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These words left everyone speechless, yet something still felt off.

Just then, Wang Tiezhu, who had previously brought out the backstage of the Enforcement Hall, rolled his eyes.

He received instructions from above that he must secure the starting position to deplete Chu Feng's spiritual energy.

Although it hurts to spend two thousand spirit stones, gaining the appreciation of the elders and senior brothers is a huge win!

"Okay! Two thousand it is!"

Wang Tiezhu waved his hand and pulled out a bulging storage bag from his pocket, slapping it on the table in front of Hongxiu.

"I'm going to be the one to stick my neck out today! Two thousand spirit stones, you better remember that!"

Hongxiu was startled by this scene and subconsciously looked at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng gave her an encouraging look.

Hongxiu took a deep breath, quickly opened the storage bag with her small hands, and scanned it with her divine sense to confirm that the number was correct.

"Wang Tiezhu, mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, registration fee of two thousand, already paid!"

While rapidly recording in the ledger, Hongxiu handed over the contract, saying, "Senior Brother Wang, please affix your fingerprint."

Wang Tiezhu pressed his thumbs up without hesitation, then stood at the front of the table with his arms crossed, looking at the others with a smug expression.

This made the others who were still hesitant unable to sit still any longer.

Everyone knows that Chu Feng has just broken through to the Golden Core stage, so whoever goes first will have the advantage.

If the people in front of us win the battle, then what's the point of us even playing at the market?

"I'll pay 2,500 to cut in line!"

The disciple with the gun gritted his teeth and slammed two thousand five hundred spirit stones onto the table.

"I'll offer three thousand!" Zhao Pojun retorted, not to be outdone.

In just a few breaths, the challengers who were initially accusing Chu Feng of embezzling money began to scramble inwards to fight for the first turn.

Chu Feng's smile widened as he looked at the ever-increasing number of storage bags on the table.

"Fellow disciples, please be patient and listen to me."

Chu Feng tapped the table, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Since everyone is so sincere, I'll add one more rule."

"The basic registration fee is two thousand. The highest bidder today will have priority to receive the challenge qualification!"

"If the first person to challenge loses, the remaining people can sign up for the next round."

"However, the registration fee increases by 250 for each new challenge!"

"This..." Zhao Pojun's face turned green for a moment.

Isn't this blatant price gouging?

"What, you think it's too expensive?"

Chu Feng looked at him with a half-smile, "If you think it's too expensive, you don't have to sign up. If you don't want to fight, there are plenty of other people who do!"

"I believe in first come, first served. Whoever pays more will get the Heavenly Abyss Token sooner. That's fair."

Fairness my ass!

Everyone cursed Chu Feng a thousand times in their hearts, but their hands didn't slow down at all.

"I'll offer four thousand!"

"I'll offer five thousand!"

"I'll offer six thousand!"

Bidding calls rose and fell, and Hongxiu's small hands quickly recorded in the ledger, the jade pen making a scratching sound on the paper.

Looking at the rows of ever-increasing numbers and the ever-growing pile of storage bags on the table, she felt a little unreal.

In just a short while, the registration fees alone have collected more than 20,000 low-grade spirit stones!

This isn't a challenge, this is outright robbery!

"Six thousand low-grade spirit stones!" Zhao Pojun shouted.

His face had turned a deep purplish-red, veins throbbing at his temples, and he was clutching a storage bag tightly in his hand.

The scene fell silent instantly.

The other disciples who had been frantically raising the price exchanged glances and silently withdrew their outstretched hands.

No Money!

Behind the long table, Hongxiu's small hand holding the pen trembled involuntarily.

Chu Feng held his teacup and slowly blew on the tea foam.

Tea needs to be shaken slowly; if you're impatient... cough cough, this is good tea. Although I don't know what kind of tea it is, it's definitely good tea.

Even if it's not good or bad, the income of six thousand spirit stones in front of it has turned it into good tea.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhao Pojun, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Senior Brother Zhao is truly generous! Six thousand low-grade spirit stones! This sincerity is truly touching!"

"Any senior students want to raise the price? If not..."

He enjoyed the thrill of treating the entire sect as easy targets to fleece.

Just as Chu Feng was about to bring down the gavel to seal the deal, a whooshing sound swept in from the horizon.

Everyone felt a jolt beneath their feet, and even the teacups on the table seemed to jump.

Chu Feng looked up.

A black line cleaved the sky in the distance; that was Long Aotian.

He carried the twelve-foot-long Zhenyue Spear on his shoulder, and the pressure from his late-stage Golden Core cultivation level was like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's heads.

The challengers who were originally crowding in front of the courtyard gate instantly retreated to both sides, making way for a wide path.

With each step Long Aotian took, a section of the paving stone beneath his feet shattered.

He walked to the long table and casually slammed the Zhenyue Spear onto the ground.

Boom!

"Chu Feng".

Long Aotian looked down at Chu Feng, who was sitting in the chair.

"Today's first battle is mine."

He didn't mention the registration fee at all.

In his view, the fact that he was able to challenge Chu Feng was a blessing that Chu Feng had accumulated over eight lifetimes.

The disciples around them didn't even dare to breathe.

Who is Long Aotian? A ruthless figure among the top ten inner disciples!

Rumor has it that he has just returned from his training outside, and he has the heads of three evil cultivators in the late stage of the Golden Core realm in his hands!

Zhao Pojun's hand, which was gripping the storage bag, froze in mid-air, unsure whether to move forward or backward.

Chu Feng didn't even lift his eyelids.

He stretched out two fingers, picked up the calligraphy brush on the table, and handed it to Hongxiu, who was still in a daze beside him.

"Six thousand spirit stones, is there anyone willing to bid higher?"

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Everyone stared at Chu Feng in shock.

That's Long Aotian! A late-stage Golden Core cultivator personally taught by an elder!

He just spoke, and this guy is pretending not to hear him?

They still dare to sell spots right in front of people?!

Long Aotian frowned.

He never expected that this newly formed Core Formation servant would dare to ignore him.

The aura of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator surged instantly, and the spiritual energy in the air began to stir.

An invisible pressure pressed down directly on Chu Feng's shoulders.

"I told you, today your opponent is me." Long Aotian's voice deepened, the butt of his gun scraping against the floor tiles with a harsh screech. "Are you deaf?"

Chu Feng finally raised his head.

He faced the oppressive force that was almost tangible, and his body didn't even sway.

Although the two golden cores in his body were deliberately suppressed, only showing a slight fluctuation, it was enough to deal with this pressure.

"Senior brother, what's so funny about you?"

Chu Feng leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said, "What do you mean 'your'? Did I sell this spot or did you sell it? Did I set these rules or did you set them?"

Long Aotian's eyes turned cold: "Rules? Strength is the rule!"

"And I possess absolute power, therefore I am the rule!"