Each number engraved on the stone sword carried its own meaning.
Anything below 60? Better turn around and look for another path of cultivation.
A score of 60 was just a passing grade, meaning you were qualified to choose the path of the sword cultivator. Seventy was the watershed, showing that you could begin to distinguish yourself in swordsmanship. Anything above 80 meant you had tremendous potential, with a ninety percent chance of advancing to the Seventh Rank in the future.
Every point above 90 was immensely significant. Especially 95 and above….it was virtually guaranteed that you would reach the Eighth Rank. A score of 98 or higher even gave you hope of becoming a Ninth Rank expert!
Deacon Mo and Cao Yunxiao kept their eyes fixed on Chu Feng. The two of them wanted to see whether this young man living off a woman’s support actually had any real ability.
A Third Rank cultivation before the age of twenty could be achieved simply by feeding someone enough medicinal pills. With Elder Liu’s wealth, raising one such cultivator was more than easy.
Su Tiantian, Bai Yuyan, and Liu Xueyao, however, were not worried in the slightest. All three of them knew just how terrifying Chu Feng’s talent in the Sword Dao was.
The moment Chu Feng’s palm touched the stone sword, a chill spread through it. He could also sense a faint remnant of sword intent, presumably left behind by the young man from earlier, not yet fully dissipated.
Clang!
Centered on Chu Feng, ripples of sword intent spread outward. Then, an immense and boundless sword intent surged from within him, like a slumbering dragon awakening and looking down upon the world.
Zheng!
The clear ring of swords echoed through the air as one strand of sword qi after another, each radiating razor-sharp sword intent, materialized around Chu Feng.
The overwhelming sword intent even caused the sword inside Cao Yunxiao’s storage pouch to tremble, as though it feared Chu Feng’s aura.
Even Deacon Mo stared in astonishment. Such pure sword intent was something that not even the elders of the Sword Cultivator Academy necessarily possessed!
As Chu Feng slowly infused his sword intent into the stone sword, the number began to climb.
It didn’t take long before it surpassed Cao Yunxiao’s score of 85, finally stopping at 95.
“Ninety-five?!”
The staggering number left Deacon Mo and Cao Yunxiao frozen in place. They stared at the young man, their eyes filled with unconcealable shock.
“Um… this score should be enough, right?”
Chu Feng scratched his head. He had thought this test would be rather difficult. After all, the young man before him had even used the power of his Sword Foundation. Chu Feng hadn’t even tapped into his own Sword Foundation yet and had already reached 95, not to mention that he still had his trump card. The Five-Colored Sword Qi.
“Y-Yes… it’s more than enough…”
Deacon Mo’s lips trembled as he stared blankly at the number on the stone sword, unable to recover from the shock for a long time.
By then, Chu Feng had already returned to the three girls.
“Mmph!”
Su Tiantian immediately pulled Chu Feng into her embrace, pressing his face into her ample, incredibly soft chest in a devastatingly direct attack that dealt massive damage to him.
“As expected of this Empress’s little rascal!”
Su Tiantian’s beautiful eyes brimmed with pride, the corners of her crimson lips curling upward.
“Hey! Are you trying to suffocate Junior Brother?”
Bai Yuyan hurriedly rescued her junior brother from Su Tiantian’s embrace. Seeing the dazed look on his face, she pursed her cherry lips. That little vixen only knows how to toy with Junior Brother. She doesn’t know how to cherish or take care of him. He’s only a Third Rank cultivator….there’s no way he can withstand being teased by her like that.
Smack~
Taking advantage of the moment, Liu Xueyao planted a kiss on Chu Feng’s cheek.
“Sister Saintess?!”
Chu Feng covered his cheek, staring at her in astonishment.
“Mhm. This… is Husband’s reward.”
Liu Xueyao remembered her master telling her that children who performed well should be rewarded with kisses.
If they had been alone together in private, Chu Feng would have gladly accepted the reward.
But now…
He looked up.
Sure enough, Senior Sister Yuyan’s expression had darkened. While he was still in her arms, Saintess Sister had kissed him.
Th-This…
Chu Feng’s mind went completely blank. What was he supposed to do now?!
Only then did Deacon Mo and Cao Yunxiao finally snap out of their shock.
Looking at the young man happily enjoying the company of all three women at once, the envy, jealousy, and resentment in their eyes lessened somewhat. This young man’s talent in the Sword Dao was simply terrifying!
Ahem!
Deacon Mo cleared his throat, reminding them that there were still outsiders present. Seeing the scene before him, he felt a sourness in his mouth despite not having eaten any lemons.
“Young friend, congratulations on passing the Sword Dao aptitude test. You may now cultivate the Sword Dao.”
‘May’ cultivate it? He was practically born to cultivate the Sword Dao!
“Next comes the strength assessment. Once you pass that, we’ll assign you to the Sword Dao class most suitable for your level. Follow me.”
Deacon Mo led the way.
“Oh, okay!”
Chu Feng wanted to break free, but in the end, he still ended up being sandwiched between the three girls as they escorted him along.
He arrived at a rather large martial arena. At its center stood a pitch-black stone platform that gave off an eerie feeling.
Deacon Mo explained, “This arena contains a special formation. You can choose the strength of your opponent, and the formation will conjure an illusion of one at that level. Defeat it, and you’ll have passed the test.
“But keep in mind that the weakest opponent you can choose is only one minor realm below your own. As for stronger opponents… you can go as high as one major realm above.”
After speaking, Deacon Mo looked at Chu Feng with a smile.
“So, young friend, what level of opponent will you challenge?”
“Hmm… Mid Fourth Rank.”
Although Chu Feng was capable of fighting Fifth Rank cultivators, he still needed to keep something in reserve. Standing out too much would inevitably attract the Hundred Races Academy’s investigation into his true identity. For now, it was best to keep that hidden.
As for Bai Yuyan, the eldest disciple of the Moonlight Sword Fairy, the people who recognized her were mostly concentrated in the Eastern Region. The Hundred Races Academy was far removed from the Eastern Region.
“Young friend, are you sure? Even a single minor realm difference within the Fourth Rank represents a considerable increase in strength.”
Deacon Mo offered the reminder out of kindness. If the young man were to get hurt, he had a feeling that Her Majesty the Demon Emperor and Her Highness the Saintess would tear this place apart.
Losing was highly unlikely. With such astonishing talent in the Sword Dao, the young man’s combat ability couldn’t possibly be weak. However, winning without suffering any injuries would probably be rather difficult.
“No problem! Don’t worry!”
Chu Feng patted his chest confidently.
If you knew I’d already killed a Fifth Rank cultivator, you wouldn’t be doubting my strength like this.
Seeing that none of the three women objected in the slightest, Deacon Mo nodded.
“Very well, then.”
The formation activated, and a shadowy figure soon appeared. Judging by the aura it radiated, it was indeed at the Mid Fourth Rank.
“Alright! I’m going!”
Chu Feng waved his hand grandly.
Everyone step aside….it’s time for me to show off!
He leaped down onto the arena. Facing the middle Fourth Rank shadow, he didn’t draw Little White. Instead, he took out the Human Emperor Sword.
Boom!
The shadow struck first, shooting straight toward Chu Feng.
Chu Feng’s gaze sharpened as he instantly locked onto the shadow. Its speed was impressive, but for him, it wasn’t nearly enough.
Sword intent swept outward as the Human Emperor Sword in his hand burst forth with dazzling sword light.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The chorus of sword cries rang out as over a hundred strands of sword qi erupted forth, merging into a gleaming white Sword Qi Divine Dragon.
“Hah!”
Chu Feng slashed with his sword, and the Sword Qi Divine Dragon let out a resounding dragon’s roar before lunging at the shadow.
The moment the two met, the middle Fourth Rank shadow was torn apart by the Sword Qi Divine Dragon.
I made my move… and ended it in a single strike.
The scene Deacon Mo had worried about, Chu Feng getting injured, never came to pass.
Th-This… was he even human?!
Deacon Mo’s eyes widened in disbelief. A Third Rank cultivator defeating a Fourth Rank opponent wasn’t all that shocking in itself, but to win so effortlessly was almost impossible to believe!
Seeing the scene unfold, Cao Yunxiao could only smile bitterly. It seemed that his title as the academy’s strongest sword cultivator below the Fifth Rank would soon have to be handed over to someone else.
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