King of Nine Heavens

Huzi scratched his head, and said with an ashamed face: "My opponent is a strong Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator, it is said that he is a Heaven's Pride of Gu Clan. Not only does he possess a powerful bloodline, he also possesses a Divine Body.    

    

Divine Bodies were rare in a thousand years! How could so many appear in this era? In less than three days, they heard that the three of them had Divine Bodies, so how could commoners fight against people with Divine Bodies?    

    

However, Gao Feng was only envious of Gao Feng for a single breath of time. His heart was quickly replaced by a strong fighting spirit. The stronger his opponent was, the more he had the confidence to be able to crush his opponent. He didn't know where this mindset came from. In any case, he had already sensed it and wanted to fight to the bitter end.    

    

Huzi saw Gao Feng clenched his fist and quickly advised: "Brother Feng, you are not his match."    

    

Thinking about his own cultivation, Gao Feng loosened his fist, and looked at Huzi. Seeing that he was not even the slightest bit injured, he was slightly startled.    

    

Gao Feng rolled his eyes and said in disbelief: "Even if he is an exceptional genius of Gu Clan, he shouldn't have defeated you so quickly. In my opinion, you definitely aren't going all out."    

    

Huzi raised his head and faced Gao Feng's sharp gaze. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "Brother Feng, how did you see that I didn't use my full strength?"    

    

It was too funny. He actually admitted defeat so easily, causing Gao Feng to be at a loss of whether to laugh or to cry. He pointed at Huzi's forehead and said: "There were only a few words written here: 'Not at all'."    

    

"Is there?" Huzi wiped his forehead with his hand and saw there was nothing in his hand. He said in confusion, "There's no word."    

    

Isn't this too naive? I really don't know how he managed to raise his cultivation. Gao Feng was defeated by Huzi and said with a wry smile, "Just now when you were competing with Lee Haotian, you were so tired that you were covered in sweat. This time, you didn't even sweat at all, so I guess you didn't use your full strength."    

    

Huzi nodded as if he was enlightened, and then said, "I have already reached my goal of entering the top eight. More importantly, I don't trust you, so I only gave up after a few moves with him."    

    

Gao Feng was speechless, but he was very happy inside. The two of them hadn't known each other for even four hours, yet he had actually given up the match just for his sake. This friendship was extremely precious.    

    

"What about them?" Huzi looked at the place where Li Haoran and the rest were kneeling and found that it was empty.    

    

Gao Feng looked at the distant figure and said, "He sneaked away while we were talking."    

    

"Then I'll chase them back and avenge Brother Feng." Huzi said impulsively.    

    

Gao Feng laughed and said, "What revenge? It's not like they didn't hurt me, but I did."    

    

Huzi looked at the puddle of blood on the ground and thought of Lee Miaotiao whose arm had been broken. He was slightly startled, then gave Gao Feng a thumbs up and said: "That person seems to be the Fifth Grade Martial Cultivator. Brother Feng, you actually injured him, you are too powerful."    

    

"It's not that I'm too powerful, it's that he's too weak." Gao Feng did not want to be entangled with him on this issue, so he changed the topic, "Let's go watch the competition."    

    

"Little brother, wait."    

    

Just as the two of them were about to leave, an aged voice sounded.    

    

As Lee Miaotiao and the others left, the crowd had all walked towards the drill ground. There weren't many people left, and Gao Feng could feel that the voice was talking to him. He stopped and turned around, asking, "Senior, are you calling me?"    

    

"Little brother, I'm calling you." An old man said with a smile.    

    

Gao Feng's cultivation was too low, so he couldn't see the old man's cultivation level. He thought that the old man was here to cause trouble for him. He was slightly shocked and vigilantly asked: "Senior called me for something?"    

    

The old man smiled even wider and said, "Little brother, don't be afraid, I am not here to cause trouble. Let me first introduce myself. I'm the Law Enforcing Elder of the Green Mountain Sect, Gu Xin. "Little brother, are you interested in coming to my Green Mountain Sect? With your ability, I can give you an inner disciple spot …"    

    

Gu Xin initially wanted to give Gao Feng a spot as a Core Disciple, but his cultivation was too low and he was afraid of the other elders objecting. Thus, he didn't dare to speak his mind off.    

    

"Little brother, come to our Wu Sheng School. I can guarantee that I'll give you a spot as a core disciple. How about it?" A white-bearded old man said.    

    

Little brother, let me tell you, come to our Lovers Sect, "a middle-aged man patted his chest and said," Not only can I guarantee you a spot for a Core Disciple, I can also persuade the Sect Leader to let him dual cultivate with you.    

    

Gu Xin's face darkened as he said, "Old Yang San, stop fooling around here. Who doesn't know that your elder brother's daughter is only eight years old? It'll be at least eight years before she can dual cultivate with a man."    

    

Third Brother Yang's face sank as well. He pointed at Gu Xin and sternly said, "Old Man Gu, can you not be so dirty with your thoughts? The dual cultivation of our Lovers Sect isn't the kind of dual cultivation like you guys think it is."    

    

"Do you think that I, a three year old child, don't know about the romantic affairs of your Lovers Sect? Back then when you and your Junior Sister dual cultivated, didn't repair it over to the bed instead? " Gu Xin said, unconvinced.    

    

"It's very natural for men to love each other. When your father and mother were not cultivating in bed, where did you come from? Old Man Gu, don't tell me you don't even know this? To think that you lived for hundreds of years, did you become more and more confused the more you lived? " Third Elder Yang retorted, not wanting to be outdone, as the smell of gunpowder around him became stronger and stronger.    

    

"You …" Gu Xin was so angry that his face turned ashen as he slowly clenched his fists. The might of someone at the peak of the Martial Ancestor realm was released.    

    

"You what? If you're not convinced, then fight!"    

    

As he spoke, the veins on Old Yang's fist bulged, and he also released the pressure of someone at the peak of the Martial Ancestor.    

    

"Can you guys not make a disgrace of yourselves? Could it be that you didn't realize that he's a core disciple of our Xiaoxiang Palace?"    

    

Just as the two of them were exchanging blows, a voice filled with vigor rang out. Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice, including Gu Xin, Old Yang, Gao Feng, and Huzi. However, their expressions were different.    

    

The person who spoke was Lin Wannian.    

    

When the elders saw that it was Lin Wannian, they respectfully greeted him and then looked towards Gao Feng. Gao Feng was wearing coarse hemp clothes, which were not the attire of the Xiaoxiang Palace core disciples at all. Not to mention the core disciples of Xiaoxiang Palace, even the average outer sect disciples would not wear such shabby clothes.    

    

The disciples of normal sects were divided into three ranks due to their different talents. The highest ranking disciples were called the core disciples, followed by the inner disciples. The lowest rank disciples were called the outer disciples.    

    

Even if they were of different levels, the treatment they would receive would also be different. However, the disciples of each rank were not always the same. Normally, the sect would have a competition every three years. The last two core disciples would be demoted to inner disciples while the two most outstanding inner disciples would be promoted to core disciples.