"What's the matter? Nothing to say?"
"That's for the best. You'd better keep your mouth shut, because next time I run into you, I might accidentally beat you to death. Haha..."
Seeing Jian Fengyi's face turn iron-gray as he glared viciously yet didn't dare utter a single word, Chu Feng laughed heartily and strode gracefully onto the high platform, entering the emerald-green building.
At this moment, Jian Fengyi's fists were clenched so tight they creaked. The fire in his heart felt like it could erupt at any moment — he was absolutely fuming.
As the leader of the Sword Dao Alliance and one of the most conspicuous disciples in the entire Inner Sect, when had anyone ever provoked him like this? Even the leader of the Wing Alliance had never treated him this way.
But right now, no matter how furious he was, he had no choice but to endure. He didn't dare make a move inside the Martial Arts Library, and he certainly didn't dare do so in front of Elder Ouyang. After all, even Core Disciples had to show that elder proper respect, let alone him.
"Who's that kid? How dare he talk to Jian Fengyi like that? Does he have a death wish?" Some onlookers expressed concern for Chu Feng.
"I know him — that's Chu Feng. A few days ago, he single-handedly wiped out the Liu Alliance and crippled Liu Mang's manhood."
"Let me tell you, whatever you do, don't mess with him. Compared to Jian Fengyi, this Chu Feng is even more dangerous and terrifying. The guy fears nothing and no one, and his attacks are vicious beyond measure — an absolute little devil incarnate."
But there were also people who recognized Chu Feng. Especially those who had witnessed the destruction of the Liu Alliance firsthand — even now, recalling that day's events sent chills down their spines. In the depths of their hearts, Chu Feng had carved a terrifying shadow that would not fade.
Yet compared to everyone else, the ones with the most complicated expressions were Chu Yue and Chu Xue. As fellow members of the Chu Family, they understood Chu Feng's past all too well.
But they also knew that the boy who had once suffered every manner of humiliation within the Chu Family had now become an object of admiration for every younger generation member in the clan — reaching a height they could only gaze up at, one he would continue to climb ever higher.
While the Inner Sect disciples continued buzzing with discussion about Chu Feng, he had already stepped into the so-called cultivation array.
"What a wondrous formation. This must be the work of that Spirit World Master, right?"
At this moment, Chu Feng was not in a simple room — he was in another world.
Beneath his feet lay a muddy swamp. Above his head, dark clouds crackled with lightning. Around him raged a storm of fierce winds and driving rain. In his ears boomed the relentless thunder.
Though he possessed Mental Power and knew that all of this was nothing more than an illusion, at the very least to the naked eye, everything looked absolutely real.
More importantly, being here genuinely made Chu Feng feel immense pressure. Even standing perfectly still without doing anything, the pressure intensified by the moment. Someone weaker wouldn't be able to stay here for even a breath, let alone practice any martial art.
However, this kind of environment was exactly what Chu Feng needed. He loved this pressure-filled atmosphere, because only through it could he grow stronger — it made his training all the more effective.
Chu Feng slowly closed his eyes and began sorting through the information in his mind — the knowledge regarding the Void Flight Technique.
"Seventh-rank movement martial art, Void Flight Technique. Divided into four major stages. At the Initial stage, wind stirs beneath one's feet and steps become swift as flight. At the Intermediate stage, lightning sparks beneath one's feet and speed rivals rolling thunder. At the Advanced stage, light blazes beneath one's feet and one arrives in the blink of an eye. At the Perfection stage, nothing manifests beneath one's feet, yet one can tread upon the void, traverse the sky, and roam freely through the heavens."
Though the description was simple, the mere label of "seventh-rank" told Chu Feng just how difficult this movement art would be to master. After all, in the current Azure Dragon Sect, the best martial arts available were only fifth-rank. But the more challenging a technique was, the more Chu Feng wanted to learn it.
"Elder Wang, you won't blame this old man for striking you just now, will you?" Inside the Martial Arts Library, Elder Ouyang was speaking with Elder Wang.