"Young Friend Chu Feng, come to my Iron Bamboo Grove! The Iron Bamboo Grove is far better suited for you."
"Young Friend Chu Feng, come to my Copper Bamboo Grove! In a place like the Waste Bamboo Grove, your talents will only be wasted."
"Young Friend Chu Feng, come to my Silver Bamboo Grove instead! Don't even consider the Copper or Iron Bamboo Groves — after all, they're only lower-tier groves. How could they possibly match your kind of talent?"
"All of you, shut your mouths! You think you're worthy of inviting Young Friend Chu Feng? Take a good look at yourselves — could you possibly contain a genius of his caliber?"
"Young Friend Chu Feng, don't pay any attention to that bunch of old scoundrels! They've gone senile — they can't tell the situation from their elbow, and they don't realize they don't have the qualifications."
"Come to my Gold Bamboo Grove instead. As long as you join, I'll immediately petition the Head to name you as the Gold Bamboo Grove's first disciple. Countless resources, every privilege imaginable — you'll never run out."
At this moment, the elders from every grove — who had arrived brimming with hostility — were all earnestly and painstakingly trying to persuade Chu Feng.
After witnessing his peerless and astonishing talent, they had all cast aside their preconceptions, wanting Chu Feng to join their ranks.
They were so eager to claim Chu Feng that the tension between them had long since turned volatile — they were practically on the verge of coming to blows.
"I appreciate everyone's kindness, but I, Chu Feng, only wish to remain a quiet, nominal disciple in the Waste Bamboo Grove."
Unfortunately for them, no matter what conditions they proposed, Chu Feng merely smiled faintly and rejected them all without mercy.
"Young Friend Chu Feng, let me give you a piece of advice: know what's good for you. Don't refuse a friendly toast only to drink the forced one — you'll only cut off your own retreat." After being rejected, the arrogant Gold Bamboo Grove elder spoke with undisguised malice.
"And let me give you a piece of advice in return, Elder: I accept respectful toasts depending on who's offering them. Penalty drinks — I never touch those. And as for cutting off my path... heh... do you even qualify?" Chu Feng said with utter contempt.
"You...! Fine, fine, fine! I've never seen such an arrogant disciple in all my years. Let's see how this plays out." The elder flung his wide sleeve and stormed off in a fury.
"I'll be waiting," Chu Feng called out after him, showing not a shred of courtesy.
That old man, though an elder of the Gold Bamboo Grove, was merely an eighth-rank Martial King with unremarkable combat power. In front of Chu Feng, such cultivation was nothing but dregs — he didn't even qualify as a threat.
"This Chu Feng is something else! He actually dismissed even a Gold Bamboo Grove elder like that!"
"Just who is this guy? To dare treat all these elders with such contempt — he must have some serious backing."
Right now, the crowd gathered at the Waste Bamboo Grove was far from small. Every single person had their eyes locked on Chu Feng's every move.
Having witnessed Chu Feng perform one jaw-dropping, tongue-tied display after another, the disciples of the Falling Leaves Bamboo Grove had gone from initial hatred to deep reverence.
By now, they had completely forgotten how Chu Feng had humiliated their fellow disciples — they only knew that he was incredibly powerful, a rare genius, and the pride of their generation.
What's more, the thought that Chu Feng was so fearless and audacious, unafraid of heaven or earth, suggested there could very well be some terrifying backing behind him.
So not only did they admire Chu Feng, but many of them were already secretly plotting how to get close to him and forge a good relationship.
"Which one is Chu Feng?!" But just at that moment, a thunderous shout erupted from the south of the Waste Bamboo Grove.
That voice caused the distant sky to tremble, bamboo leaves to scatter, and every bird and beast to cry out in alarm.
And following that shout came a dense mass of figures — over a thousand Martial King-level experts, charging through the air with overwhelming momentum.
The weakest among them were third-rank Martial Kings, the strongest sixth-rank, and several among them possessed heaven-defying combat power.
Although their combat strength could at most cross a single level — a far cry from Chu Feng's heaven-defying power that crossed three — for the Falling Leaves Bamboo Grove, such combat strength was already exceptional, and such disciples were unquestionably geniuses.
"It's the disciples of the Colored Bamboo Grove! They've finally lost patience and made their move!"