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Xia Zhensheng froze on the spot, cold sweat pouring down his back in an instant.

His mind raced.

Yes, if that sect were truly strong on the outside but weak on the inside, who would be so foolish as to send experts to get involved in this mess?

What Du Yuan just said... was it just a bluff?

Xia Zhensheng's gaze towards Du Yuan suddenly changed.

Du Yuan's old face stiffened for a moment, then he said with a forced smile.

"Little girl, you've got a sharp tongue."

"What a pity, what use is a Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage?"

The duck that was about to be caught flapped its wings and wanted to fly away.

Xia Qiming, who had been huddled to the side, could no longer hold back.

He rushed out and shouted at Chu Feng.

"Elder Du! Don't be intimidated by this kid's pomp and circumstance!"

"This person's name is Chu Feng!"

"He monopolized the complete legacy of the Sword Saint in the Heavenly Abyss Secret Realm!"

These words made Du Yuan's sinister old eyes widen instantly.

He's been fighting for so many years, he's seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, treasures.

But what is the concept of a complete lineage left behind by ancient powerful beings?

That's something that can make a Nascent Soul cultivator's future so bright it's blinding!

Du Yuan's breathing became heavy.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze toward Chu Feng shifted from wariness to naked greed.

Beneath that hint of greed lurked a layer of murderous intent that could never be dispelled.

Chu Feng witnessed all these changes and sighed helplessly.

He turned his head and gave Xia Qiming a thumbs up.

"Bro, that was a perfectly timed finisher."

Xia Qiming was stunned, not yet realizing whether this was a compliment or an insult.

He had originally hoped to at least exchange a few polite words with me.

Chu Feng shook his head. "Now look what's happened. You've directly aroused his greed, and now he has no choice but to die."

Xia Qiming: "..."

Hongxiu opened the account book beside her, quickly made a note, and muttered to herself.

"A terrible teammate, deserves negative points."

Du Yuan didn't have time to pay any attention to these little bugs.

His hand, which was dusting off his sleeves, froze in mid-air before slowly retracting it.

The next moment, a terrifying aura of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was released without reservation.

The beams of the entire hall groaned under the weight of the weight.

The dozens of Golden Core cultivators in the hall all shrank by half a head.

Xia Zhensheng almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he forced it back down.

That aura was like an invisible net, enveloping Chu Feng from all sides.

"Turns out it was just a piece of fat."

Du Yuan licked his chapped lips and chuckled, "Today, I'm not just going to take this girl away."

"To kill and rob treasure—two good things in one trip! I've really struck gold!"

Xia Hanyan's face turned pale instantly, and she grabbed Chu Feng's clothes.

"Master... he is in the mid-Nascent Soul stage."

Chu Feng looked down at the trembling little hand and gently patted it with his own.

Logically speaking, being locked onto by a mid-stage Nascent Soul expert would make anyone's legs go weak.

However, Chu Feng's emotions remained stable.

Instead, he began to scrutinize Du Yuan with great interest, a wicked smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

"Old man, what's the rush?"

"Fighting and killing is so undignified."

"Look at you, mid-Nascent Soul stage, a respected elder of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, you're at least a person of some standing."

"He flips the table at the drop of a hat; it would be so embarrassing if word got out."

Du Yuan narrowed his eyes, his killing intent surging.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Given our status, we need to maintain a certain level of style."

Chu Feng, with his hands behind his back, slowly took two steps. "How about this, let's not fight, let's have a battle of wits."

Du Yuan narrowed his eyes.

"A battle of wits?"

"yes."

Chu Feng held up a finger and shook it, "We'll fight with magic, not words. The loser should just admit defeat."

"If you're really capable of killing me in one move, then all my inherited skills will be yours, right?"

These words hit Du Yuan right where it hurt.

Having lived for hundreds of years, he knew best what a Nascent Soul cultivator's storage magic treasure was.

That thing is bound to the soul; once a person dies, the mark will immediately detonate the restriction and self-destruct.

Even if Chu Feng is killed, his family's legacy will also be wiped out.

But if you concede defeat in a battle of words, the other party will personally remove the brand and obediently hand it over...

That would be tantamount to handing the Sword Saint's legacy to him and feeding it to him!

Du Yuan couldn't help but swallow.

"How do you plan to fight?"

Chu Feng slapped his thigh, instantly getting excited.

"Simple. Let's each make a vow in our hearts."

"The loser immediately erased the divine soul mark on the storage ring and then presented the ring with both hands."

"A bet is a bet. Whoever goes back on their word will have their Dao heart shattered and their cultivation scattered, forcing them to return to the Qi Refining stage."

The hall was so quiet that you could even hear Xia Qiming swallowing.

Xia Hanyan panicked behind Chu Feng and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Young master, are you crazy? That's your inheritance!"

Chu Feng didn't turn around, but instead patted the back of her hand.

"Don't panic, just watch the show."

He was secretly overjoyed.

What could possibly be in my storage ring?

It was nothing more than a few scattered spirit stones, two bottles of worthless pills, and half a piece of premium fruit that had been partially eaten.

The real wealth has long been kept elsewhere.

That old man Deng, he's got a trick up his sleeve.

Du Yuan was still calculating his chances of winning, and the more he calculated, the happier he felt.

He was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, while the kid opposite him was at most at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. There was a whole major realm between them.

"it is good."

Du Yuan smiled through gritted teeth, his withered hand forming a hand seal.

"I, Du Yuan, hereby swear an oath of faith with Chu Feng. I will accept defeat and surrender my storage ring, and the mark will be erased without question."

"If I break this oath, my Daoist heart will be utterly destroyed, and I will be forever condemned to the cycle of rebirth."

Chu Feng happily followed suit and made a hand seal as well.

"Chu Feng seconds the proposal; the loser shall surrender their storage ring!"

As the two vows were uttered, a faint ripple spread through the void, with heaven and earth as witnesses.

Xia Qiming lay on the ground, his face almost contorted with laughter.

That's it, Chu Feng, you idiot, you're dead meat!

……

Two figures rose from the ground and soared into the sky above Scarlet Cloud City.

The entire Xia family below craned their necks, their hearts pounding in their throats.

Du Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in mid-air, his demonic energy surging, looking down at the world with an air of superiority.

"Boy, while I still have patience, you'd better admit defeat."

"Hand over the ring, and I might spare your life. I might even take you in as a watchdog."

Chu Feng floated up slowly, even picking his ear.

"What kind of dog?"

Du Yuan's face darkened.

"Ungrateful."

"Then I'll break one of your arms first, so you'll know what's what!"