Chapter 77: Cloud Sea Sect, No One
Trash? Someone actually dared to call Wenren Yan trash.
The crowd’s gaze fell on Lin Feng, and their eyes immediately froze, because at this moment, Lin Feng was still wearing the attire of an outer sect disciple. Could it be that he was still an outer sect disciple?
Nangong Ling also frowned. He had personally appointed Lin Feng to enter the inner sect, so why was he still wearing outer sect robes?
Moreover, in Cloud Sea Sect, Nangong Ling valued four people the most: Linghu Heshan, the Butcher, Wenren Yan, and Lin Feng.
Now, Linghu Heshan had already made his mark, the Butcher was growing stronger, and Wenren Yan had boundless potential. As for Lin Feng, although he was still weak now, he had already shown his sharp edge and had a limitless future.
These people were regarded by Nangong Ling as the future of the sect, and he did not want there to be major conflicts between them. But now, it seemed that something was off between Wenren Yan and Lin Feng.
“What right do you have to point fingers there? At least in front of me, you’re still trash.”
Wenren Yan’s azure-blue eyes released an eerie cold light as he stared at Lin Feng.
“Short-sighted. Someone like you, I really don’t know what right you have to call others trash with every breath.”
Lin Feng’s tone grew more and more mocking, causing the crowd to look intrigued. This guy’s strength was far inferior to Wenren Yan’s; he should be looking up to Wenren Yan. Yet he dared to speak to Wenren Yan like this—truly clueless.
“Do you think you’re more qualified than me?” Wenren Yan also revealed a mocking expression as he questioned.
“Of course I’m not qualified, and I wouldn’t casually insult others as trash.” Lin Feng’s steps slowly moved toward the Life and Death Platform, his voice very calm.
“You stand at the top of the inner sect and insult other inner sect disciples as trash. So, when a powerful core disciple insults you as trash, what will you do then?”
“Hmph, even if core disciples are stronger than me now, I will surpass them in the future. What right do they have to call me trash? As for you, you will never have the chance to surpass me.”
Wenren Yan was extremely proud, making all the inner sect disciples of Cloud Sea Sect feel their faces burn. But they had no power to refute him; Wenren Yan’s talent was indeed beyond their reach.
“Ridiculous.” Lin Feng had already reached the edge of the Life and Death Platform. He stepped forward and climbed onto it.
“In many people’s eyes, you, Wenren Yan, are gifted and a genius. But in my eyes, you’re nothing but a fool. I don’t understand why the sect values you.”
When Lin Feng’s words fell, everyone’s gaze froze. This guy not only insulted Wenren Yan as a fool but also dared to question the sect’s judgment—what audacity.
“You’re looking for death.”
Wenren Yan sneered darkly, watching Lin Feng step onto the Life and Death Platform step by step.
“In the sect competition, disciples fight with all their might to earn a ranking in the inner sect—that is honor. Those ranked lower challenging those ranked higher is only natural. Even if they lose, it’s not shameful. But you, Wenren Yan, incite and even order these people to kill the challengers. You are unkind.”
“Standing at the top of the inner sect, you insult the disciples behind you as trash, belittling and suppressing your fellow sect members. You, Wenren Yan, are unjust.”
“An unkind and unjust person. The sect nurtures you into talent, yet you kill your fellow disciples. If the sect faces trouble one day, can someone like you be counted on to save it? The first to betray would probably be you. Even if your talent is strong and your future strength is great, what use are you to the sect?”
Lin Feng spoke three sentences, and the space fell into dead silence. An unkind and unjust person—no matter how strong their talent, what use were they to the sect?
“Boom.”
An icy aura swept out. Wenren Yan took a step, and the temperature on the Life and Death Platform plummeted sharply.
“Angry and embarrassed? I’m not done yet.”
Lin Feng sneered disdainfully, lightly leaping up to the central Life and Death Platform, looking down at Wenren Yan.
“The Nine Heavens Continent is vast beyond measure. How many places have you, Wenren Yan, been to? How many geniuses have you seen? Yet you dare to be so arrogant, looking down on everyone in the world. Besides, strength at the Third Layer of Spirit Martial Realm—in the vast continent, how insignificant is that? Even in Snow Moon Kingdom alone, there are countless people stronger than you. I don’t understand where your pride comes from.”
“You, Wenren Yan, are short-sighted, nothing but a frog at the bottom of a well. Not only are you unkind and unjust, but you are also unwise.”
Lin Feng’s words made everyone’s hearts tremble slightly. Even Nangong Ling and Duan Tianlang were moved. This young man had such foresight—he was extraordinary.
As for Wenren Yan, he was shaking with rage. Lin Feng’s words were too venomous, shaking his sacred status in the hearts of the crowd. He could feel that everyone’s gaze toward him seemed to have changed.
Even the people on the viewing platform felt the same.
Moreover, Lin Feng didn’t seem to intend to let him off.
Gazing into the distance at the viewing platform, even more arrogant words came from Lin Feng’s mouth.
“Such a short-sighted, unkind, unjust, and unwise person is treated like a star, loved by the elders, valued by the sect, and looked up to by countless people. As an outer sect disciple of Cloud Sea Sect, I feel ashamed. Could it be that Cloud Sea Sect has no one?”
Could it be that Cloud Sea Sect has no one!
The extremely arrogant words echoed through the space, shaking the hearts of the Cloud Sea Sect crowd. Lin Feng said Wenren Yan was arrogant, but what about himself? Daring to say that Cloud Sea Sect had no one—this was not just arrogance.
“How dare you! An outer sect disciple dares to insult the sect? You’re looking for death!” On the viewing platform, an outer sect elder roared. This person was Lu Yuan, the same one who had bullied Lin Feng and refused to give him his inner sect token that day.
“It’s because the sect has too many people like you that it’s declining day by day.”
Lin Feng coldly glanced at Lu Yuan and said disdainfully, “As for being an outer sect disciple, so what? Are inner sect disciples really that strong?”
“You five, relying on your strength to kill your fellow disciples—how impressive. But have you ever thought that if someone stronger than you came along, what would your fate be?”
Lin Feng stared at the five inner sect disciples who had just killed the five challengers and said coldly, “Although the sect leader has a rule that disciples who have already fought cannot be challenged, I think if I challenge you five, no one would say I’m taking advantage. The sect leader would probably agree, right?”
As soon as Lin Feng’s words fell, everyone’s gaze froze. Lin Feng wanted to challenge the five inner sect experts whose names were carved on the ranking stone wall?
He was crazy. Lin Feng must be crazy.
Even though Lin Feng had mastered Sword Momentum and could fight above his level, these were five experts at the Second Layer of Spirit Martial Realm. One attack would probably be enough to take Lin Feng’s life.
But Lin Feng actually declared he would challenge all five. If that wasn’t crazy, what was?
Even Han Man opened his mouth, stunned.
Among the crowd, Liu Fei was also stunned, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at Lin Feng. She had thought that although Lin Feng was strong, his real strength lay in his talent. That was why she wanted to recruit him, to give him time to become a strong expert and carve his name on the stone wall. But now, dealing with those on the stone wall was still a bit of a stretch for him.
However, Lin Feng had given her a huge surprise. This bastard wanted to challenge five experts on the stone wall? Didn’t he know how strong those people were?
“Bastard,” Liu Fei cursed softly in her heart, worried about Lin Feng. Since he had insulted these people, they definitely wouldn’t let him off.
Even Nangong Ling was somewhat surprised, his brows slightly furrowed. Lin Feng actually wanted to challenge five people at the Second Layer of Spirit Martial Realm. If something went wrong, it would be bad.
Moreover, Lin Feng had been personally granted inner sect status by him. Why was he still calling himself an outer sect disciple?
“Five is too many. You should challenge one first.”
Nangong Ling didn’t want Lin Feng to take risks. Besides, Lin Feng was someone valued by those two. If something happened to him, it would be hard to explain to them.
“No need. Let all five come up together.”
Lin Feng seemed unwilling to accept the favor, his voice indifferent.
“If you want to die, I’ll grant your wish. One person is enough.”
One of the five sneered darkly. Lin Feng actually declared he would challenge all five of them—courting death.
“All of you go up together. I don’t want to see him live another second in front of me.”
Wenren Yan interrupted him. Lin Feng’s earlier speech had insulted him as unkind, unjust, and unwise, and had even suggested he might betray the sect. Wenren Yan now hated Lin Feng to the bone.
The five exchanged glances. Although each wanted to kill Lin Feng personally, they didn’t dare disobey Wenren Yan’s order.
Their bodies flickered, and five figures simultaneously landed on the central Life and Death Platform, coldly staring at Lin Feng. Five powerful auras instantly locked onto him.
“Remember, the one who kills you is called Yue Yang.”
One of them erupted with dazzling flame light. His palm shot out, and the raging flames crackled, as if the space itself was about to burn.
A massive flaming palm print blasted forward, heat surging. At the same time, the other four also launched their attacks. With five Second Layer Spirit Martial Realm experts joining forces, even without releasing their Martial Souls, the surging pressure could be felt even by those below the Life and Death Platform.
As for Lin Feng, he was enveloped by all kinds of powerful attacks, as if he would be overwhelmed in the next moment.
But then, a surging aura burst forth. A domineering palm print suddenly appeared, covering the Eight Wastelands like ten thousand horses galloping, its momentum incomparably grand.
“The highest level of the Eight Wastelands Palm—palm prints filling the sky, covering heaven and earth.”
The crowd’s gaze froze as they watched the endless palm prints, seemingly emerging from nothingness, instantly colliding with those attacks. The rumbling sounds were endless.
“Die.” Yue Yang broke through from the middle, his domineering flaming palm prints stacking continuously, breaking through the restraints of the Eight Wastelands Palm. He hadn’t expected Lin Feng to be this strong, using the Eight Wastelands Palm to its peak. But relying on just one Eight Wastelands Palm to deal with all five of them at once was still far from enough.
“Sword.”
A sharp cry rang out, the sword howling through mountains and rivers. A brilliant light flashed in the space.
This sword seemed to come from beyond the heavens. This sword was as fast as floating light, as dazzling as a fleeting shadow.
The endless sea of fire around Yue Yang suddenly extinguished, and the expression on his face froze there. After a pause, a line of blood flew from his neck, making everyone’s hearts tremble.
Sword!
They seemed to have forgotten that what Lin Feng excelled at was not the palm, but the sword.
When the sword came out, the person was destroyed. When Sword Momentum appeared, heaven and earth dimmed. One sword’s light moved the nine provinces.
However, Lin Feng’s Eight Wastelands Palm earlier had been too powerful. Using the strength of the First Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, he had pushed the Eight Wastelands Palm to its limit, simultaneously striking five Second Layer Spirit Martial Realm experts. This had caused Yue Yang to seemingly forget that what Lin Feng was truly skilled in was the sword. And he paid the price for it—a price far too heavy: his life.
“Was that… the Sword Drawing Technique?”
Many recognized that sword strike and were even more shocked. The Sword Drawing Technique had always been considered a useless martial skill, a chicken rib. But in Lin Feng’s hands, it was so powerful—fast as lightning, exquisitely subtle, unfathomable.
That sword strike was so breathtaking.
“No wonder Elder Bei values him so much. In terms of martial skill talent, no one can match this young man.”
Lin Feng’s status rose even higher in Nangong Ling’s heart. A cultivator at the First Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, pushing the Eight Wastelands Palm to its peak, and unleashing the Sword Drawing Technique with such formidable power—could this really be done by a disciple who had just entered the inner sect?