment was something Zhao Feng and the others could not enjoy.

Thus, in these ten days, the six young geniuses all made breakthroughs and improvements under pressure.

On the fifth day,

Zhao Feng naturally broke through to the eighth level of martial arts.

He didn't even try to break through, but he ascended to the eighth level.

Zhao Feng's focus was still on the "Silver Wall Technique," practicing diligently, placing cultivation in a secondary position.

On the seventh day,

Feng Yinyue and Zhao Yufei both broke through to the eighth level of martial arts on the same day.

The ten days passed quickly.

That morning, the six young geniuses returned to the Lingwu Hall.

In the Lingwu Hall, the martial arts arena, which was over a hundred feet long and wide,

Guangjun Hou stood with his hands behind his back, with Ye Lingyun and the one-armed Third Guard on either side.

The six geniuses, led by Bei Mo, stood in a line, waiting for their master's words.

"Good."

Guangjun Hou glanced at the six disciples and nodded slightly, somewhat satisfied.

From then on, all six disciples had broken through to the eighth level of martial arts.

Among them, Bei Mo was firmly at the ninth level.

Yang Qing Shan and Nangong Fan had both reached the peak eighth level, with the former even at the limit of the eighth level.

Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei had all recently broken through to the eighth level.

It could be said that any one of the six could look down on ordinary small cities, and in the entire Xiangyun Kingdom, they were all top-notch talents.

"Master, have you decided on the three slots?"

Ye Lingyun asked, somewhat expectantly.

"I have basically decided. I plan to give the three slots to Bei Mo, Yang Qing Shan, and Nangong Fan."

Guangjun Hou said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yinyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei's faces all changed.

In contrast, Yang Qing Shan and Nangong Fan looked delighted.

Zhao Feng was surprised, not expecting Guangjun Hou to make the decision so easily.

He originally thought that the slots would be determined through a competition among the fellow disciples.

"Master, shouldn't you give the other three disciples some chance?"

Ye Lingyun was greatly surprised.

The one-armed Third Guard also frowned, as this did not seem like the master's usual style.

Guangjun Hou smiled slightly, about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed.

"Who is there!"

Guangjun Hou shouted, his deep and powerful voice echoing in the martial arts arena and the nearby halls.

At the same time, his gaze turned to a garden adjacent to the martial arts arena.

"Ha ha... Uncle Xu, it's been a while!"

A carefree and relaxed male voice came from the garden.

Whoosh!

A young man in a black-patterned green robe, like a dragonfly, lightly touched the flowers and trees, landing in the martial arts arena.

This young man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, looking exceptionally handsome, and emitting a strange and elusive aura.

He was calm and composed, slowly pacing, smiling as he looked at Guangjun Hou and then at Bei Mo.

Upon meeting his gaze, Guangjun Hou's body trembled, his face turning serious, as if wary.

"The attire this person is wearing..."

Zhao Feng's heart stirred, staring at the mysterious young man's clothes.

It was a black-patterned green robe, which he found familiar at first glance.

Soon, his mind recalled the three young girls in the Blood Python Canyon that day.

The mysterious young man's attire was identical to that of the three young girls.

"Who are you, daring to intrude on the important grounds of Guangling Prefecture?"

Ye Lingyun shouted, a powerful internal energy aura surging from his body, ready to attack.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Almost simultaneously, two Guangjun Guards, including the one-armed Third Guard beside Guangjun Hou, quickly rushed towards the mysterious young man.

"Stop!"

Guangjun Hou's urgent voice echoed in Ye Lingyun's ears.

The one-armed Third Guard, who was about to attack, stopped in time, fully trusting his master's words.

However, the other two Guangjun Guards were too late, and their attacks were almost upon the mysterious young man.

Pfft! Pfft!

A cold, crescent-moon-like green light flashed across the two Guangjun Guards.

Ugh~

The two Guangjun Guards, both close to the ninth level, stiffened, their throats gushing blood, and they fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the two Guangjun Guards were dead.

Ye Lingyun, Bei Mo, Yang Qing Shan, and the others didn't even see the mysterious young man's movements clearly.

Zhao Feng, who had not activated his left eye in time, only saw a blurry afterimage.

"Thirteenth Guard! Fourteenth Guard!"

The one-armed young man, his face flushed red, stared at the bodies of his two brothers.

Everyone on the scene drew a sharp breath, staring in horror at the mysterious young man.

"Everyone, step back!"

Guangjun Hou's voice was stern, waving for everyone to retreat.

The six disciples, including Bei Mo, hesitated for a moment and quickly left the martial arts arena.

Ye Lingyun and the one-armed Third Guard stood nearby, watching.

In the martial arts arena, only Guangjun Hou and the mysterious young man remained.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the exceptionally handsome young man.

Who is this person? Why is even the master so wary of him?

The six disciples, including Bei Mo, were filled with doubt.

Only Zhao Feng had some understanding of the mysterious young man.

"Nephew Quan Chen, what do you mean by this?"

Guangjun Hou's gaze was piercing, staring directly at the handsome young man.

"I am here on behalf of my master to greet Uncle Xu. I heard that you recently gathered a group of outstanding geniuses, so I came to examine them."

Quan Chen said nonchalantly.

From start to finish, he was relaxed and carefree.

Uncle Xu?

Zhao Feng's heart stirred, finally learning Guangjun Hou's real name.

"I appreciate his concern! As the deputy head of the External Affairs Hall of the 'Xiaoyue Sect,' I have the authority to recommend a few slots to the sect. When did your master have the right to interfere in my affairs?"

Guangjun Hou laughed coldly.

In their conversation, the two were针锋相对,互不相让.

Zhao Feng and the others vaguely sensed that there was no harmony between Guangjun Hou and the present Quan Chen, as well as the master behind him.

"Ha ha, my master broke through to the 'True Spirit Realm' half a year ago, becoming the only new elder of the Xiaoyue Sect in nearly a decade. I came on his behalf to investigate. Do you have any objections, Uncle Xu?"

Quan Chen smiled mockingly.

True Spirit Realm!

Guangjun Hou's heart trembled: "He actually broke through to the True Spirit Realm... How could it be so fast!"

For a moment, Guangjun Hou was incoherent, seemingly unable to accept this fact.

"Are you called Bei Mo?"

Quan Chen's gaze shifted, looking at Bei Mo with interest.

Whoosh!

A blur of movement, and Bei Mo felt a gust of wind.

Before he could react, a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

"Let go of me..."

Bei Mo's face turned red, trying to struggle, but found his martial arts internal energy sealed, making it difficult to move.

Stop!

Guangjun Hou leaped over, a sharp silver wave coalescing in his arms.

Pfft!

A Saint Realm master's full-force attack, like a bright and sharp silver ribbon, slashed towards Quan Chen.

Quan Chen smiled calmly, throwing Bei Mo aside, and raised his hand to draw a cold moonlight trace, forming a strange light net in the air, clashing with Guangjun Hou's powerful strike.

Clang~

A bone-chilling wave of energy swept through, instantly collapsing a nearby building.

At the point of their clash, a pit several yards wide was left.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two figures, under the powerful energy flow, briefly floated in the air, clashing at a speed that was hard to discern with the naked eye.

Bang! Bang! Boom...

The martial arts experts present only saw figures moving in the air and on the ground, each movement accompanied by a stunning boom, with energy waves surging.

"This is a clash between Saint Realm experts..."

Zhao Feng's left eye could clearly see the process of their clash and maintained a distance to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Pfft—

At a certain moment, a deafening explosion echoed in the air, and the two figures drifted down amidst the powerful energy flow.

"Uncle, it's been a few years, and your cultivation hasn't improved much."

Quan Chen landed on the ground, standing with his hands behind his back, smiling.

"You..."

Guangjun Hou's mouth dripped with blood, his face pale, standing in place, his body swaying.