The next morning, when Chu Feng woke up, the beauty by his side was already gone.
Liu Shijing sat not far away, her beautiful eyes filled with complicated emotions as she looked at the young man still sleeping soundly.
Her light green dress fit her perfectly, accentuating every curve of her flawless figure. Her graceful, voluptuous physique and elegant bearing were just like her niece’sโฆ cold and aloof.
Her cool, beautiful eyes blinked as memories of the previous night surfaced. She had actually been so… proactive…
Yes, it was all this brat’s fault. If he hadn’t sweet-talked and charmed her, she never would have ended up looking so… unsatisfied.
The moment Chu Feng opened his eyes, the beautiful woman in green immediately turned her face toward the window.
Chu Feng struggled to sit up. He had truly given it everything he had the previous night, finally satisfying the endless desires of the human heart.
Aunt Jing had been completely different from before, when she would act shy and reluctant while letting him take the lead. Last night, it had felt as though Sister Wan’er had possessed her, as she firmly kept control the entire time.
In the past, Aunt Jing would suppress her voice, letting out only soft moans while biting her red lips and enduring it with all her strength. Only after everything had finally ended would she breathe deeply again.
But last night, she had… cried out without restraint.
The two of them continued until well past midnight before things finally settled down.
“Aunt Jing.”
The moment he spoke, the beautiful woman in green trembled. This time, instead of facing him from the side, she had her back turned to him.
However, with her back turned to him, Chu Feng’s gaze landed directly on the full, shapely curve of her hips beneath her slender waist.
Ahem… I can’t keep looking. If I do, I won’t be able to get out of bed again.
“Since you’re awake, hurry up and get up. It’s almost time for classes at the academy.”
Liu Shijing spoke in a stern tone, very much like an elder waking a child, as if trying to reestablish the dignity and authority an elder ought to have.
Seeing Aunt Jing acting like this, Chu Feng was puzzled.
Something wasn’t right. He had sacrificed so much last night, devoting himself completely to accompanying the beauty, so why was Aunt Jing still treating him so coldly?
Sure enough, a woman’s heart was as deep and unfathomable as the ocean. It was so hard to understand…
Unable to figure out what Aunt Jing was thinking, Chu Feng could only obediently do as he was told. After washing up, he complied unconditionally with every request she made.
Watching the young man disappear from sight, the cold, aloof aura surrounding Liu Shijing instantly faded.
She let out a long sigh. Recalling how obediently the brat had listened to her that morning, she felt a rather unusual… sense of accomplishment.
It seemed that, from now on, she should continue putting on a cold and distant front in front of him. She needed to teach that brat what it meant to respect the proper order between elders and juniors. After all, she was the elder, so he ought to obediently listen to her instead of constantly talking back or even committing the grave offense of openly defying his elder.
***
The Civil and Martial Grand Tournament was the academy’s major event, held once every ten years. It was primarily intended for students below the fifth rank.
Those who place in the top ten will earn the chance to approach the Heavenly Dao Stele up close. Whether you can seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to comprehend the Dao will depend entirely on yourself.
The prodigies and peerless geniuses who graduate from the Hundred Races Academy, so long as they do not perish prematurely, are destined to secure a place for themselves in the cultivation world.
However, the Civil and Martial Grand Tournament is not as simple as holding the competition directly. Each academy first conducts its own qualifying rounds, with three stages of preliminaries determining the final participants.
Among these three rounds are both individual matches, which test personal strength, and team matches, which test coordination and teamwork.
As for the final Civil and Martial Grand Tournament, the literary examination tests whether you truly possess knowledge and talent. It is intended for support-oriented academies, such as the Academy of Music and the Academy of Alchemy.
The Sword Dao Academy and other combat-oriented academies, on the other hand, compete in the martial examination. The final martial trial is similar to a battle royale, where you can either rely on your own strength to stand out or work together with your teammates to reach the finish.
That was also why the qualifying rounds included both individual and team competitions.
Today marked the beginning of the first round of preliminaries, and the three qualifying rounds would stretch over quite a long period.
“I’m here.”
Chu Feng arrived at the classroom just in time, only a second away from being late.
After listening to the teacher explain the rules of the qualifying rounds, the entire classroom erupted with excitement.
In just a few moments, the students had already formed their teams. Each team consisted of five members, the maximum team size allowed for the Civil and Martial Grand Tournament.
As for Chu Feng, he was rather unlucky. Since he had transferred into the academy midway through the term, the class had originally been split perfectly into teams of five. His arrival left him as the odd one out.
“Uh…”
Chu Feng was dumbfounded.
“Ahem. New student, there’s no need to be nervous. The first round is an individual competition, while the second round is a team competition.”
The teacher quickly reassured Chu Feng. After all, this was a student whom the vice dean had personally approved for admission. Even more unusually, the paperwork had been approved the very same day.
The vice dean was extremely busy (or rather, lazy), and documents requiring his approval generally had to be submitted at least a month in advance. Yet this student’s application had been approved on the very day it was submitted. It was obvious that this young man was anything but ordinary.
“I see. Thank you for clearing that up, Teacher.”
Chu Feng let out a sigh of relief. For a moment, he had thought he had been abandoned.
No, that’s not right. I shouldn’t think of it that way. It should be that I abandoned them.
Thinking of it like that, he immediately felt much better.
The matchups were arranged according to cultivation level: third-rank cultivators fought other third-rank cultivators, fourth-rank fought fourth-rank, and only the third round of the preliminaries used random pairings.
Naturally, Chu Feng was assigned to the third-rank competition area. Sweeping his gaze across the crowd, he saw that, including himself, there were only four students from his class assigned to the third-rank bracket.
“Hello, classmate.”
Just as Chu Feng was looking around, someone walked over to him.
Chu Feng nodded in greeting. “Hello. Is there something you need?”
“Nothing in particular. It’s just… there’s something I’d like to ask you, if you don’t mind…”
The young man in yellow rubbed his hands together with an awkward smile.
“Sure. We’re classmates, after all. Answering a question isn’t a problem.”
That said, Chu Feng himself didn’t know much. He hadn’t even been in the cultivation world for three years.
“Well… um…” The young man in yellow hesitated before asking, “The female elder who came to the Sword Dao Hall yesterday… do you know her?”
“Ohโ”
So that’s what this is about.
It made sense. Not only was Sister Saintess breathtakingly beautiful, but her temperament was unmatched as well. With her cold, ethereal aura and stunning appearance, she was like a fairy descending to the mortal world.
It seemed that her appearance yesterday had caused quite a stir.
The moment Chu Feng heard the young man in yellow’s question, he didn’t even need to think to know what was on his mind. Without wasting any words, he replied, “I’m afraid I can’t answer that. Excuse me.”
What a joke. There was no way he would reveal any information about Sister Saintess. The fact that he hadn’t physically beaten the idea out of the other guy already showed remarkable restraint on his part.
A quarter of an hour later, it was Chu Feng’s turn in the individual competition.
“Next match: Chu Feng of Heavenly Class Three versus Luo Mu of Heavenly Class One.”
The referee announced loudly.
As his voice fell, a young man landed on the arena stage.
He carried a huge greatsword as tall as he was, radiating waves of icy cold.
Under everyone’s gaze, the young man leaped onto the stage as well.
The referee raised his right hand before bringing it down sharply.
“The match begins!”
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