I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 385 End-of-Month Assessment (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The Guiyi Sword Pavilion's end-of-month assessment was held in a secluded valley.

A large formation enveloped the central area, and the resounding sword cries occasionally broke the silence of the valley.

At this moment, the battle taking place in the formation is between Chu Feng and a fellow disciple who is in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

However, to the surprise of all the disciples watching, Chu Feng, who should have been at a complete disadvantage, seemed to be in complete control at this moment!
His sword light was no longer as expansive and lacking in power as before, but had become condensed and swift. Each thrust carried an indescribable 'accuracy,' directly targeting the gaps and weaknesses in the opponent's sword moves.

His footwork had been completely transformed, his movements were fluid and natural, skillfully avoiding the opponent's powerful strikes, and always able to launch a counterattack from the most tricky angles. He was nothing like the Chu Feng they remembered, who was hot-tempered and won by sheer impulsiveness.

"Junior Brother Chu... what kind of elixir did you eat?"

A mid-stage Golden Core disciple who was watching stared in astonishment, his mouth agape.

"Last month, he had to fight with all his might to last twenty moves against me... Now he can actually fight Senior Brother Zhao to a standstill?"

"It's more than just a matter of coming and going!"

A more senior disciple standing next to him had a furrowed brow and sharp eyes.

"Look at the flow of his sword intent, it's more than twice as refined as last month! The ruthlessness is more restrained, but the solidity is greatly increased... The improvement in his movement technique is simply a qualitative leap. Senior Brother Zhao is a genuine mid-stage cultivator!"

In the arena, the sword cultivator in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, known as Senior Brother Zhao, felt it most deeply.

Chu Feng's concise sword moves contained power and timing that were perfectly timed, making it difficult for Chu Feng to break through Chu Feng's defenses. Instead, Chu Feng was repeatedly forced to defend, and a sense of impatience crept into Chu Feng's heart.

Finally, in a moment when his change of move was slightly delayed, Chu Feng's long sword struck Zhao Shixiong's weak point with lightning speed, like a viper spitting its tongue!
clang!
With a piercing clang of metal against metal, Senior Brother Zhao felt an irresistible tremor travel up the sword and straight through his arm, causing half of his body to go numb. He almost dropped the sword!
By the time he regained his balance, Chu Feng's sword tip was already firmly positioned three inches in front of his throat.

"You flatter me, Senior Brother Zhao."

A look of shock flashed across Senior Brother Zhao's face, which quickly turned into admiration.

"Junior Brother Chu is amazing! Your progress in just one month is truly astounding! May I ask if you have recently encountered some fortuitous opportunity, or perhaps received guidance from a senior expert?"

Upon hearing the words "senior expert," Chu Feng's lips twitched slightly, but he still pretended to remain calm and composed.

"Without him, only hands are familiar."

Chu Feng raised his chin, inwardly bursting into tears.

Damn it, he suffered for a month, and even broke down several times to the point of trying to commit suicide with a sword. Wasn't it all for today?

The next challenger was also a sword cultivator in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, surnamed Qian.

After he came on stage, his eyes darted around, and he began to mock others at a high pitch.

"Chu the Madman, you've learned to put on airs after just a few days? Senior Brother Zhao gave you a couple of moves, and you actually think you're something else?"

Given Chu Feng's past temperament, he would definitely get angry if provoked by just a few words.

However, Chu Feng's expression remained unchanged at this moment, his eyes as still as a deep well.

Qian's words didn't even cause a ripple in his heart; he even thought Qian's words were really nice to hear.

"Thank you for the compliment, Senior Brother Qian!"

Senior Brother Qian: ? ? ?

Praise him? Is Chu Feng out of his mind?
In the instant he was stunned, Chu Feng made his move!

His movements were concise, swift, and efficient!
There was no more of a show of force or emotional outburst; the sword light was angled with extreme cunning, directly targeting the defensive gaps exposed by the opponent's earlier emotional fluctuations.

Senior Brother Qian hurriedly parried, his sword moves becoming rushed and distorted, and he began to curse loudly.

But Chu Feng's swordplay was faster, more accurate, and more solid, relentlessly seizing every opening he made and pressing forward step by step.

No matter how fiercely or venomously Senior Brother Qian cursed, Chu Feng's eyes remained focused, only his sword moving calmly. Within five moves, Senior Brother Qian's rhythm completely collapsed.

Chu Feng spotted an opening, deflected the opponent's weapon with a single sword strike, and then, with the spine of his sword like a whip, sent Senior Brother Qian flying.

"what!"

Brother Qian screamed and fell backward, landing hard on his backside in a sorry state.

Chu Feng sheathed his sword and stood there, without mockery or contempt.

He looked at Senior Brother Qian sitting on the ground and spoke in a clear and calm tone.

"Senior Brother Qian, your sword energy is as thin as a bald man combing his hair, but your grand display is like an emperor's funeral procession. Your sword moves are so flashy you could be a street performer on a bridge. Is that all? You dare to embarrass yourself here?"

puff!

Immediately, someone in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That's incredibly hurtful!
The senior brother Qian, who was already in pain and ashamed, was provoked by these words, and his face instantly turned liver-colored. He jumped up and pointed at Chu Feng, cursing angrily.

"Chu Feng! You, you, you dare to curse again!"

Chu Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile as he chuckled indifferently.

"Senior brother has so many flaws that even a blind person would shake their head. Instead of arguing here, you should go back and practice more!"

"You! You!" Senior Brother Qian was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing at Chu Feng, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The crowd was completely stunned. After a brief burst of laughter, there was a deathly silence, followed by even louder discussions.

"I...I didn't hear wrong, did I? Did this really come from Madman Chu?"

"My God... his lips are like they've been poisoned!"

"The key is, how come he can curse without using a single swear word, and yet he does it with such charm?"

"The most important thing is his temper! Do you all remember last month's assessment? Senior Brother Wang only called him a 'reckless man,' and he chased after him and hacked for two miles. Now he can be insulted to his face and he doesn't even flinch, and he can even retaliate with a set of words that make people faint with anger?"

"He's changed! He's a completely different person! This isn't just a matter of practice; it's like he's been given the Soup of Oblivion, and his tongue has been enlightened as well!"

At this moment, Lei Jingming, who had just arrived at the edge of the assessment site, was pulled back by someone.

"Senior Brother Lei, you've finally arrived! You're closest to Chu Feng, what happened to him? Did he have an epiphany or was he possessed by some sharp-tongued senior?"

Lei Jingming looked at Chu Feng, who stood calmly on the field, exuding an air of superiority, and his lips twitched uncontrollably a few times.

The image of Zhu Xin's face, which had made him cry countless times, flashed before his eyes. He recalled the torment of being scolded until his blood boiled, yet also benefiting greatly, and the heartache of emptying his pockets to pay with spirit stones... Lei Jingming had a bellyful of words stuck in his throat.

Don't ask, it's all tears.

After the Guiyi Sword Pavilion's end-of-month assessment was completed over three consecutive days, and the monthly rankings were announced, everyone was surprised to find that not only Chu Feng, but also Lei Jingming had squeezed into the ranks of mid-stage Golden Core disciples, and even ranked in the middle.

This instantly piqued everyone's curiosity. Recalling the transformative changes in Chu Feng and Lei Jingming, everyone became restless.

"Chu Feng, Lei Jingming, pay back the money—"

The crowd aggressively cornered the two, threatening to return the money immediately if they weren't told the truth.

Under pressure from their creditors, Chu Feng and Lei Jingming had no choice but to tell the truth.

Now, all the early-stage Golden Core sword cultivators who had previously disdained to complete this task rushed towards Cloud Mist Peak, along with several mid-stage Golden Core sword cultivators who also went to join in the fun.

They wanted to see just who this Jiang Heying was, that she could make Chu Feng and Lei Jingming achieve such a transformation in just one month!
(End of this chapter)