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Feng Zhi landed slowly, and he didn't try to intimidate him. So many people were waiting for him; that was wrong of him.

He first faced the direction of the Holy Lord and the chief elders, and then bowed to the disciples below the stage.

"Greetings, Holy Lord, and fellow disciples. I'm truly sorry to have kept you all waiting."

His tone was sincere, without a trace of the airs of a saint.

Bei Shenfeng gave a low hum and waved his hand, but a barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his mouth.

This kid's move did ease the tension quite a bit.

He was secretly shocked. Fifth level of Core Formation? He really is breaking through!

The discussion below the stage paused for a moment, and the disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

They waited for ages, their mouths brimming with words of wisdom ready to be uttered, but an apology stuck in their throats, neither uttering it nor swallowing it.

After all, Feng Zhi's identity is that of a holy son, a disciple of the ancestor, and of the same generation as Bei Shenfeng. According to seniority, they should all call him senior uncle.

They've already lowered themselves to apologize to you; it wouldn't be right to be ungrateful if you didn't appreciate it.

That's how the world works; as long as the person in charge apologizes and softens their stance, the anger of those below will naturally dissipate.

In a quiet corner, a female disciple muttered, "Is this the Holy Son? He's so polite!"

"I can't even see through his cultivation level. Isn't he only a disciple who has been practicing for three years?" another disciple said, his voice full of surprise.

"If their cultivation level wasn't high, how could they become a Holy Son?"

A senior inner disciple standing in front glanced back at them, taking it all for granted.

But he himself frowned, unable to discern the difference even with his peak Refinement Spirit cultivation...

They weren't certain that Feng Zhi was at least at the Core Formation stage, since there were other auxiliary treasures that could allow flight.

"The aura he exuded upon landing was beyond what someone at the third level of the Essence, Qi, and Spirit realm could possess," someone rationally analyzed.

"Could it really be the Core Formation stage...?"

With Gu Changfeng's divine sense, he naturally knew what these guys were talking about.

He was filled with helplessness... He had just been speaking up for him and defending him, but now he was saying that the Holy Son was polite.

However, Gu Changfeng was also shocked. Unlike those guys who were at the third level of cultivation, he could see through Feng Zhi's cultivation level.

Fifth level of Core Formation!

You should know that he cultivated in the Holy Land for ten years since he was a child, and he even cultivated the Emperor Scripture because of his outstanding talent!

But Feng Zhi, this holy son, has only cultivated for three years, yet he has already achieved the same level of progress as him after ten years of effort!

Comparing yourself to others is a sure way to make yourself miserable, and Gu Changfeng couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions. All he wanted now was to prove that he was no less capable!

He walked forward toward Fengzhi.

Everyone in the training ground noticed Gu Changfeng's actions and began to look at him, wanting to see what kind of battle would break out between this senior brother and the current Holy Son!

"Look, Senior Brother is about to challenge the Holy Son!" A female disciple excitedly tugged at her companion.

"Do you think Senior Brother can hold on?" someone asked, worried about Gu Changfeng.

"I think the Holy Son's cultivation is so fast that his foundation might be weak." An outer disciple stroked his chin, looking like he knew everything.

"What the hell? Do you think a cultivator would make such a basic mistake, let alone a prodigy like the Holy Son?" The senior brother next to him looked at him like he was an idiot.

The disciple shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

On the arena, Gu Changfeng had already walked three steps in front of Feng Zhi. He cupped his hands in greeting and said directly:

"Gu Changfeng, the Holy Lord's eldest disciple, greets the Holy Son."

Feng Zhi nodded. "Nephew, there's no need for formalities. Please come on over."

Even though Gu Changfeng was somewhat prepared, he still felt strange when he heard the term "junior disciple," since the two were about the same age and he felt like he was being taken advantage of.

He didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point. With a flick of his right hand, a large black and white sword appeared out of thin air in his palm.

"Please enlighten me, Holy Son!" Gu Changfeng said, no longer concealing his aura.

Eighth level of Core Formation!

In an instant, spiritual energy surged out of his body like a flood bursting its banks, causing his white robes to billow and dance in the air currents.

The obsidian iron ground beneath his feet could not withstand the sudden burst of pressure, cracking and spreading outwards with fine lines.

Everyone was surprised.

"Such a powerful aura! Senior Brother is even stronger than before!"

"The last time I saw him fight, his aura wasn't this terrifying. How long has it been?"

"They've kept it well hidden; no wonder they dared to challenge the Holy Son!"

The disciples, who had just been worried about whether Gu Changfeng could withstand the pressure, were now all gaping in disbelief.

On the high platform, Yang Ding slapped the armrest: "Good lad! When did you break through to the next realm?"

Danyangzi stroked his beard: "Judging from this aura, he's broken through at least half a year ago. In just half a year, his cultivation level has stabilized as if he'd been honing it for three to five years. Changfeng's talent is truly remarkable."

Bei Shenfeng didn't speak, but tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest. He knew his disciple Gu Changfeng's cultivation level, of course.

To his surprise, Changfeng revealed himself at this moment, without any intention of launching a surprise attack.

Facing an opponent three minor realms lower than himself, he showed no arrogance and went all out from the start, indicating that he valued this opportunity highly.

On the arena, Feng Zhi raised an eyebrow as he looked at the black and white broadsword in Gu Changfeng's hand.

"Nice knife. What's it called?" He didn't actually know anything about weapons, but he wanted to ease the tension.

"The name of this sword is Po Jun! Holy Son, reveal your weapon!" Gu Changfeng gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his eyes solemn.

Feng Zhi looked at his broadsword and then at his hands, and he felt there was no need for that.

"No need, I don't feel threatened."

Feng Zhi answered honestly, in a calm tone.

Silence fell, and everyone present was stunned!

"Pfft! Holy Son, isn't that a bit too arrogant?" One of the disciples almost choked on Feng Zhi's words.

"Wow! That's insane, absolutely insane!" Someone gasped.

"He's really underestimating Senior Brother! Even if he's also at the Core Formation stage, I heard that Senior Brother was already at the sixth level of Core Formation before, and now he's probably close to the peak!" Someone shook their head, not optimistic about Feng Zhi.

The veteran disciple disagreed, retorting, "If he were truly arrogant, why would he apologize to us right after leaving the arena? Someone like that wouldn't make such boastful claims without reason!"

The people around thought about it carefully and agreed that it made sense.

Gu Changfeng on the stage was also stunned. He was at the eighth level of the Core Formation stage and was also a sixth-level genius!

Feng Zhi is only at the fifth level. Even if Feng Zhi is at the sixth level of the Forbidden Realm like him, there's no reason for him to win! Why are you so arrogant?

"No, you must reveal your weapon." Gu Changfeng stared into Feng Zhi's eyes.

"It was already an unfair victory for me, at the eighth level of the Core Formation stage, to defeat you at the fifth. Now you won't even show your weapon; how will our fellow disciples view me!"

Gu Changfeng was also a little annoyed; he was being far too disrespectful!

"Whoosh!"

The audience erupted in chaos.

"What? Did I hear that right? The Holy Son is at the fifth level? In the Core Formation stage?"

"Holy crap, I'm so excited! I knew he was at a higher level! Three years to reach the fifth level of the Core Formation stage?!"

"And legend has it that he has a physique that hasn't been revealed yet. I'm really worried about Senior Brother. The Holy Son isn't joking!" A female disciple retorted as soon as he finished speaking.

"You talk as if our senior brother isn't a god? Who's afraid of who!"

"Wait a minute, doesn't that mean Senior Brother is guaranteed to win against someone at level eight?"

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Seeing his stubbornness, Feng Zhi had no choice but to reply, "Fine, I'll look for it."

As he spoke, he took out a replica of the Imperial Weapon from his iron ring.