Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
Before anyone knew it, the time had arrived for the eleventh floor of the Wolong Dungeon to open.
Many elders and disciples had gathered at the entrance of the Wolong Dungeon long beforehand.
Though the crowd now was not as large as the one assembled before Chu Feng had entered, it was still packed with onlookers — an enormous number of people who had come to watch the spectacle.
They studied the gate of the eleventh dungeon while buzzing with discussion.
It was worth noting, however, that among those present were some figures quite familiar to Chu Feng.
One was Zuoqiu Yanliang, ranked third among the Wolong disciples.
And Song Qian, who also held a position among the Wolong disciples.
Besides them, many of the disciples who had been trapped inside the Fierce Beast Prison Realm that day were also there.
Yet Li Muzhi and his companions were nowhere to be seen.
To understand why, one had to go back to the second day after Chu Feng entered the Wolong Dungeon.
That day, the disciples trapped in the Fierce Beast Prison Realm had finally been freed.
But after their escape, they did not tell the truth.
To save their own lives, those disciples followed the script Zuoqiu Yanliang had taught them.
They blamed Chu Feng for triggering the Slaughter Cleansing within the Fierce Beast Prison Realm.
Chu Feng had clearly saved them, yet in the end, he became the one they painted as the mastermind — the criminal who had nearly killed them all.
Of course, Li Muzhi and the others argued passionately in Chu Feng's defense.
But a few voices could not stand against so many.
Especially when Zuoqiu Yanliang, Song Qian, and the Duanmu brothers — all disciples of elevated standing — had aligned their stories.
It did not seem difficult to decide whom to believe and whom not to.
Even Li Muzhi and the others who spoke up for Chu Feng had nearly been dragged down with him.
If not for Li Muzhi's grandfather, Li Fengxian, who pleaded with the Sect Master on their behalf, Li Muzhi and his companions would have faced severe punishment as well.
But even though they escaped the worst of it, each of them was still confined to isolation.
In an instant, Chu Feng — whose reputation had been rising rapidly — became the enemy of everyone within the Wolong Martial Sect.
Even those who recognized Chu Feng as a rare talent did not dare say so openly.
Not for any other reason, but because it was now widespread talk within the Wolong Martial Sect that those who disliked Chu Feng were no longer limited to certain elders and disciples.
The Sect Master himself, the master of the Wolong Martial Sect, was among them.
Indeed, Chu Feng's talent had already been on full display.
Under such circumstances, rather than protecting Chu Feng, the Sect Master had chosen to punish him harshly.
The Sect Master's aversion to Chu Feng seemed all too apparent.
Creak— Finally, the massive black gate of the eleventh floor swung open.
After the black gate opened, the barrier gate materialized before them.
The barrier gate appeared normal, but for a long while, Chu Feng's figure did not emerge.
Could Chu Feng have died in there?
Seeing that Chu Feng had not appeared, those hostile to him — Zuoqiu Yanliang, Nangong Yuliu, and the like — all wore expressions of schadenfreude.
They would have been delighted if Chu Feng had died.
But those like the head of Northern Xuan Academy wore faces full of worry.
Not only did they feel regret for Chu Feng, but even more so, shame.
A talent like Chu Feng's, and he had chosen Northern Xuan Academy.
That was a privilege for Northern Xuan Academy.
The head of Northern Xuan Academy and the elders had all pledged to protect Chu Feng.
Yet every time Chu Feng had truly been in danger, they could only stand by and watch.
Their failure to keep their word left them feeling they had let Chu Feng down.
"Well, quite the crowd you've all got here."
Just when everyone assumed Chu Feng was dead, Chu Feng's voice rang out from within the barrier gate.
Right after, Chu Feng's figure stepped through the barrier gate.
Chu Feng was actually still alive?!
Upon seeing Chu Feng appear, Zuoqiu Yanliang, Nangong Yuliu, and their lot wore expressions of disappointment.
But the head of Northern Xuan Academy and his people were overcome with elation.
Yet at the same time, there was unmistakable pain in their eyes.
Chu Feng was indeed still alive, but at this moment his face was deathly pale, his lips had turned blue, and even his eyes lacked their usual sharpness, appearing hollow and empty.
Though Chu Feng had survived, everyone could tell that these three days trapped on the eleventh floor of the Wolong Dungeon had been terrible for him.
It must have been an unbearable ordeal.
"Chu Feng, you sure are hard to kill," Zuoqiu Yanliang said.
"You made it out?"
"But coming out this late means you must have failed to break through the illusions within the Wolong Illusionary Palace." Chu Feng shot back with a mocking look at Zuoqiu Yanliang.
But Zuoqiu Yanliang merely gave a contemptuous smirk at Chu Feng's taunt.
"Chu Feng, even now you continue to spout nothing but lies. What Wolong Illusionary Palace? That was nothing more than a figment of your own imagination," Zuoqiu Yanliang said.
"Chu Feng, do you admit your guilt?"
A burly old man with a fierce countenance addressed Chu Feng.
He was yet another of the Wolong Martial Sect's Wolong Elders.