Chapter 4688. The Test

Though Chu Feng was inwardly puzzled, he was not about to stand there and wait for the yellow-faced elder's attack to land.

Swoosh—

But just as Chu Feng was about to strike, a figure suddenly stepped in front of him, blocking the blow.

It was Elder Duan Liufeng. The elder raised his palm and met the yellow-faced elder's incoming strike head-on.

BOOM—

The two palms collided, and Duan Liufeng did not retreat a single step.

The yellow-faced elder, on the other hand, was forced back several paces. He hurriedly grabbed his attacking wrist with his other hand, his face twisted in visible pain.

This was because Duan Liufeng's cultivation surpassed that of the yellow-faced elder.

"Fifth rank Supreme?"

"Duan Liufeng — your cultivation has actually improved?"

The crowd stared at Duan Liufeng with undisguised astonishment.

But their surprise was rather peculiar.

For a martial cultivator, an increase in cultivation was the most ordinary thing in the world. The fact that these people were so shocked by it was itself highly abnormal.

That realization told Chu Feng something was off.

"Elder Qian, the disciple I brought back may have spoken out of turn, but that is not your place to discipline him. Besides… I don't believe he said anything wrong."

Duan Liufeng addressed the yellow-faced elder.

"Hmph—"

The yellow-faced elder let out a cold snort. He was clearly displeased, but since he was outmatched, he had no choice but to swallow his frustration.

Still, the way that man looked at Duan Liufeng — Chu Feng could sense a deep grudge festering behind those eyes. This was far from over.

"Chu Feng, go join the queue for the testing."

"Remember what I told you earlier."

Duan Liufeng said to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng did not delay. He stepped forward at once and joined the line of those awaiting the test.

"Hua Xu, you go as well."

The yellow-faced elder turned to the beastkin man standing behind him.

The beastkin man named Hua Xu caught on immediately. He fell into step behind Chu Feng and joined the queue as well.

"You've got quite the nerve, mouthing off against the elder who brought me into the sect."

"Just wait — I'm going to make you lose every last shred of face."

A covert voice transmission slipped into Chu Feng's ears. The speaker was none other than Hua Xu, standing right behind him.

Chu Feng couldn't be bothered to respond. He had seen far too many of this sort. There was nothing worth saying to someone like that. All that was needed was an opportunity to teach them a lesson — and teach them hard enough that they wouldn't dare act arrogant again. If they still dared, he would simply keep teaching them until they didn't.

Watching the test results of those ahead of him, Chu Feng already knew this trial was no simple matter.

Of the people he had observed, only about two in ten managed to pass. The remaining eight were all eliminated without exception.

Finally, it was Chu Feng's turn.

In truth, when the other disciples were undergoing the test, most of the elders — aside from the one who had brought them into the Crouching Dragon Martial Sect — paid little attention, each busy with their own conversations.

But when Chu Feng stepped forward, multiple elders turned their gaze toward him.

This heightened attention, Chu Feng suspected, had everything to do with Elder Duan Liufeng.

He had a nagging sense that these people harbored considerable hostility toward the elder.