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Hongxiu closed the jade box and patted the dirt off her hands.

"Young master, I've heard that place is the greatest opportunity in the secret realm, and people from the three major sects are definitely rushing there."

"That's perfect."

Chu Feng slung the blood-red longsword over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. "The more people there are, the more lucrative it is. If we're late, all the good stuff will be taken."

Hongxiu put the jade box into her storage bag, picked up her bundle, and jogged to catch up.

"Young master, are you looking for opportunities, or are you going to purchase goods?"

Is there a difference?

Chu Feng glanced back at her, looking completely matter-of-fact.

"Opportunities come in only two kinds: those that are mine, and those that I haven't yet seized."

Hongxiu's lips twitched, and she turned her head to the side.

Spending time with this person made her feel that her values ​​were starting to distort in a strange direction.

The two followed the route on the jade slip, passing through dense forests and crossing two mountain peaks.

The closer you get to the center, the stronger the spiritual energy becomes, and even the air carries a sweet scent.

After walking for most of the day, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A massive mountain range loomed before us.

The mountain was strangely shaped, like a giant knife stuck upside down in the ground.

The blades pointed skyward, the mountainside was as black as ink, and not a blade of grass grew there.

At the foot of the mountain is a wide square.

At the end of the square, a main hall stands majestically.

The main hall is built entirely of dark red stones, and it looks as new as ever.

Chu Feng's gaze swept across the area and landed on the stone plaque above the main entrance of the main hall.

There were no words on the stone plaque, only an ancient knife was carved on it.

The blade is so lifelike that even the patterns on the edge are clearly visible.

Chu Feng stared at the ancient sword for a couple of seconds, and the cyan-black sword intent golden core within his body trembled slightly.

An ancient and vast sword intent emanated from the stone plaque, enveloping a hundred-meter radius around the main hall's entrance.

"This place..."

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

He had studied the Three Styles of Breaking the Mountain in Feng Jiuyou's back garden and was very familiar with this sword intent.

The Duan Yue Sect, the legacy of the Sword Saint, shares the same origin as the Azure Sky Annihilation Slash in his hand.

For him, this site was like returning home.

Hongxiu tugged at his sleeve and pointed to the people in the square.

"Young master, there are many people over there."

Chu Feng withdrew his gaze and looked towards the square.

A dozen or so people had already gathered in the bluestone square.

Gu Hanchuan and Zhao Pojun of the Liuyun Sect stood to one side, their expressions not very good.

Gu Hanchuan's face darkened instantly when he saw Chu Feng.

Zhao Pojun subconsciously took half a step back, his hand on the storage bag, afraid that Chu Feng would come after him.

On the other side of the square, two familiar figures came into view.

Shen Luoxia was wearing a red dress, and Qin Shuang was wearing a tight-fitting outfit. The two stood together.

When Shen Luoxia saw Chu Feng, a hint of unease flashed across her face, and she quickly turned her head away.

Qin Shuang glanced at Chu Feng only once before walking straight toward the gate.

Chu Fengchong waved to Shen Luoxia, his face beaming with a bright smile.

"Oh, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Shen Luoxia nodded slightly as a greeting, and then walked towards the gate.

Chu Feng looked in the direction they were looking.

The disciples in the square were walking one by one toward the main hall gate.

But after taking a few steps, a look of pain appeared on his face, his steps faltered, and he eventually had to turn back.

After some people returned, they took out pills from their storage bags and stuffed them into their mouths. After a while, they gritted their teeth and forced the pills in.

Chu Feng watched for a while, then burst out laughing.

"Are these people crazy? They're being pushed back but they keep rushing in. Are they addicted to self-torture?"

Hongxiu explained in a low voice.

"Young master, the sword intent in that stone plaque should be more intense the closer you get to the gate."

"Being able to directly confront the sword intent of the ancient sword saint, even if you can't penetrate it, you can still use this pressure to hone your own artistic conception."

"I heard that someone comprehended their own way of the sword here, which can be considered a side benefit."

Chu Feng nodded, his gaze falling on the two people at the front.

Qin Shuang moved with incredible speed, already standing less than three meters from the gate, bracing herself against the blade's intent.

Her steps were heavy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but her sword intent remained strong, and she withstood the pressure.

Shen Luoxia had already reached the gate, just a step away.

Her red dress fluttered in the wind, and the sword intent emanating from her body constantly collided with the blade intent, producing a faint buzzing sound.

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.

"This girl's got some skills."

Shen Luoxia took a deep breath and took the final step.

With a flash, he disappeared into the main hall.

Qin Shuang saw this from behind, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.

However, the next moment...

A figure was sent flying backwards from the main hall.

Shen Luoxia slammed hard onto the bluestone square, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft".

Her red dress was stained with blood, and her face was as pale as paper.

The entire audience was shocked.

Qin Shuang was the first to rush over and help Shen Luoxia up.

"Luoxia! What's going on!"

Shen Luoxia gritted her teeth and said, "Someone... is lying in ambush inside."

Chu Feng's gaze darkened as he looked towards the entrance of the main hall.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the main hall.

He was a young man in white robes, with a pure white natal magic sword hanging at his waist. His face was cold and stern, and his brows exuded an innate arrogance.

Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Hongxiu leaned close to Chu Feng's ear and whispered something.

"Young master, this fellow is called Jian Wuhen, the strongest direct descendant of the Heavenly Sword Sect in this generation, with a cultivation level at the peak of the Golden Core stage."

"He's from the same clan as that Gu Xinghe from before."

Chu Feng smiled slightly.

"How come I keep running into people from the Heavenly Sword Sect everywhere?"

Jian Wuhen walked out of the main hall, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in the square before finally settling on Shen Luoxia.

"Shen Luoxia of the Southern Ming Sect, your sword intent is quite good."

"Unfortunately, they're not enough to impress me."

Shen Luoxia stood up, supporting herself on Qin Shuang's arm, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"You attacked me the moment I walked in, what kind of skill is that!"

"All warfare is based on deception."

Jian Wuhen's tone remained calm, "You were at your weakest when resisting the sword intent, so I simply chose the most opportune moment to strike."

"Now, the trial of inheritance in the main hall is mine!"

Qin Shuang gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her killing intent surging.

"You're dreaming!"

"Qin Shuang".

Shen Luoxia pressed her hand down and whispered.

"I need time to heal, but if I give him too much time... the consequences would be unimaginable if he actually passes the internal test."

Qin Shuang gritted her teeth inwardly, then helped Shen Luoxia back to the edge of the square.

He placed his palm on her back, and as soon as the sword energy penetrated it, his brows furrowed.

Shen Luoxia's shoulder wound had stopped bleeding, but her internal energy was in a state of chaos. Several of her meridians had been severed by Jian Wuhen's sword energy.

"Don't move."

Qin Shuang pressed down on her shoulder and whispered, "If you move again, your meridians, which have just recovered, will have to be reconnected."

Shen Luoxia stared at the entrance of the main hall, her fingers gripping her cuffs.

"How long will it take to recover?"

"Three to five days."

"No, this is taking too long..."