Three Champions

Half a month later.

The city-level competition came to an end.

As expected, Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei both clinched the city championship of Kunlun City.

Chen Feng also received his well-deserved rewards.

【Congratulations on achieving the Master Teacher achievement】.

【First apprentice won first place in the city-level competition】.

【Reward: Master gains 100 HP】.

...

【Congratulations on achieving the Master Teacher achievement】.

【Second apprentice won first place in the city-level competition】.

【Reward: Master gains 100 HP】.

...

【Congratulations on achieving the Master Teacher achievement】.

【Third apprentice won first place in the city-level competition】.

【Reward: Master gains 100 HP】.

The only thing that surprised Chen Feng a bit was that Xiao Ruohan’s championship also brought him a reward.

With the city-level competition over, Chen Feng’s HP increased by another 300 points, reaching a total of 2,300 points.

Jin Youxi finally obtained the first medal of her life.

She was so overwhelmed with emotion that tears streamed down her face.

“Master, I’m the champion!”

“I finally have my own championship medal.”

“Thank you, Master! Thank you for letting me meet you.”

Jin Youxi threw her arms around Chen Feng and impulsively kissed him.

Chen Feng smiled wryly and said,

“You’re an adult now, yet you’re acting like a little kid.”

“Stop crying, your face is all blotchy.”

“There will be provincial championships, national championships in the future.”

“You can’t cry every single time.”

“That’s not very master-like of you.”

Jin Youxi wiped her nose and pouted,

“But I just can’t help it!”

No one knew how much she had longed for martial arts every time she watched others compete in the arena before.

Yet she could only hold onto her dream, practicing the Rulai Palm day after day.

She firmly believed that her master would never deceive her.

Even though she wasn’t even a martial disciple back then, she fantasized about becoming a martial arts expert someday.

Standing on the podium, earning recognition from her family, her master, and everyone else.

So she wouldn’t be seen as a failure.

Now that she finally held the medal she had dreamed of, Jin Youxi couldn’t hold back anymore.

She sobbed uncontrollably on the podium, clutching the medal.

Chen Feng and Liu Weiwei comforted her nearby.

When people came to take photos, she still forced a smile for the camera.

Grandpa Jin watched, both amused and helpless.

Elsewhere,

In Jiang City.

Xiao Ruohan stood on the podium.

She stared blankly at the crowd around her.

There were no family or friends in the audience, no mentors or classmates, not even a single familiar face.

No one cheered for her.

Xiao Ruohan just stood there, numb and lonely.

When the award presenter handed Xiao Ruohan her medal,

he couldn’t help but swallow hard.

The woman before him was just too cold.

Her slightly reddened eyes revealed a hatred as tangible as a physical force.

He had no idea what she had been through

to harbor such a dense killing intent.

After placing the city championship medal around Xiao Ruohan’s neck,

the presenter hurriedly left.

No handshakes, no photos—everything was skipped.

Xiao Ruohan looked down at the medal she had just received.

Memories of the last time she won the city championship flooded her mind.

She licked her gums where teeth were missing.

Murmuring under her breath,

“Chen Feng!”

“Even without you, I, Xiao Ruohan, will still get back on my feet.”

“This time, I will personally cripple your apprentice once again.”

“I’m going to show you the power of my self-created Dragon Subduing Palm!”

“I want you to know that I am the best there is!”

“I want you to regret not cherishing me.”

Now, Chen Feng had become Xiao Ruohan’s inner demon.

At the same time, he was her driving force.

Whenever she thought about her miserable situation,

an endless wave of hatred surged within her heart.

This deep-seated hatred ignited Xiao Ruohan’s fighting spirit.

“The slaps I’ve endured will be returned to you a thousandfold.”

“The humiliation I suffered will be something you all experience firsthand.”

“I want you, the master and his disciples, to kneel before me, begging and whining like dogs.”

“One day, I will make sure you all live in regret and pain!”

Xiao Ruohan’s soul was screaming wildly at this moment!

Her heart was completely consumed by resentment.

……

The city-level competition had come to an end.

There were still three months until the next provincial-level tournament.

Chen Feng decided to make another trip to Kunlun Mountain before then.

He wanted to quickly acquire some new martial arts techniques.

To expand the Heavenly Choice Martial Arts School as soon as possible.

After all, the Heavenly Choice Martial Arts School was his only career.

But the school was huge, and having only two or three students—big cats and little cats—was hardly acceptable.

This time, Chen Feng planned to obtain several advanced techniques of the Heavenly or Earth rank.

Then recruit a large number of students.

Pass on the techniques.

Not only to grow and strengthen his martial arts school,

but also to prepare for future confrontations with the Western Continent.

However, before entering Kunlun Mountain, he naturally had to prepare some gifts for Qianqian.

Considering that Qianqian specialized in sonic wave techniques,

Chen Feng planned to give her some musical instruments.

Of course, snacks were a must.

Especially ice cream—something he had promised her.

And since it was early spring, the weather was still cold.

The ice cream wouldn’t melt easily on the way.

Besides, the supermarket was offering discounts.

This time, Chen Feng was more generous with his spending.

Not buying the most expensive, but the best quality.

While shopping, he also browsed online for information.

He bought Qianqian a guitar, a violin, a bass, and a guzheng.

Also, a small and delicate harmonica.

And a whole big box of ice cream in various flavors.

Under the cover of night, Chen Feng set off once again toward Kunlun Mountain.

Li Kong and another Martial Saint from the sanatorium stood atop the villa’s rooftop.

The two of them watched the dark figure heading toward Kunlun Mountain, their minds heavy with thoughts.

After a long while, Li Kong finally asked,

“Should we report this to the higher-ups?”

The elder cleared his throat lightly, his slightly hunched body trembling faintly.

Then he waved his hand,

“The fewer people who know, the safer he is.”

Li Kong nodded,

“That’s true. These are chaotic times ahead.”

“If word gets out that his qi and blood aren’t suppressed by Kunlun Mountain, Zhang Bowen might really lose his composure.”

“After all, even Zhang Bowen’s qi and blood are suppressed to a level of one thousand once he enters Kunlun Mountain.”

The elder chuckled softly.

“Aren’t you afraid he might also be someone loyal to the Kunlun Legacy?”

Li Kong smiled faintly,

“I’m not entirely sure about his true identity either.”

“But anyone who buys discounted ice cream in the dead of winter is probably not a bad person.”

Hearing Li Kong’s words, the elder burst out laughing heartily.

“Looks like you know more about this kid than I do. You’ve been keeping an eye on him since your days at the Martial Arts Guild.”

“I trust your judgment—you probably wouldn’t be wrong about him.”

Mount Kunlun.

Gu Qianqian had been very happy lately.

Her room was piled high with toys and snacks.

Especially those dolls.

The Gu clan had many older and younger sisters who came to trade dolls with her.

As for the snacks, she didn’t want to share them with anyone.

She kept them all for Qilin.

She didn’t even want to eat them herself.

Gu Qianqian was truly happy.

But her parents and grandparents were far from joyful at this moment.

Inside the Gu clan’s Pisces Pavilion, a group of elders stared in shock at Gu Qianqian’s grandfather.

“Are you saying that, besides Mr. Bowen, someone else has been able to enter and exit Mount Kunlun during the mountain sealing period?”

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