"As long as I haven't witnessed it personally, it's all fair game. That… is the trial of the Seven Realms Sacred Temple."
If Chu Feng had asked outright, the Elder would have given a straightforward answer.
This trial was survival of the fittest. As long as you didn't cause trouble right under the Elder's nose, dying simply meant you weren't skilled enough.
But upon hearing those words, the two guys who had come to collect protection money turned pale.
They were only here to extort a little tribute — but now, it turned out the Elder was saying he wouldn't even intervene if someone got killed?
Chu Feng didn't know about that.
But this Chen Hui was a White Dragon Divine Robe.
If he sought revenge on them, wouldn't they lose their lives?
"Anything else?" the Elder asked Chu Feng.
"Nothing," Chu Feng replied.
The Elder smiled faintly, then rose into the sky and departed.
Seeing this, those two guys hurriedly followed the Elder out.
After all, their provocations had already offended Chen Hui, so they were afraid that once the Elder was gone, Chen Hui would deal with them.
As for Chen Hui, he had no intention of giving those two a hard time. Instead, he gave Chu Feng a meaningful smile.
"Impressive, brother. I, Chen Hui, was blind before. My apologies, my apologies."
He offered just that compliment, asked nothing further, then plopped down onto the ground, picked up his sickle, and examined it with great concentration.
He realized that Chu Feng's rice must have been able to exchange for so many rewards precisely because of the careful observation Chu Feng had done beforehand.
Soon, another day passed.
But just before the Elder arrived to collect the rice, quite a few people gathered around.
Clearly, word of yesterday's events had spread.
Everyone wanted to see with their own eyes whether the rumors were true.
And by the time the Elder arrived, several hundred people had already gathered around Chu Feng.
Because Chen Hui was too absorbed in studying his sickle to harvest today's rice, the Elder went ahead and collected Chu Feng's directly.
This time, Chu Feng's rice exchanged for one hundred Spirit Pearls.
"Not only is the rumor true, he even got one more than the rumor said?"
The crowd buzzed with discussion while reassessing Chu Feng from head to toe.
The women present, in particular, looked at him with entirely different eyes.
For some reason, in that very instant, Chu Feng had become several times taller, more powerful, and more handsome in their view.
This time the Elder said nothing and simply left.
But though the Elder had gone, the spectators hadn't, and in the blink of an eye, countless voices flooded Chu Feng's ears.
The questions were all the same — they were asking Chu Feng how he had done it.
Chu Feng didn't answer. He walked straight into his house.
The house was protected by a barrier, so once Chu Feng stepped inside, they had no way to bother him.
The next day, after the rice had grown back, Chu Feng walked out of his house, ready to harvest.
He found that not only had the crowd not shrunk, it had grown — there were now ten thousand people.
The moment Chu Feng appeared, everyone swarmed him, asking how he had managed to exchange so little rice for so many Spirit Pearls.
Some women even threw themselves at him directly.
Facing this situation, Chu Feng's expression grew increasingly grim.
"Hey!!!"
But before Chu Feng could speak, a furious shout rang out — it was Chen Hui.
"What do you think you're doing? That's his own skill — why should he have to tell you anything?"
"You're all Spirit World Masters. Can't you figure out your own methods? If you don't even have that much ability, you think you deserve to enter the Seven Realms Sacred Temple?"
"Why don't you go piss on a mirror and take a look at yourselves? Do you even deserve it?"
"I'm telling you, if you want to stand here and watch, as long as Chu Feng doesn't chase you off, I won't interfere."
"But don't you dare disturb his work, or don't blame me for getting rough."
After Chen Hui finished speaking, the crowd immediately retreated from Chu Feng's rice paddy.
Because when Chen Hui had delivered that speech, he had released the power of his barrier, and everyone realized he was a White Dragon Divine Robe.
A White Dragon Divine Robe was among the very top talents of the younger generation. While they were all considered geniuses in their own right, none of them dared provoke someone of that level.
Although Chen Hui's presence kept everyone from bothering Chu Feng, the news continued to spread, and more and more people flocked to the area.
By the time the Elder came again, the crowd surrounding Chu Feng's rice paddy was packed beyond capacity — figures filled the sky and the ground alike, tens of thousands strong.
And this time, Chu Feng's rice exchanged for one hundred and one Spirit Pearls.
"One more than yesterday."
"He seems to still be improving. How is he doing it?"
As the crowd murmured among themselves, the Elder also smiled with satisfaction before departing.
No sooner had the Elder left than three men came flying in, landing directly on Chu Feng's rice paddy.
The three of them looked quite alike. The one in front wore a white robe, while the two behind wore green and red robes respectively.
Though none of them wore Spirit World Master robes, it was clear they were here for the trial as well.
"Look, look — more people with a death wish. Don't they know that guy Chen Hui is a White Dragon Divine Robe?"
"With Chen Hui around, aren't they just asking for trouble if they go after this Chu Feng?"