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Chu Feng slept soundly that night.

It was almost noon the next day when he finally got out of bed, feeling rather lazy.

"Hongxiu, get something to eat."

The courtyard was quiet, and no one responded.

Chu Feng rubbed his back as he walked out of the room and immediately saw an elder in silver robes sitting under the osmanthus tree.

Hongxiu stood to the side, holding the teapot in both hands.

On the stone table in front of the silver-robed elder lay a black and gold token.

The front of the token features two simple, ancient characters.

Tianyuan.

When Hongxiu saw Chu Feng come out, she quickly lowered her voice to remind him.

"Young master, this is Lu Xuanshan, the Grand Elder of the Inner Sect, at the peak of the Golden Core stage."

Chu Feng's eyelids twitched.

Peak Golden Core stage – that's definitely among the top tier of people in the inner sect.

A thought struck him, and he quietly suppressed the aura of the two golden cores within his body, leaving only a faint fluctuation of a newly formed golden core, which looked harmless.

Chu Feng walked to the stone table, plopped down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Elder Lu, what brings you here?"

Lu Xuanshan's eyes twitched involuntarily; he had clearly never seen an inner disciple speak to him like this before.

He reached out and pushed the black gold token in front of Chu Feng.

"Chu Feng, the Heavenly Abyss Secret Realm will open in half a month."

"The Flowing Cloud Sect has nine spots available. Following the sect's old rules, nine were selected from all the inner disciples for preliminary selection."

"You are one of them."

Chu Feng reached out and picked up the token, weighing it in his hand.

The token felt cold to the touch, and its interior was engraved with intricate restriction patterns.

He showed no surprise whatsoever; instead, his brows furrowed.

"There are thousands of people in the inner sect, and this huge windfall just happened to fall into my lap?"

"Elder, should we try one more time? Let's see if we can still be this accurate?"

Lu Xuanshan's expression remained unchanged; he simply picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"The selection process is jointly supervised by the Enforcement Hall and the Inner Sect, and the results cannot be changed."

"Chu Feng, this is your opportunity, and also the sect's test for you."

Opportunity?

test?

Chu Feng sneered inwardly.

What a load of rubbish!

He had just offended Elder Xing, and the Enforcement Hall immediately handed him this.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Lu Xuanshan put down his teacup, and a beam of spiritual light touched Chu Feng's brow.

Chu Feng didn't dodge, letting the information flow into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The nine pre-selected candidates must obey the order for nine days.

Every day, one must accept a challenge from at least one inner disciple.

The challenger won, and Tianyuan immediately replaced the challenger, resetting the remaining days of the guardianship order.

The contest can use magical artifacts and elixirs; as long as no one admits defeat, the fight can continue indefinitely.

After reading the rules, Chu Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile once again.

"You can use magical artifacts and elixirs, but you won't stop until you admit defeat?"

"Elder Lu, who made these rules?"

"The rules are set by the sect."

"Understood."

Chu Feng nodded and began to play with the token in his hand.

"The Hunter Game is just that I'm the rabbit, and the entire sect is the hunter."

Lu Xuanshan stood up and straightened his silver robe.

"Chu Feng, the challenge begins today."

"If you refuse the first challenge, the sect will revoke the Heavenly Abyss Token and deduct three years' worth of your inner sect resources."

Chu Feng's fingers tightened.

Losing three years' worth of resources is actually a small matter... well, it's not a small matter either.

But more importantly, he was genuinely interested in this Heavenly Abyss Secret Realm.

"It's not in my nature to hand over the token to me and then expect me to do so voluntarily."

As Chu Feng spoke, he hung the Heavenly Abyss Token on his waist, "Let whoever wants it come to it themselves."

Lu Xuanshan gave him a meaningful look, then without saying anything more, he transformed into a streak of light and flew away.

As soon as Lu Xuanshan left, Hongxiu immediately came up to him.

"Young master, you really accepted?"

"Can I not answer? This is clearly forcing me to take the hit."

Chu Feng touched the token at his waist and asked, "Is there any news about this secret realm over there?"

Hongxiu nodded.

"I overheard the guests in the building talking about this before."

"This Heavenly Abyss Secret Realm originally belonged to the ancient Blade Sect, Duan Yue Sect."

"The secret realm not only contains spiritual herbs, magical artifacts, and cultivation techniques, but also several stone tablets inscribed with the lineage of swordsmanship."

"Three hundred years ago, someone brought out a fragmented sword technique diagram from the secret realm."

Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

He recalled his Sky-Shattering Slash.

This token was originally a death warrant.

Now it seems that this is a treasure map leading to the aftermath of the Sky Destruction Slash!

Chu Feng, who had initially been somewhat resistant, now had an unwavering look in his eyes.

He's determined to keep this token!

Seeing how quickly Chu Feng's expression changed, Hongxiu cautiously asked, "Young Master, do you have some plans?"

"Since Elder Xing has delivered the death warrant, how can I refuse to accept it?"

Chu Feng put away the scroll, turned around and went into the house. "Hongxiu, clear the open space in front of the courtyard, and prepare paper, pen, blank jade slips and a long table for me."

Hongxiu was stunned.

"Young master, what are you doing?"

"Setting up a stall."

As Chu Feng spoke, he took out healing pills, spirit-replenishing pills, and the blood-red longsword from his storage bag.

He didn't rush to take the medicine, but instead closed his eyes to regulate his breathing and maintain his physical condition at its peak.

Hongxiu looked at the bottles and jars, then at Chu Feng's calm face, and tentatively asked.

"Young Master, Elder Xing has definitely arranged for a peak Golden Core cultivator to challenge you. Why don't you... go and plead with the Ancestor on his behalf?"

"Can my ancestor protect me once, and can he protect me for a lifetime?"

Chu Feng opened his eyes, a ruthless glint in them. "Besides, I just broke through yesterday, and I want to test just how strong I really am!"

Meanwhile, on a distant mountain peak.

Long Aotian, carrying the twelve-foot-long spear, stood beside Elder Xing, staring at Chu Feng's cave.

Elder Xing clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve with his right hand, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

"The effects of the Nine Yang Pill have dissipated, and my meridians have mostly recovered. I have already reached the threshold of the late Nascent Soul stage."

"Aotian, we received a report last night that Chu Feng just broke through to the Golden Core stage, and his cultivation level is definitely unstable. This is the best time to strike!"

Long Aotian did not answer immediately, but simply weighed the spear in his hand lightly.

"Master, Feng Jiuyou is keeping an eye on things from inside the sect."

"If I were to go out and kill someone right now, my intentions would be too obvious."

Elder Xing couldn't help but frown.

"So what do you mean?"

Long Aotian turned around, his gaze dark and gloomy.

"Let's send a few disciples in the early and middle stages of the Golden Core realm to test the waters first. This will deplete his spiritual energy and force him to reveal his trump cards."

"I'll go on stage to finish him off when he's had a few matches and is almost exhausted."

"Then I can say I lost out in the competition for a spot in the secret realm, and who can say I was wrong?"

Elder Xing shook his head.

"Too slow, what if something goes wrong overnight..."

"Master, rest assured, I have already arranged twelve people."

As Long Aotian spoke, he held up three fingers, "Three of them are carrying magical artifacts that can attack the soul."

"I'll step in as soon as Chu Feng weakens!"