Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

It took Ji Chen and the others quite a while to recover from the extreme shock after Xu Mofeng left.

If it weren't for Zhang Shaohan lying half-dead dozens of meters away, they would have seriously doubted whether what they had just witnessed was a collective hallucination.

"This is outrageous... When did our Biyou Sect start hiding such a prodigy?"

Some people couldn't help but sigh in disbelief.

To be able to crush the third-ranked disciple of the Snow Moon Sect by two minor realms—this isn't just a genius, this is clearly a monster that appears only once in a century!

The thought of how they had previously mocked and ridiculed the other person behind their back, saying that the other person was arrogant and ignorant, made everyone's faces burn with shame, as if they had been slapped in the face in public.

Even Ji Chen turned his face away, filled with shame. Just now he was certain that the other person was going to die, but now he realized it was a joke.

"etc!"

Suddenly, someone realized what was happening and looked at Zhang Linghe. "Junior Brother Zhang, don't you know him? What's this senior brother's name?"

All eyes immediately turned to them.

Zhang Linghe composed himself and replied in a low voice, "His name is Xu Mofeng. I went to Chu Jing City with him before. At that time, he was only at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, and he defeated Wang Cheng, the top five inner disciple of Red Maple Valley, on the arena."

"hiss--"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Chen and the others gasped in shock, their expressions changing drastically.

Red Maple Valley and Azure Nether Sect are both eighth-grade sects in the Great Shang Kingdom. They are well aware of the significance of the top five inner disciples, who are all genuine elites of the same rank.

Xu Mofeng was able to defeat such a person when he was only at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment?

Now that he's at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, dealing with Zhang Shaohan doesn't seem so strange at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Linghe hesitated and added, "Actually... Senior Brother Xu's greatest skill is his swordsmanship. He has already grasped one-tenth of the essence of swordsmanship, and just now... he didn't even draw his sword."

"What?!"

These words were like a bombshell, stunning everyone on the spot.

"He didn't even use his full strength to beat Zhang Shaohan?"

"Does he also possess the intent of a sword? Or is it only at the very beginning?"

"So Zhang Shaohan fought with all his might, but he didn't even have the right to force the other side to draw their sword?!"

A group of people stood there speechless, their mouths agape, too shocked to find the words to describe it.

Upon careful recollection of the entire encounter, Xu Mofeng was indeed unarmed from beginning to end, and did not even touch the hilt of the knife.

He broke half of the Frost and Snow Blade Intent with just his palm strike. If he were to actually draw his blade, how terrifying would that be?

Some people couldn't help but sigh, feeling that all their years of cultivation had been wasted.

"Senior Brother Ji Chen, tell me... who is more powerful, Senior Brother Xu or Senior Brother Li Haoran?"

Someone couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Li's sword intent is also at least ten percent complete, so it's hard to say how it will go in a real fight... but in terms of talent..."

Ji Chen took a deep breath and said, word by word, "In the entire inner sect, no one can compare to Xu Mofeng."

"Once this Frost Realm Trial is over, the name Xu Mofeng will no longer be unknown, and the ranking on the Inner Sect Ranking should be changed."

On the other side, in the valley covered with fallen red maple leaves.

Seven or eight Snow Moon Sect disciples were searching for medicinal herbs.

"The elder specifically instructed that a thousand-year-old ginseng is hidden in this valley. Search carefully, don't miss any corners!"

"Don't worry, senior brother, he can't escape!"

As the group split up to search, a figure in a blue robe slowly drifted into the valley.

"Who goes there?!"

The leading disciple was about to reprimand him when he saw who it was, his face turned deathly pale, and his voice trembled as he cried out, "You...you are Li Haoran of the Biyou Sect!!"

The handsome young man smiled faintly and casually drew the sword from his waist.

……

In a short while, Li Haoran walked out of the valley alone, carrying a jade box containing a thousand-year-old ginseng.

"The quality is acceptable."

He put away the medicinal herbs with satisfaction, then looked up towards the far north, where snow and ice blocked out the sun and glaciers stretched endlessly.

"Zheng Bingtian, where did you get the audacity to challenge me to a duel? Do you really think that the snow and wind at the far north peak can amplify your Snow Moon Sect's techniques and make you a match for me?"

A calm smile played on Li Haoran's lips as he murmured to himself, "Fine, I'll give you all the advantages of timing and location. This time, I'll make sure you lose convincingly."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of powerful sword energy erupted from his body, sending maple leaves flying and scattering across the mountainside.

Meanwhile, at the far north peak of the Frost Realm.

A tall figure sat quietly on the ice cliff.

The wind and snow howled overhead, and goose feather snowflakes fell all over the sky, but as long as anyone got within three inches of him, the snowflakes and ice particles would be shredded into fine water mist by the invisible blade light.

The young man sat upright in the blizzard, his white clothes spotless, not even a single snowflake could touch him.

"Senior Brother Zheng!"

A disciple from the Snow Moon Sect rushed over, bowed, and reported in a low voice, "Li Haoran has appeared in Yellow Maple Valley and snatched the Millennium Ginseng from Senior Brother Zhong Ling, who is fourth in the Inner Sect. Judging from the direction, he should be coming this way. Also... our other teams have also been attacked by the Azure Nether Sect, and Senior Brother Zhang Shaohan, who is third in the Inner Sect... has also been defeated."

"Zhang Shaohan lost too?"

Zheng Bingtian was slightly surprised, but didn't take it to heart. He said calmly, "It's alright, let them take it first. After tomorrow, all the spiritual herbs will eventually be ours."

The disciple was stunned at first, then reacted, his face instantly lighting up with wild joy: "Senior brother! You...you've broken through?!"

Zheng Bingtian smiled slightly and looked up at the snow-covered sky.

Wherever his gaze fell, the snow and wind suddenly churned up, like several white dragons swirling and roaring in the clouds, their momentum terrifying.

What do you think?

……

The frosty cliffs and valleys are covered by a vast, boundless snowfield.

run!

Yue Xinqun looked like a stray dog ​​that had been chased until its fur stood on end, running desperately through knee-deep snow.

His face was deathly pale, and he kept turning back every three steps, as if a prehistoric beast was chasing him.

As the fourth-ranked disciple of the Snow Moon Sect, a genius who comprehended the essence of the sword at a young age and was revered by all the disciples as the "Mysterious Ice Blade," Yue Xinqun never dreamed that he would end up in such a disgraceful state.

That kid is a monster!

As Yue Xinqun ran, he cursed under his breath. The scene of their fight just now was like a nightmare, constantly replaying in his mind, and he couldn't shake it off.

The Xuanbing Blade Intent he cherished as his life was torn to shreds like paper used to cover a window under the bare hands of someone else.

That's outrageous, absolutely outrageous.

Even when facing Zheng Bingtian, the chief disciple of the inner sect, Yue Xinqun dared to fight back three times. Although he lost, he was not flustered. Although Senior Brother Zheng was strong, at least he was strong in a methodical way.

But that kid from the Biyou Sect is so strong it's completely unreasonable; he's a pure monster!

Where can you find someone with such an abnormally high Foundation Establishment level 8?

Beating a Foundation Establishment level 10 martial artist is like beating up a stray dog ​​on the street. If he really reaches the Foundation Establishment level 10, he might be able to skip levels and go and kill a Golden Core cultivator.

Absurd, utterly absurd!

"Where did this fiend come from in the Azure Nether Sect? No, we must report this to Senior Brother Zheng Bingtian immediately!"

Yue Xinqun's heart pounded, and he vaguely felt that this kid would be the biggest variable in Xueyue Sect's plan.

"We can't run anymore! That kid's a stealthy runner; if we keep running, we'll be caught sooner or later!"

On a sudden impulse, he stopped, dug a snowdrift in the snow with his backhand, and carefully buried himself in it.

In the far north of the Frost Realm, where blizzards rage year-round, footprints left behind are quickly covered up.

In addition, with the secret technique of concealing his breath that he had cultivated, he could suppress his blood and heartbeat to the extreme. He was confident that he could shake off his opponent completely.

Yue Xinqun immediately activated his secret technique, instantly concealing his aura completely, slowing his blood flow and heartbeat, and completely merging with the surrounding ice and snow.

He didn't know how long he had endured, but he figured the storm had passed and was wondering whether he should venture out and test the waters.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" rang out overhead, the snowdrift was blasted away, and a clear laugh rang straight into his ears: "Found you!"

Yue Xinqun looked up and saw a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes squatting by the snow pit, smiling at him.

Yue Xinqun's pupils contracted sharply, and his scalp tingled instantly.

"you--!"

The figure in the snowdrift suddenly sprang up, but the next instant it crashed heavily back to the bottom of the pit.

A battle? It didn't even have the chance to begin; it ended abruptly.

Xu Mofeng casually tossed the unconscious Yue Xinqun back into the snowdrift and skillfully removed the other's storage ring.

He swept his divine sense over the area and a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face.

This genius of the Snow Moon Sect probably never imagined that no matter how exquisite his concealment technique was, it couldn't hide the threads of opportunity on his body. In Xu Mofeng's eyes, those threads were as bright as torches, and were crystal clear.

"Only one last chance remains..."

Xu Mofeng looked up to the north, where a crimson, flame-like line of opportunity stretched from his body straight to the mountain peak in the far north.

If he remembered correctly, that was the place where the Biyou Sect and the Xueyue Sect had agreed to a duel.

Tomorrow is the day of the gambling match, and he will naturally go. However, before he goes, he needs to digest his gains.

"Two low-grade Xuan-level Guiyuan Pills and eight Peiyuan Pills are enough to push my Purple-Gold True Qi up two more levels."

Xu Mofeng found a secluded mountain hollow, cleaved a snow pit with his palm, jumped in, took out a Guiyuan Pill, and swallowed it.

A surge of powerful spiritual energy immediately exploded in his dantian, flowing through his meridians and refining his internal energy time and again…