In response to
The Duanmu brothers were still up on the platform and had not come down.
Watching Chu Feng genuinely head for the platform as well, the looks in their eyes shifted.
But Chu Feng paid them no attention. He strode straight onto the platform and answered with his actions.
He… intended to participate in the competition for
"Hold it."
Just as Chu Feng was about to pick up the brush and write his name on the wooden board,
He did not merely call out — his tone carried an unpleasant edge.
This changed Chu Feng's impression of Duanmu Xiang.
Originally, Chu Feng had thought the Duanmu brothers were reasonable people. Now it seemed he had thought too highly of them.
Without a second glance at Duanmu Xiang, Chu Feng swiftly picked up the brush and left his name on the board.
Moreover, he wrote his name at the very front — ahead not only of Duanmu Xiang and
Chu Feng knew this would rub people the wrong way.
But that was precisely the point. He was making his stance crystal clear.
Zi Ling was his beloved, and no one should dream of competing with him for her hand.
If anyone insisted on trying, they could only stand behind him.
In other matters, Chu Feng was willing to yield. But when it came to his woman, he would not budge.
Not even half a step!
"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"
Duanmu Xiang pressed Chu Feng, his tone growing harsher.
"Oh, sorry about that."
"So you were calling me just now?"
Chu Feng turned back to look at Duanmu Xiang.
"Obviously! There are only three of us on this platform. If my brother wasn't calling you, who else would he be calling?"
Duanmu Yang spoke up as well. Compared to Duanmu Xiang, his attitude was even worse.
At the very least, when measured against the way they treated others, the hostility they showed Chu Feng was unmistakable.
"You're human too, aren't you? How do you know he's definitely talking to me and not to you?"
Chu Feng squinted, looking as innocent and harmless as a lamb.
But anyone listening could tell he was plainly mocking Duanmu Yang.
"Did you just insult me?!"
Duanmu Yang bellowed at Chu Feng in fury.
"Insult you?"
"I called you human, and that counts as an insult?"
"Would you prefer me to say you're not human? That wouldn't be an insult?"
Chu Feng spread his hands and shrugged, wearing an exaggerated look of helplessness.
"You insolent fool — do you think I wouldn't dare teach you a lesson?!"
As Duanmu Yang spoke, he released the pressure of his Ninth-rank Supreme cultivation.
A Ninth-rank Supreme was an extraordinarily powerful figure among the junior disciples present.
Otherwise, the brothers would never have earned the title of Wolong Disciples.
However, this place was truly a den of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Among the elders alone, not to mention the disciples who had already stepped beyond the junior category, there were quite a few whose strength surpassed the Duanmu brothers'.
And yet, despite seeing Duanmu Yang unleash his pressure, no one moved to intervene.
The people here enjoyed watching a good show just as much.
"What's this — trying to bully others with your superior strength?"
Still, even under Duanmu Yang's pressure, the smile on Chu Feng's face did not fade. Only now, the smile was no longer a polite courtesy — it carried a far more mocking edge.
At that moment, Duanmu Xiang reached over and patted Duanmu Yang, signaling him to withdraw his aura.
Then Duanmu Xiang turned to Chu Feng:
"Chu Feng."
"You're the one who just joined the Wolong Martial Sect and already broke Lord Dugu Lingtian's record at the Snow Domain Heavenly Peak, aren't you?"
"That's me," Chu Feng replied.
"You've only just joined the Wolong Martial Sect, and you've already caused quite a stir."
"I can understand a bit of swollen pride."
"But as your senior, it's my duty to give you some guidance, so you don't go down the wrong path."
"Do you know what it means to write your name here?"
"Do you even understand what you're doing?"
Duanmu Xiang pointed at the wooden board as he spoke to Chu Feng.
"You don't need to spell it out. I, Chu Feng, know exactly what I'm doing."
"You know, and yet you still dare put your name up there?"
"Do you think you're worthy?"
Duanmu Xiang's voice hardened, his tone growing ever more forceful — tinged with genuine anger.
"Why not? Is there a rule that says I can't write my name?"
Chu Feng's smile vanished as well, his expression turning grave.
"Chu Feng, it's fine to be young and spirited, but you should also know your own limits."
"
"You… are worthy?"