Chapter 65

Over the next few days, Jiang Ping'an followed Wang Ren, feeding the horses while learning.

During his cultivation, there were many things he didn't understand, but Wang Ren could explain them clearly, greatly accelerating his learning speed.

However, this peace only lasted for four days.

On this day, someone from the Ethereal Sect arrived, and Jiang Ping'an was called to the back mountain.

Many geniuses stopped their cultivation and stared in awe at a young man.

The youth was about seventeen years old, wearing a blue robe, with a well-proportioned body, neither fat nor thin, and holding a blue sword. His long hair, tied up, swayed gently in the wind.

As Jiang Ping'an appeared, the youth's gaze suddenly lifted, staring intently at him.

At this moment, Jiang Ping'an felt an immense pressure, a pressure he had only felt from Jin Lin among his peers.

"Are you Jiang Ping'an?"

Zhou Feng's pitch-black eyes were filled with cold indifference.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Jiang Ping'an looked straight at him calmly.

"Did you kill that idiot Ma Wei?" Zhou Feng asked.

"No," Jiang Ping'an's expression remained unchanged.

Zhou Feng drew his sword, "Whether or not you did, that idiot disgraced the Ethereal Sect. I need to reclaim the top ten spot, so fight me."

Jiang Ping'an frowned, "The selection is already over."

"The selection is to choose the top ten most outstanding individuals to represent Blackwind County in the competition. I want to participate, and you don't deserve it."

Zhou Feng suddenly drew his sword, and a terrifying sword aura split the sky. Without giving any time to prepare, it slashed directly at Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an tried to dodge but found his body restrained by a powerful sword aura, making it impossible to avoid!

Jiang Ping'an's face darkened, and a violent purple-gold aura burst forth. He raised his hand to perform the Wuji Fist to block.

"Bang!"

As the terrifying sword aura landed, Jiang Ping'an's feet were forced into the ground.

He couldn't counter the sword aura and could only barely block it.

This person is too strong!

"Oh? No wonder you could defeat that idiot Ma Wei, you have some strength."

Seeing Jiang Ping'an block his sword, Zhou Feng's eyes flickered slightly.

Swinging his sword again, this time, over a dozen terrifying sword auras appeared simultaneously, stirring the wind and clouds, and slashing towards Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an's face darkened as he fought with all his might.

"Bang, bang!"

Over a dozen sword auras landed, leaving sword marks on the ground. The sound was deafening, and Jiang Ping'an's defenses were easily broken, the sword aura hitting his body.

Zhou Feng sheathed his sword, "To be able to block my two swords before dying, you are somewhat of a person."

The many geniuses on the back mountain were filled with shock, and the minds of the Core Formation cultivators were also filled with gravity.

This Zhou Feng has already cultivated his sword skills to this level of mastery, almost unmatched among his peers.

Two swords ended Jiang Ping'an's life. This is the strength of a genius from the Ethereal Sect, too terrifying.

It's just a pity for Jiang Ping'an, who died without anyone to seek justice for him.

"Cough, cough~"

A cough suddenly sounded from the dust.

Zhou Feng's brows furrowed.

As the dust cleared, Jiang Ping'an struggled out of the sword pit. His clothes were torn, and blood continuously flowed from his body, his aura weak.

If not for his cultivation of the Tyrant Body Technique, which gave him strong defenses, this strike would have been fatal!

"Still not dead, annoying." Zhou Feng was very displeased, as two swords had failed to kill the opponent.

Just as he was about to draw his sword again, a beautiful and mature woman blocked his path.

"Enough."

Xia Qing's sleeves fluttered, her star-like eyes fixed on Zhou Feng, "I will give Jiang Ping'an's spot to you, there's no need to kill him."

"He is the murderer of Ma Wei," Zhou Feng said.

"Proof."

"Why do we need proof?"

"Princess here wants to protect him, do you have the right to interfere?" Xia Qing's expression turned cold, and a terrifying aura emanated from her body.

Zhou Feng was completely unafraid, "Is the Ninth Princess unwilling to have the Ethereal Sect support you?"

Xia Qing remained unperturbed, "One Ma Wei is not enough to influence the Ethereal Sect's decision. If you can provide evidence that Jiang Ping'an harmed someone, I will agree to his execution. But if you can't, if I can't protect him, who will dare to support me in the future?"

"Cough, cough~"

An elderly figure appeared, "The Great Xia has its own system. I don't have much life left, but if someone in the Great Xia doesn't follow the rules, I don't mind clearing out some trash before I die."

Wang Ren slowly helped Jiang Ping'an to his feet.

Zhou Feng's expression changed when he saw Wang Ren.

"Remember, I will have a spot this time, and not a single spirit stone of my resources will be missing."

Zhou Feng left with his sword, never once looking at Jiang Ping'an.

He's just a minor character, easy to kill at any time. To avoid offending the Great Xia and to obtain resources, he temporarily let him go.

Participating in the Hundred Counties Competition, winning would bring a large reward and a lot of resources from Xia Qing.

As for Ma Wei's death, it's not important.

"Too arrogant." A young man whispered in complaint.

"Considering he is a disciple of the Ethereal Sect, he has the right to be arrogant."

"This guy might be in the top three among us."

The young men were stunned by Zhou Feng's two swords, which left Jiang Ping'an severely injured.

Perhaps only the top three geniuses have the right to fight him.

Wang Ren turned back and fed a pill to the injured Jiang Ping'an, "Can you still move?"

"Yes."

Jiang Ping'an's face was expressionless, showing no signs of the disappointment from his severe injuries and defeat.

"Go back and cultivate." Wang Ren sighed silently.

"Yes, Senior."

Jiang Ping'an glanced at Zhou Feng, dragging his bloodied body, and limped away.

He recalled Xia Qing's words from a few days ago: When the people from the Ethereal Sect come, you will know what it means to be the weak prey of the strong.

Indeed, facing such a formidable opponent, he had no ability to resist.

Even if he killed Ma Wei, there was still Zhou Feng, and if he killed Zhou Feng, there would be others.

Jiang Ping'an clenched his fists, feeling immense frustration.

His spot was taken, and he could only go to the City of the Underworld as a reserve, losing the chance to participate in the competition.

If not for his strong physique, he would already be a corpse.

The bet with Xia Qing couldn't be fulfilled, and he had no chance to show his abilities to Senior Wang.

Ethereal Sect, Zhou Feng...

Jiang Ping'an didn't shout or go into a frenzy.

Returning to his room, he recovered and cultivated as usual.

Although he yearned for strength, he wasn't impatient. Instead of pursuing realms, he studied the techniques diligently, advancing step by step.

He practiced the Wuji Fist during the day, studied the "Lightning Flash" technique at night, and fed Little White and the Seven-Toxic Star Worms when he had free time.

As if nothing had happened.

Two months passed.

"Wood! Wood! Open the door quickly!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Jiang Ping'an opened his eyes and the barrier.

A cute girl in a purple dress, with a ponytail, rushed in, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Two months ago, Meng Jing was taken away by her mother, Lei Lan. She returned today and immediately came to find Jiang Ping'an.

"Wood, don't be angry. My mother taught me many techniques. I'll go find that guy and take back the spot for you!"

Meng Jing, who had learned about Jiang Ping'an's situation from somewhere, waved her small fists in anger.

"No need. If I'm not strong enough, I should give up the spot," Jiang Ping'an said calmly.

"The spot isn't important; what's important is that he wronged you and injured you!" Meng Jing pouted, clearly unhappy, her face filled with anger.

"Just not strong enough," Jiang Ping'an replied indifferently.

"Tsk, don't act like it doesn't matter. I know you, the more indifferent you act, the angrier you are."

Meng Jing, having spent a lot of time with Jiang Ping'an, knew him very well.

Jiang Ping'an was silent for a moment, "I will handle it myself."

"Okay, if you can't win, call me. I'll always be by your side."

Meng Jing smiled and hugged Jiang Ping'an's arm.