Chen Nian returned to his body, now lying in a chamber. He had no idea who had moved him there, but what was certain was that after regaining consciousness, he found himself in a different place.The young man rose with the support of his hands, his body stiff after lifting a heavy burden for an entire week without rest, without food or drink.Leng Xue opened the door to the room Chen Nian occupied."Oh, you’re awake. Master asked me to fetch you! Go bathe and change your clothes!""Alright!…" the young man took off his shirt, but then noticed Leng Xue still standing there. Frowning, he asked,"Do you want to watch me bathe? Or are you planning to join me?""No!" the woman, slightly older than him, rushed out with her face flushed, her mind filled with strange imaginings."Why is your face red after leaving the Fourth Disciple’s room?" asked the eldest disciple, a towering man over two meters tall with a large belly. He was Chu Wen, Master Shi’s first disciple."It’s nothing, Brother

"What does Master mean, that I would have lost and died from a punch by that boy who doesn’t even have inner energy? Can anyone explain this to me?" Feng Wuji looked around at everyone present. But he found no answer at all, for everyone was just as confused as he was."Ah, forget it. You can’t explain it either! Let’s go home and ask Master directly!"Everyone dispersed, each with questions in their hearts about what had just happened before their eyes and ears.Meanwhile, Chen Nian and Chu Wen had climbed to the hundredth step."Fourth Brother, I never expected your body to be so strong!""Not as strong as your belly that can bounce people away!" Chen Nian replied with a smile, though Chu Wen couldn’t see it clearly."You’re good at joking, I like that.""Master seems to have been waiting for us for a while. We should hurry, Brother Wen!" Chen Nian planted his steps firmly, then started running."Wait for me!" Chu Wen shouted. He had already fallen far behind Chen Nian, though just

"At that time, I held back my strength in my fist, Brother. I didn’t want to dirty my hands with his blood, but it turned out his body was strong enough to withstand half of my power.""Excuses. The opportunity is before you now. If you truly can kill him, prove it to me. Do not bring shame upon the family. In this sect competition, the Sacred Mountain of the God has registered three of their disciples out of the four they have. I am certain the one who humiliated you will participate as well," said Feng Diran.He was the eldest son of the Feng Clan, while Feng Wuji was the third. There was also Feng Suan, the second son, known for his genius, who had long been part of the sect’s inner division."How do you know this information, Brother? And until now, the Sacred Mountain of the God has never participated in the competition. Why now? Is there something different about this year?" Feng Wuji asked curiously."A maximum of one hundred disciples deemed worthy from each of the twelve moun

Song stepped back as he watched all his subordinates lose their hands. Though he was stronger than all of them, even he could not defeat so many at once this quickly. "This is bad," he muttered softly. Seeing Song’s intent to flee, Chen Nian immediately leapt forward and thrust his sword. Song managed to pull his own blade up, the clash ringing in their ears as he tried to block by raising it above his head. But he was still forced back, his feet sinking slightly into the ground. It wasn’t just the difference in cultivation realm, but also the overwhelming disparity in physical strength. Damn it, how is he this strong? Song thought, his face pale. No wonder their heads are worth two hundred gold coins. I chose the wrong opponent. Chen Nian swung his sword upward, knocking Song’s weapon from his grasp and sending it flying. Song’s face showed nothing but terror, but that could not change what was about to happen. Chen Nian delivered his final mercy. As his sharp blade descended fr

In the dimness of the night, the hooting of an owl echoed unpleasantly, carrying with it a suffocating sense of horror. Three figures lay on the dry grass.Chu Wen did not wish to relive the painful sensation of being drained by the leeches, though much blood still remained in his body.The campfire had already died out, leaving only embers from the roasted serpent they had eaten. Full bellies had lulled Lu Beng and Chu Wen into a deep sleep, as though resting on the softest of beds.But not Chen Nian. Though exhaustion tempted him to sleep, his heart was restless, plagued by unease he could not name. So he stayed vigilant.His eyes, which had been closed, snapped open the moment he heard faint but numerous footsteps padding across the ground.Whoosh! Something leapt swiftly at him.Shriiing! His sword was already in his hand, slashing in one motion. A centipede the size of a sandal writhed on the ground, its body split in two.Chen Nian rose to his feet, studying the creature under t