Chapter 623: Chapter 633: Nothing Special
"Fantastic!"
Dongxue was also stealthily paying attention to Chu Feng’s arena. No one dared to challenge her young mistress on the number one arena, so Dongxue had quite a leisurely time.
"Dongxue, who are you praising to be fantastic?"
"The one that can earn praise from our proud Dongxue must be a supreme genius. Just not sure if it’s a male or female!"
"I bet it’s definitely a male disciple."
Si Huang has four Sword Slaves: Dongxue, Qiu Ju, Xia Lu, Chun Hua.
All four of them were beautiful and strong, and particularly proud. They had nothing to do and teased each other jokingly.
"You girls shouldn’t go matchmaking at random. My relationship with Chu Feng is just that of ordinary friends; there’s absolutely no romantic love," Dongxue hurriedly explained, her pretty face blushing slightly.
"Hehe, look at you blushing. You say there’s no love, yet you know that male disciple’s name so well."
"Sisters, we must watch over Dongxue carefully, to see what kind of remarkable person this male disciple called Chu Feng really is. You know, Young Master Lu has been pursuing our Dongxue, and she never agreed to him."
It was evident that the bond between these four was particularly strong, like sisters to one another.
Given Dongxue’s appearance and strength, it was no surprise that many outstanding Inner Sect male disciples pursued her.
Even Han Sheng’s few lackeys had the intention to pursue Dongxue.
However, Dongxue was very aloof, utterly unmoved by these suitors, treating their pursuits with disdain.
"Don’t talk nonsense. There really isn’t anything between me and Chu Feng. If Young Master Lu hears of this, he will definitely cause trouble for Chu Feng." Dongxue truly regarded Chu Feng as a friend and was very concerned about him.
"Dongxue, are you worrying about him? Don’t deny it. Sometimes, if you miss out on love, it may become a lifetime’s regret. How about we go and speak on your behalf? At least let that Chu Feng know you care for him!"
"Who said you could make such jokes!"
In her embarrassment and annoyance, Dongxue moved to act.
"Hehe... don’t tickle me!"
The girl named Xia Lu giggled continuously, begging for mercy as she dodged.
Si Huang, who was engaged in cultivation, opened her cold and noble phoenix eyes upon hearing the playful laughter of her four Sword Slaves. Her gaze carried an indifference that overlooked all beings from above, noble and emotionless like an Immortal.
Untainted by the mortal world, uninterested in worldly desires.
"Behave yourselves. Today is the day of contention for the Earth and Heavenly Lists. The Sect Master, the Supreme Elder, and other Sect elders are present. Brawling and joking around, what kind of manner is this?" Si Huang’s voice was very pleasant to the ears.
Unfortunately, it carried an unsurpassed authority that left no room for any wild thoughts.
Hearing the reprimand from their mistress, Dongxue and the others stuck out their tongues playfully, pulling a face, no longer daring to fool around.
"Dongxue, if you truly find a husband, make sure to let me have a look first. With your talent and appearance, you should at least find someone of a matching status; anyone significantly worse will not do. Wealth, companionship, and law rank first, a Taoist couple comes second; someone too weak will affect your future accomplishments."
In Si Huang’s eyes, it seemed cultivation was all that mattered.
Everything served the purpose of cultivation, even when finding a Taoist couple.
"This servant remembers!" Dongxue nodded in agreement.
"That disciple named Chu Feng, ever since you interacted with him that one time, you have kept praising him. In my opinion, he might not truly be that remarkable. Han Sheng also said he is nothing but a name. Even owning the Nine Yang Sword Veins does not necessarily mean he will have great accomplishments," Si Huang obviously did not think highly of Chu Feng.
And with Han Sheng disparaging Chu Feng on the side, she was even less optimistic about him.
"Miss, Chu Feng and I are just friends, there’s no romance between us. Young Master Han Sheng holds a grudge because Chu Feng made him lose face, which is why he is biased," Dongxue could not help but defend Chu Feng.
"Is it the youth on the thirty-first arena on the Earth Rankings?"
Si Huang’s proud gaze fell on Chu Feng.
"Hmm, that’s Chu Feng!"
Dongxue was very respectful in front of her young miss.
At this moment, another person took the stage to challenge Chu Feng. After all, this was a battle for the Earth Rankings, and everyone wanted to make the list. Chu Feng, with only the cultivation level of an Early Stage Sword Saint, was seen as the lowest of the low.
Many regarded him as an easy target.
For Chu Feng, he could only hope for more challenges. With each additional victory, his earned merit could double.
Merit was a highly desired asset, with enough of it one could enjoy all kinds of resources within the sect.
Si Huang watched Chu Feng’s battles intently.
After watching Chu Feng fight and win four matches in a row, her expression remained unchanged, still that of lofty indifference.
"He has only grasped the third level of the Heaven and Earth Sword Skill, his cultivation is at the moment just at the early stage of Sword Saint, and the Mixed Element Unlimited Skill he cultivates has not even reached a tenth of its essence... In my opinion, he’s so-so, barely qualifies as a genius. But to say he stands out, that seems somewhat forced."
Si Huang believed she had made a fair and objective assessment.
She also withdrew her proud gaze.
The only reason she had observed for so long was because of Dongxue. Otherwise, with her mighty strength and prestigious status, she wouldn’t pay attention to the competition for the Earth Rankings.
Even the battle for the Heavenly List rarely interested her.
She soon closed her eyes again to resume her cultivation.
Time ticked away bit by bit, and the battles on the platform grew more intense. Continuously, participants were being eliminated.
As defenders of the platforms changed, the rankings gradually became clear; those who managed to hold their platforms were invariably the proven strong.
Chu Feng had fought eleven battles in a row, defeating one opponent after another.
Now, no one dared to challenge him anymore.
Because so far in the Earth Rankings competition, the number of platforms that had not changed hands could be counted on one hand.
Chu Feng remained unyielding. Winning one or two matches could be put down to luck.
But winning eleven consecutive matches indicated undeniable strength, not merely good fortune.
The geniuses present were no fools; naturally, none were keen to tackle this tough challenge.
After all, the rules made it clear—failing to win the challenge meant outright elimination from the rankings. It was essential to match one’s strength against others wisely.
Most of those who should be eliminated had been, when Yan Qing suddenly leaped from the thirtieth platform and, with a combative spirit, said, "Chu Feng, if you’ve got the guts, let’s have a match!"
Finishing his challenge, Yan Qing dashed straight towards the first platform.
At that moment, the defender of the first platform was a middle-aged man around forty. He had the cultivation of a Three-star Sword God, and his strength was extremely formidable.
"The first platform belongs only to me, Yan Qing. Get lost!"
Yan Qing’s red hair billowed like a wild lion.
"Humph, we have to fight to find out," the middle-aged man on the first platform naturally refused to yield easily. Yan Qing leapt fiercely onto the platform, and the sword in his hand burst forth with Red Sword Light, like a proud sun.
He ferociously slashed towards the middle-aged man.
Boom!
The middle-aged man even unleashed his Sword Soul, but still couldn’t block Yan Qing’s onslaught and was directly knocked off the platform.