For Ling Feng, defeating someone like Jia Sheng was just a trivial task.
But even such a trivial task could earn him a reward of 100,000 taels of silver.
All he could say was...
The system's rewards were becoming more and more unreasonable.
Shaking his head, Ling Feng returned to the tree and continued chatting with Zhang Ruocheng and Gu Linglong, while the sect competition continued.
From morning until dusk.
The first day passed just like that.
In the evening, Ling Feng returned to Misty Peak.
Accompanying him were Gu Linglong and Zhang Ruocheng.
They had come to mooch a meal.
After hearing Gu Linglong praise Ling Feng's cooking skills, Zhang Ruocheng became interested as well.
Ling Feng didn't mind at all.
He bought a bunch of ingredients, returned to Misty Peak, and began cooking.
Looking at the plates of dishes being served from the kitchen, Zhang Ruocheng couldn't help but swallow, "Junior brother's cooking is indeed excellent."
After eating and drinking their fill.
Liu Rusi was picking her teeth on the side.
Gu Linglong massaged her shoulders, trying to get closer to her.
Zhang Ruocheng was washing dishes in the kitchen.
This pleased Ling Feng.
"Finally, someone who knows how to wash dishes."
The moon hung high in the sky.
Gu Linglong and Zhang Ruocheng both left one after another.
Liu Rusi asked Ling Feng about his performance today, and he told her everything in detail.
"Yes, with your Martial Master level and Martial Saint Body, unless you run into those core disciples close to Martial Spirit level, almost no one will be your match," Liu Rusi said with a yawn.
"As long as I keep winning, I will eventually face them. Master, how do you think my chances are against them?"
"One percent."
"That low?" Ling Feng was stunned.
He had thought it would be at least a fifty-fifty chance.
"Oh, I meant they only have a one percent chance of winning."
Liu Rusi said lightly.
Ling Feng smiled, "I didn't expect Master to have so much faith in me! I guess I'll have to work harder and secure the top spot then."
...
The sect competition continued.
Seven days passed in a flash.
Ling Feng had been on the stage several times, winning every match.
What surprised people the most was that from the beginning of the competition until now, Ling Feng had never used any true energy, relying solely on his physical strength to win.
The strength of nine bulls and two tigers, multiplied...
Terrifying!
"Next match!"
"Ling Feng vs. Wang Xu!"
It was Ling Feng's turn to enter the stage again.
The crowd below cheered enthusiastically.
"Ling Feng, Ling Feng!"
"Ling Feng, senior sister loves you! Go for it!"
"Ling Feng, soar freely, senior sister's behind you pushing!"
Seeing the excited female disciples around them, Zhang Ruocheng's mouth twitched, "Wow, Junior Brother Ling's popularity is really high!"
"Of course, I heard many people have already formed a fan club for Junior Brother Ling, and they gather daily to discuss him."
Gu Linglong laughed from the side.
"You aren't part of the fan club, are you?"
"Not to brag, but I'm actually the president of the fan club!"
Gu Linglong raised her chin proudly.
After saying that, she joined the other female disciples in cheering loudly.
"Go, Junior Brother! You're awesome, Junior Brother!"
"Ling Feng, Ling Feng, reaching the peak!"
On the stage.
Ling Feng's opponent, Wang Xu, looked at the disciples cheering below, his face turning grim. He roared, "Shut up!"
His voice, infused with rolling true energy, was incredibly domineering.
His cultivation had clearly reached the Martial Master level.
And among Martial Masters, he was certainly not weak.
The crowd was momentarily stunned by his aura and quieted down.
Wang Xu snorted proudly, feeling satisfied.
But then, a louder voice erupted.
"What's the big deal shouting like that? We're cheering for Ling Feng; it's none of your business!"
"Martial Master, so what? I'm a Martial Master too. Come down here if you're so tough!"
"Go, Ling Feng!"
"I remember now, this Wang Xu is the second disciple of the Grand Elder, right? No wonder he can't stand us cheering for Ling Feng."
"Hmph, he's jealous because no one's cheering for him."
On the stage, Wang Xu's face darkened further.
He stopped paying attention to the crowd and instead coldly focused on Ling Feng, who was walking onto the stage. "Once I stomp you into the ground, let's see how arrogant they still are."
With that, he took a step forward, his true energy exploding.
With one palm strike, his energy surged like waves.
It was one of the martial arts of the Baiyun Sect, the Overlapping Waves Palm!
Ling Feng threw a punch, still not using any true energy. His immense physical strength exploded as he met Wang Xu's palm. Both were forced back.
"Hmph, again!"
Wang Xu attacked once more, his body flickering as he used a movement technique, his figure becoming as invisible as a ghost.
Wang Xu's figure moved again with an almost ghostly unpredictability.
Swoosh!
In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Ling Feng.
Ling Feng sensed the anomaly, and his true energy exploded from within.
Boom!
Golden light radiated from his true energy, enveloping his entire body. Wang Xu's palm strike landed on the energy shield, as if hitting a block of iron, sending a numbing shock through his arm.
"Martial Master level?!"
"You... you've also reached Martial Master!!"
Wang Xu's pupils shrank in disbelief.
To reach Martial Master level from being a regular person in just over a month since entering the sect...
Are you riding a rocket to cultivate?!
This is way too outrageous!!
Even Baiyun Sect's master and the elders were shocked.
"No way, he's really at the Martial Master level? How long has it been since he entered the sect? This kid Ling Feng, isn't he a bit too monstrous?!"
"Even with a Martial Saint Body, this is way over the top!"
"What a freak!"
"To block a Martial Master's attack with just protective true energy, the Martial Saint Body is truly extraordinary—it's not something a normal cultivator can compare to."
After repelling Wang Xu with his protective true energy, Ling Feng turned and struck with his palm.
His true energy surged like a flood.
Boom!
Wang Xu was hit hard, flying out of the ring and landing outside the platform.
Ling Feng, victorious!
The crowd was first shocked by Ling Feng's cultivation level, but they soon couldn't help but cheer.
"Well done, Junior Brother Ling Feng!"
"Haha, reaching Martial Master level in just a month after joining—can anyone say 'who's next'? Who else?!"
"Whoa, Junior Brother Ling Feng is unbeatable!"
On the high platform, the Baiyun Sect master chuckled happily, "With a disciple like Ling Feng, how can Baiyun Sect not thrive?!"
However, in stark contrast to the Sect Master and the other elders was the Grand Elder, whose expression turned gloomy as he stared at Ling Feng with a trace of malice in his eyes.
Two of his disciples had already been defeated by Ling Feng.
Including the mess in the dining hall...
At this point, he could only feel resentment toward this Martial Saint Body.
"I cannot let him become the champion of this sect competition. If his prestige rises, it will be even harder to deal with him."
"In the next round, he must lose!"
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for another victory in the sect competition. Your reputation has soared, and you have been rewarded with one million taels of silver!!]
The system's voice rang out again.
Ling Feng felt a bit helpless.
"System, every time I win, you give me more silver. From 100,000 to a million taels now. Are you planning to make me the richest person in the Great Zhou?"
[The richest in Great Zhou? That's nothing! Host, you are destined to become the super invincible God King in the future. You will be the richest across all realms!!]
"Alright, alright, whatever you say."
Ling Feng stopped protesting.
Although he had so much money that he had nowhere to spend it, he figured it would come in handy someday.
He would just silently endure this happy dilemma.
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