I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

Upon hearing this, Wu Qianhong's brows furrowed, and his face showed displeasure.

Ji Tianpeng is ranked among the top ten prodigies of the inner sect, and his cultivation level is firmly at the peak of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

In the eyes of the newly recruited disciples, such a person was like a celestial being in the clouds, unattainable.

But Lin Feng in front of me was nonchalant and showed no respect whatsoever.

Wu Qianhong thought to himself: Could this person be someone who has just entered the inner sect and has not yet heard of Senior Brother Ji's illustrious reputation?

"Kid, what kind of attitude is that?"

A tall, thin young man broke the silence with a stern rebuke.

"Senior Brother Wu has come in person because he sees your talent as promising and has specially given you the opportunity to follow Senior Brother Ji!"

"You're just a new disciple; being able to establish a relationship with Senior Brother Ji is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes. Don't push your luck!"

The other person beside him immediately chimed in, his tone full of arrogance: "At this moment, you should kneel down and kowtow, humbly and gratefully thanking Senior Brother Wu for his guidance!"

Lin Feng remained calm and slowly said, "So you wanted to recruit me."

"Didn't Ji Tianpeng teach you that you should be polite and use respectful language when asking for favors?"

"I have no intention of depending on anyone. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Lin Feng turned to leave.

"How dare you! How dare you address Senior Brother Ji by his name so casually?"

An inner disciple's face suddenly turned cold, and anger surged within him.

Wu Qianhong's expression was cold, and his tone was somewhat ruthless: "You really don't know what's good for you! Countless people are scrambling to follow Senior Brother Ji, yet you're not even qualified."

"Senior Brother Ji has taken a liking to you; it's an incredible stroke of luck for you, yet you dare to refuse him in public!"

"As expected, the new disciples don't know the rules and have no respect for their senior brothers."

"In that case, I'll teach you properly what sect rules are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Qianhong flicked his sleeve.

The two disciples shuddered, and their powerful and vigorous blood and qi suddenly erupted, like a volcanic eruption.

The two, one on the left and one on the right, charged straight at Lin Feng with fierce momentum.

As a physical cultivation sect, the Hundred Refinements Sect has relatively lenient rules.

The sect tacitly allows its disciples to spar and compete with each other.

The only prohibition is that private fights and killings are forbidden.

At this moment, Li Liu, who was in the next cave, was startled by the commotion and quickly came out.

Seeing this dangerous scene, his expression changed instantly, and he called out a warning: "Brother Lin, be careful!"

He knew how formidable these senior students were, having already begun cultivating the "Hundred-Refined Vajra Body," and even Situ Kuang was far from being their match.

Situ Kuang followed him out, his face etched with undisguised schadenfreude.

Lin Feng remained silent, simply raising his palm and gently patting forward.

"Boom!"

A vast and powerful force suddenly erupted, like mountains crashing down, directly sending the two attacking disciples flying.

Seeing this, Wu Qianhong flew into a rage: "You dare to resist? Attack us all!"

The remaining disciples roared and charged towards Lin Feng.

"court death!"

Lin Feng let out a cold shout, his figure spun around, and he charged straight into the crowd.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of rapid, violent impacts rang out.

Within moments, all the disciples were sent flying backwards.

"this……"

Wu Qianhong's pupils contracted sharply, and he was speechless.

Li Liu stared wide-eyed, utterly shocked.

Situ Kuang's face turned ashen, his expression extremely awkward, as if he had swallowed a fly.

After a long silence, Wu Qianhong took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and said, "Lin Feng, I underestimated you."

"You've broken through to the fifth level of Foundation Establishment in just one day."

"Considering your combat strength is still acceptable, I'll give you one last chance."

"As long as you kneel down to apologize for your previous rudeness and offer 100,000 spirit stones, I will forgive and forget, and will still bring you under Senior Brother Ji's command."

Wu Qianhong appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was cursing angrily.

He originally thought that bringing a group of senior practitioners who cultivated the "Hundred Refinements Vajra Body" would be enough to crush Lin Feng.

But to his utter surprise, Lin Feng's combat strength far exceeded his expectations.

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"I'll say it again, I won't follow anyone!"

"Okay, I understand."

Wu Qianhong stared intently at Lin Feng, feeling a sense of retreat, and turned to leave.

At this moment, Lin Feng's cold laugh suddenly rang out: "You come and go as you please, did you even ask my permission?"

"What do you mean?"

Wu Qianhong froze, his expression changing drastically.

"Kneel down and apologize to me!"

Lin Feng's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"You bastard!"

Wu Qianhong's eyes widened, his long hair stood on end, and he was filled with rage.

He was a veteran disciple of the inner sect and followed Ji Tianpeng, one of the top ten prodigies, giving him a transcendent status.

Making him kneel before a newly recruited disciple is an utter disgrace!

Lin Feng's words completely ignited his anger.

A powerful aura surged and churned within him like a raging storm.

"Do you really think that just because you defeated a few ordinary senior students, you're qualified to compete with me?"

He took a step forward, and the power of the eighth level of Foundation Establishment was unleashed.

"Blood Dragon Fist!"

The intense fist energy condensed in mid-air, transforming into a ferocious and savage phantom of a blood dragon, its blood and energy raging wildly.

Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand and struck forward with a palm.

"Arrogant and conceited!"

Wu Qianhong sneered, certain that Lin Feng would lose.

He possessed a perfected eighth-level Foundation Establishment cultivation, and with the aid of the Hundred-Refined Vajra Body and the Blood Dragon Fist, his combat power had already reached the peak of the eighth level, making him far superior to ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

But what happened next completely overturned his understanding.

The moment the blood dragon touched Lin Feng's palm, it shattered with a roar.

Immediately following, a powerful force easily shattered the protective aura surrounding Wu Qianhong.

"Bang!"

A loud bang shook the entire venue, and Wu Qianhong's knees buckled, causing him to kneel heavily before Lin Feng.

With the power of a single palm strike, he forcefully subdued a Foundation Establishment Stage 8 expert!

In the distance, at the residence of the senior students, a group of veteran disciples appeared one after another, and were all shocked to witness this scene.

Everyone was aware of Wu Qianhong's strength; his "Hundred-Refined Vajra Body" had already reached the Tendon Forging Realm.

Even ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage 9 cultivators would find it difficult to contend with him, making him a top-tier inner sect cultivator.

No one could believe that he had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of a newly recruited disciple.

"what!"

Wu Qianhong roared to the sky, filled with humiliation and resentment, unable to accept this defeat.

His veins bulged all over his body, like the clanging of dragon tendons, and his blood and qi surged wildly as he struggled to get up.

But Lin Feng slammed down with another palm strike, the immense force crushing down upon him.

"Boom!"

Wu Qianhong was slammed to the ground, his body sinking several inches.

"Let me go!"

Wu Qianhong shouted fiercely, his words full of threats: "If you dare to hurt me, Senior Brother Ji will definitely not let you off the hook, and will make sure you have no place in the inner sect!"

Lin Feng placed his right foot firmly on Wu Qianhong's back and said coldly, "Slap yourself ten times and leave your storage rings, and I'll let you go."

"You might as well just kill me!"

Wu Qianhong's eyes were bloodshot. Even though his pride had been broken, he refused to bear this great humiliation.

"OK!"

Lin Feng was too lazy to say anything more. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly increased the force of his footwork.

"Snap!"

A series of cracking sounds rang out as Wu Qianhong's arm was crushed into a bloody pulp.

"what!"

The piercing scream had barely escaped its lips when it abruptly stopped.

This was because Lin Feng's raised right foot was already aimed at his head.

"Is he bluffing, or does he really dare to kill me?"

In that split second between life and death, Wu Qianhong was shaken to his core and utterly panicked.

He didn't dare gamble on whether Lin Feng would actually dare to kill him.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and gave in, roaring at the top of his lungs, "I'll slap! I'll slap!!!"