Does This Competition Still Make Sense

Those who looked at him with other eyes, Yi Feng didn't care.

As for the few sycophants, Yi Feng was familiar with them and greeted them warmly.

Brother Yi, please take care of us!

Several young men cupped their hands and said.

Their status was not low either, each of them holding the title of chief disciple.

Even so, they were not confident in the Grand Competition.

However, in their eyes, even if they couldn't see through Yi Feng's true strength, the fact that Wang Yiyun singled him out meant he must have some talent.

"Of course, I'll take care of you all."

Yi Feng smiled.

As soon as Yi Feng finished speaking, Jiang Zuo and Jiang You felt another wave of embarrassment.

Good heavens!

These people were all chief disciples, while Yi Feng couldn't even climb a mountain. Yet, he was talking about taking care of others?

Was he joking?

They could almost imagine the angry expressions on the faces of these chief disciples once they learned Yi Feng's real strength.

The two pulled at Yi Feng.

Yi Feng, who was in the middle of an enthusiastic conversation, didn't even bother to look at them.

Seeing their faces turn pale with anxiety, Jiang Zuo and Jiang You hesitated, not wanting to embarrass Yi Feng in front of others, so they bit the bullet and decided to leave him alone.

The two brothers returned to their room.

"I'm going into closed-door cultivation from now until the end of the Grand Competition," Jiang Zuo sat cross-legged on the bed with a dark expression.

"Right, we'll close the door and cultivate until the Grand Competition ends. Once it's over, we'll leave with him immediately, not stopping for a moment," Jiang You agreed.

They didn't want to experience the humiliation of following Yi Feng in such an embarrassing situation.

After chatting with those who had been fawning over him, Yi Feng left the side hall with Su Bai.

In fact, Yi Feng had considered his own issues.

Why, with his cultivation as a Golden Immortal at level sixty, couldn't he achieve immortality?

He couldn't close his eyes to cultivate for years like others, not even being able to stay up for a single night. Climbing a flight of stairs left him exhausted.

This made him doubt his own strength.

This feeling was terrible.

Especially in such a situation, so he planned to experiment further with Su Bai.

The two left the side hall and walked toward the back mountain.

Finally, they stopped in a secluded spot.

"Bai, try attacking me,"

Yi Feng stood still and said to Su Bai.

"Why would you want that, Your Excellency?"

Su Bai looked puzzled.

"Just do it," Yi Feng instructed, "Use half your strength first."

Although Yi Feng said that, he was truly afraid that the system might trick him. What if Su Bai injured him?

"Alright, then,"

Su Bai nodded, not fearing that he could hurt Yi Feng. He struck out with a palm aimed at Yi Feng's chest.

The palm landed directly on Yi Feng's chest.

???

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Yi Feng looked at Su Bai, puzzled. This guy was far too weak, wasn’t he?

A palm strike like that felt no more than a mosquito bite.

"Go all out, hit me again,"

Yi Feng stood still and beckoned Su Bai.

At that moment,

Wang Yiyun and another elder in charge of the Grand Competition had just left the side hall not long ago. They were discussing some matters related to the competition.

At that moment, Wang Yiyun's eyes flickered.

"There’s a spiritual energy fluctuation over there?"

"It seems someone is fighting?"

Wang Yiyun exclaimed.

"Indeed, there’s a spiritual energy fluctuation," Elder Luo Yuan nodded, his expression serious. "And judging by the aura, it’s quite powerful."

"Let’s go check it out,"

Wang Yiyun urged.

As soon as she spoke, the two shot out like lightning, heading toward the source of the energy fluctuation.

They arrived at the scene, seeing Su Bai and Yi Feng standing face to face, talking.

"Is that the one named Yi Feng?"

Wang Yiyun recognized Yi Feng immediately, recalling the man she had seen in the side hall earlier.

"What is he doing here?"

Wang Yiyun muttered.

"Do you know him?"

Luo Yuan asked.

"Yes, he’s one of the competitors from the Hundred Refinements Sect," Wang Yiyun replied.

"A subordinate sect disciple?" Luo Yuan’s eyes widened. "Was that aura just now released by this subordinate sect disciple?"

Wang Yiyun remained silent.

She was pondering the same question.

The aura fluctuation had clearly come from here.

But here was only Yi Feng and a servant boy accompanying him.

The powerful fluctuation from earlier couldn’t have come from these two, could it?

Just as the two were perplexed, they heard Yi Feng shouting to Su Bai, "Hit me with everything you’ve got!"

Upon hearing this, Su Bai wasted no time, summoning all his strength, and struck Yi Feng squarely on the chest.

The moment this palm landed,

Wang Yiyun and Luo Yuan’s eyes widened in shock.

Their expressions were filled with horror.

This aura. At the very least, was at the level of a True Immortal ten times over!

How could this servant boy be a True Immortal of such high rank?

And why did Yi Feng ask him to attack?

Even more shocking was that Yi Feng actually stood there with his chest open, taking the blow?

Was he courting death?

A barrage of questions filled their minds. For a moment, they were so stunned that their thoughts short-circuited.

At that moment,

Su Bai's full-force palm strike landed solidly on Yi Feng's chest.

Not even a muffled sound emerged, like striking cotton. The force was instantly neutralized.

?????

Wang Yiyun and Luo Yang, still in a state of short-circuiting, widened their eyes.

They stood frozen, their mouths agape in an "O" shape.

Good heavens!

What did they just witness?

That Yi Feng, completely defenseless, took the full-force attack of a True Immortal over ten times and emerged unscathed?

"Wang Elder, are you sure this one is from the Hundred Refinements Sect participating in the Grand Competition?"

At last, Luo Yuan stammered, his voice faltering.

Wang Yiyun twitched her lips, her voice deadpan, "Should be, right?"

At that moment, feeling nothing after taking Su Bai's attack, Yi Feng asked curiously,

"Bai, what’s your cultivation level?"

"Uh…"

"Please forgive me, Your Excellency, but I don’t know my own cultivation level!" Su Bai scratched his head, embarrassed.

He truly didn’t know his cultivation level. After all, before this, he was just an errand boy and had no idea what his True Immortal level corresponded to.

"You don't even know your own cultivation level?"

Yi Feng's face turned dark. This servant boy really had a tough life.

But it didn't matter much to Yi Feng. Even if Su Bai's strength was low, he at least had some cultivation. Since he could withstand an attack from someone with cultivation, it meant the system hadn't tricked him.

His strength.

Must have existed.

Yi Feng was delighted with this result.

Since his strength existed, then the slight amount of cultivation he sensed in the people of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect must be true as well.

If that's the case,

He had nothing to be afraid of.

He might as well play along with these weaklings in the competition, quickly finish up, and get his fifty thousand to continue searching for his disciple.

It was quite satisfying.

The two left the spot.

But Wang Yiyun and Luo Yuan, hidden in the shadows, were still reeling from shock.

"So, what do we do next?"

Luo Yuan asked.

"Do what?"

Wang Yiyun looked at him.

"I mean, tomorrow’s Grand Competition. Should he really participate?"

Luo Yuan asked.

"If he wants to participate, can you stop him?"

Wang Yiyun twitched her lips.

"I mean, with him participating, would the Grand Competition still have any meaning?"

Luo Yuan said.

"This…"

Wang Yiyun was at a loss for words.