Chapter 35

Han Cong relaxed, nodding slightly to Chen Feng, a hint of approval in his eyes. Then he turned to face Elder Zhao, shouting angrily, "Zhao, didn't you see my daughter being beaten like this?"

Elder Zhao pursed his lips, indifferent, "How was I to know she was your daughter?"

"Even an ordinary disciple of the sect shouldn't be bullied at will?"

Elder Zhao, caught off guard by his words, was momentarily speechless.

When Han Cong arrived, he knew his plans for the day were foiled. He turned and fled, leaving a threat, "Little Brother Han, I'll settle this with you another day."

As Elder Zhao left, Han Cong turned to look at Zhang Song.

Zhang Song felt icy cold all over, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

He never expected that the fiery-figured, long-legged girl was actually the daughter of a sect elder. If he had known, he wouldn't have dared to lay a hand on her, even if he had ten times the courage!

"Yuer, was it you who injured her?" Han Cong asked Zhang Song coldly.

Zhang Song stammered, "Elder Han, please, let me explain..."

"Explain what? My daughter is almost dead, and you still want to explain?"

Han Cong roared, his fingers flicking, causing countless small holes to burst in Zhang Song's major joints, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"I won't kill you, but I will destroy your cultivation, so you can never practice again!"

Han Cong said coldly.

Zhang Song had already fainted from the pain.

Han Cong then did the same to the thin man in the white shirt, destroying his cultivation as well.

He turned to Chen Feng and said, "Let's go."

Chen Feng nodded, supporting Han Yuer, and followed Han Cong away.

Soon, the three arrived at Han Cong's residence.

As an outer sect elder, Han Cong had a separate courtyard on the back mountain of Broken Arrow Peak. The courtyard was small but very clean, with a pond of orchids and a few bamboo groves swaying in the wind.

Beyond the back mountain, the vast, thousand-mile-long Green Forest Mountain range was home to the mysterious inner sect and core sect.

The three entered the house and sat down. Han Yuer immediately said, "Father, Chen Feng saved me just now."

"What?"

Han Cong's face was full of surprise, "What happened? Tell me in detail."

He had arrived late and hadn't seen Chen Feng in action. He had only admired Chen Feng's composure in the face of Elder Zhao's attack, unaware that Chen Feng's strength had improved dramatically.

He had thought that Chen Feng and Zhang Song had a conflict, and Han Yuer had been injured while protecting Chen Feng.

He had some resentment towards Chen Feng.

But he never expected that Chen Feng had saved Han Yuer.

Han Yuer recounted the events, and when she mentioned that Chen Feng had severely injured the Fifth Rank of the Later Heaven Zhang Song without using any martial techniques, Han Cong was both surprised and delighted.

He asked with a face full of joy, "Chen Feng, what realm are you at now?"

Chen Feng rubbed his nose and smiled, "Sixth Rank of the Later Heaven."

Then he added, "At the peak."

"Good, very good!"

Han Cong was stunned for a moment, deeply shaken.

He couldn't believe that just a month ago, Chen Feng was only at the Third Rank of the Later Heaven, and now he was already at the Sixth Rank! This progress was too fast!

But when he thought of Chen Feng as Yan Qingyu's disciple, he wasn't surprised anymore.

How high were Yan Qingyu's standards? If he had chosen Chen Feng, Chen Feng was likely not a waste but a genius, though no one had realized it before.

Thinking of this, he let out a hearty laugh.

He got up and paced around the room, clapping his hands, laughing, "Chen Feng, you did well. If Elder Brother Yan knew, he would be proud of you."

Mentioning Yan Qingyu, the atmosphere became a bit sad.

Chen Feng pursed his lips, his face showing determination, and said firmly, "Uncle Han, rest assured, I will not辜负 your expectations, and I will not forget how my master died. When I become strong, I will avenge this deep grudge!"

"No!"

Han Cong stared at him, serious, "You must forget your master's grudge, at least for now."

Chen Feng understood his meaning and nodded solemnly, "Uncle, rest assured, I will remember."

Chen Feng knew that Han Cong must know some information about his master's enemies, but he didn't ask.

Without strength, what was the point of talking about revenge?

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."

Han Cong waved his hand and smiled, "You reaching the Sixth Rank of the Later Heaven is a cause for celebration! Among the tens of thousands of outer sect disciples, you should be able to rank in the top hundred."

"The annual outer sect competition is about to begin. I'll register you."

Chen Feng asked curiously, "The outer sect competition?"

Han Cong nodded and explained, "The outer sect competition is an annual grand event. All disciples of the outer sect, except for the Grand Elders and Elders, can participate."

"Of course, the Elders will screen and evaluate all applicants, and there will be a series of battles for preliminary selection and elimination."

"The final number of participants in the competition is 320."

"The 320 participants will fight in pairs, and after five rounds of battles, the top ten will be determined."

"Each of the top ten will receive a generous reward, whether it's a martial technique, a pill, a spirit treasure, or a weapon... The champion will receive the title of this year's top disciple and the richest reward."

"The top ten of the outer sect competition can enter the inner sect!"