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A message spread among the Elite Disciples that the newly promoted Elite Disciple, Ren Pingsheng, had a close relationship with Cheng Batian. Who is Cheng Batian? He is the third-ranked individual among the Elite Disciples. If their relationship were poor, how could he willingly help guard the door and send away those Elite Disciples who sought the Profound-Level Martial Arts?
After several Elite Disciples learned their lesson, no one dared to approach again. The area in front of Ren Pingsheng's door became quiet. Yang Wudi, ranked second among the Elite Disciples, would no longer come; aside from the first-ranked individual, no one could gain any advantage. With Cheng Batian's imposing presence, naturally, no one dared to have any thoughts.
"Very well, today is the last day. There shouldn't be any blind fools coming over! After today, the Profound-Level Martial Arts will be mine," Cheng Batian thought excitedly as he leisurely sat on a stone at the entrance.
Unfortunately for him, fate had other plans. A figure slowly approached from around the corner. It wasn't until he got closer that Cheng Batian noticed.
"I'm right here; do you still dare..." he shouted angrily. However, when he looked up and saw who it was, his expression changed dramatically, and he immediately fell silent.
"What's wrong? Surprised to see me? You still haven't changed your bad habit of calling me 'old man,'" said the newcomer with a light laugh. He was a slender man with a refined appearance and an elegant demeanor.
"Feng... Brother Feng, what brings you here?" Cheng Batian stuttered slightly but maintained a respectful expression.
"Hehe, I heard that a very powerful Elite Disciple has recently emerged, so I came to take a look."
"Could it be that Brother Feng is also here for the Profound-Level Martial Arts?"
"Profound-Level Martial Arts? I've heard about it. I didn't expect this Inner Sect Disciple to be so lucky as to obtain it. However, I don't need the Profound-Level Martial Arts for now."
"Then let me call him out for you." Upon hearing this, Cheng Batian relaxed his expression and immediately began knocking on the door.
"What's going on? Is someone else trying to scheme for the Profound-Level Martial Arts? Is there anyone you can't handle?" Ren Pingsheng slowly opened the door. However, upon seeing who was outside, he was momentarily stunned. "It's you..."
"Hehe, hearing your name made me suspicious; I didn't expect it to really be you. Tsk tsk... your advancement speed is truly beyond my expectations." The man was none other than the one who had saved Huang Feng during Ren Pingsheng's Deathmatch with Huang Feng.
"What do you want? We don't seem familiar!"
"Kid, this is Feng Yi—Brother Feng—so speak politely." Cheng Batian interjected discontentedly from the side and then whispered softly, "Brother Feng is the top Elite Disciple."
"Oh, I really didn't expect you to be the number one Elite Disciple," Ren Pingsheng said, looking at the standard handsome man in front of him with some surprise in his tone.
"It's just a false reputation. I've only been cultivating for a bit longer; they may not necessarily be worse than me in the future," Feng Yi replied with a gentle smile, giving a very pleasant impression. Even Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but admire this person's charm.
"Enough about that. What brings you here? Is it also for Profound-Level Martial Arts?"
"I'm just here to see you. I heard that Yang Wudi was defeated by you not long ago?"
"Uh... something like that. Are you here to take revenge for him?" Ren Pingsheng asked casually.
"Heh, winning or losing is common; there's nothing worth dwelling on. I'm here to see how strong you are so we can discuss matters further," Feng Yi said, his smile fading as he spoke seriously.
"See how strong I am? Just in time; I want to see your strength too. Follow me!" Ren Pingsheng said with interest, and his figure vanished, already a hundred feet away. In the past few days, he had become quite familiar with the use of Wind Realm, and his Movement Technique had reached a new level, allowing him to cover a distance of a hundred feet in a single step.
"Good Movement Technique!" Feng Yi praised, and his figure also disappeared.
"There aren't many opportunities to witness such experts duel; I can't miss this," Cheng Batian hesitated for a moment before chasing after them. For them, watching experts fight was also a rare form of cultivation and could lead to many insights.
The three of them soon vanished from sight, leaving the area completely quiet.
At the Azure Wind Sword Sect Back Mountain, the three appeared in an open space surrounded by tall trees.
"Draw your sword. Although I don't know your reasons, I'm still willing to spar with a Perfected Qi Refinement martial artist," Ren Pingsheng said calmly after taking a deep breath.
"Alright, be careful," Feng Yi replied without further ado, flicking his wrist as his Longsword shot towards Ren Pingsheng like a beam of light. Ren Pingsheng, with his own Longsword radiating a pervasive Sword Light, lightly tapped it, striking Feng Yi's sword. Immediately, it trembled and sent out a streak of Sword Light slicing through the air.
Feng Yi remained unfazed, stepping lightly to evade the Sword Light. With a swing of his sword, a fierce white Sword Light, filled with intense killing intent, rushed towards him.
"Good." Originally in mid-attack and preparing to continue his assault, Ren Pingsheng sighed lightly. He transformed his diagonal strike into a backhand slash; the pale golden Sword Light instantly blocked Feng Yi's attack.
Then, amidst the swirling dust, he shifted his position and appeared beside Feng Yi. The Sword Light shot out like a rainbow with a light thrust.
Ding ding ding...
In the midst of the smoke and dust, swords clashed continuously, occasionally sparking. This made the surrounding smoke and dust tremble even more.
Cheng Batian widened his eyes, watching the two figures shifting in the haze, attacking with one sword faster than the other, each strike more cunning than the last. Although it was quite blurry, it left him in shock.
At such a speed of attack, he couldn't hold on for long. However, these two had already been fighting in the smoke for nearly a quarter of an hour. Now he was dizzy and could no longer distinguish who was who.
"Clang!" After a violent sound, the two quickly separated, standing ten zhang apart, silently observing each other. The swirling smoke and dust gradually calmed down.
"Your strength is impressive; even if Yang Wudi went all out, he wouldn't be your match," Feng Yi said, brushing aside a few broken strands of hair at his temples, his expression a mix of admiration and relief.
"Your strength is not bad either; no wonder you are the top disciple among the elites," Ren Pingsheng replied without changing his expression.
The two had just exchanged hundreds of blows, completely testing their speed and reflexes. This was the first time Ren Pingsheng fought so vigorously; usually, his opponents were either too weak to last more than a few strikes or too strong that he could only flee. This time, they fought evenly matched.
"Next will be our full-force strike; be careful," Feng Yi said solemnly, his aura rising to its peak as the sword in his hand glowed with a pale white light that swirled and gathered. The branches of the surrounding trees gently trembled, and leaves fell in a flurry, spiraling and shattering.
"Flowing Cloud Thousand Kills..." he shouted lightly, and the Sword Light surged like clouds across the sky, densely rushing toward Ren Pingsheng. In an instant, it engulfed him, with many trees caught in the aftermath being pierced like sieves.
"To think it's a perfected high-level martial technique; that's truly astonishing," Ren Pingsheng gazed in awe. It was the first time he had seen someone reach such a perfected level in swordsmanship like himself.
"Woo... woo..." A whistling sound emerged from the dense white Sword Light. It started faint but gradually grew stronger, as if something unknown was roaring.
The surrounding Sword Light, smoke, and even swirling leaves all paused; the air seemed to solidify. Then everything suddenly went out of control, rushing toward the center of the dense Sword Light as if something was attracting or pulling them.
"Hmm..." Feng Yi's expression changed; nothing escaped his notice. He distinctly felt that the countless Sword Lights he had unleashed were gradually decreasing. Some inexplicably vanished after a few moments; others disappeared before he even sensed them.
A faint azure light pierced through the encirclement of Sword Light like an eagle breaking free from captivity, sweeping in all directions. Whether it was Sword Light, smoke, or falling leaves, they were all drawn into the whirlwind, continuously weakening until they vanished completely.
The sweeping Wind Dragon seemed almost sentient as it gently circled around Ren Pingsheng, howling like a child seeking affection.
"Could it be... Artistic Conception?" Seeing this scene, Feng Yi's eyes narrowed, and a flash of heat passed through him. When he had just become an Elite Disciple, he had the fortune to secretly witness Artistic Conception once. It was so similar to this scene.
"But... how is this possible? Isn't it only strong warriors who can comprehend Artistic Conception?" This was something he had specifically inquired about later. But now his heart was a bit chaotic; what kind of genius is this!
With a cultivation level of the Tenth Layer of Qi Refinement, yet able to compete with and even defeat warriors at the peak of Qi Refinement, and even comprehending something that seemed like Artistic Conception. With such Monsters talent, when he reaches the peak of Qi Refinement, who would be his opponent? Wouldn't he be invincible in the Qi Refinement realm?
"Your strength exceeds my expectations; even compared to my current self, you surpass me. I can confidently hand over the title of First Elite Disciple to you." Feng Yi retracted his gaze after seeing the dissipated azure wind dragon and said lightly, his tone carrying an undeniable meaning.
"First Elite Disciple, I don't want this; it's just a hassle." Ren Pingsheng frowned and immediately refused.
"Hehe, you can't refuse this; tomorrow all the Elite Disciples will know about it." He said with a somewhat cunning smile.
"Why give it to me? Isn't it better for you?"
"Very simple, my cultivation has reached the brink of a breakthrough. As long as I find someone capable of being the First Elite Disciple, I can break through and leave." Feng Yi explained.
"Breakthrough, leave? Where to?" Ren Pingsheng's eyes flashed with interest as he asked. The Canglan Sword Sect did not have disciples who were strong warriors, which was also his point of confusion; it seemed there was another destination after the breakthrough.
"Hehe, you'll know that later. From now on, you are the First Elite Disciple of the Canglan Sword Sect. If the First Elite Disciples of the other two sects provoke us, we cannot lose face for our sect. Every generation's First Elite Disciple must find a capable successor before leaving. This is to ensure that our sect's reputation does not weaken."
"But with you here, I believe that even if the other two sects' First Elite Disciples take action, they will only be seeking their own suffering. Alright, let's head back; perhaps in ten days or half a month, I will have to leave. I really feel a bit reluctant!"
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