# Chapter 1065: Yuan Fei Chases Out
At this moment, Xuanyuan Potian's aura was fluctuating, his breathing rapid, and terrifying rage radiated from his body, as if he bore a deep, sky-high hatred for someone.
He had never dreamed that after stepping into the Trial Ground, he would encounter such a miserable experience—being chased by that bastard Yuan Fei, pursued relentlessly for three whole days. In his fury, he fought Yuan Fei, only to be blasted until not a single spot on his body was intact, bones dislocated, meridians snapped in multiple places. It took him over thirty days of cultivation to recover, and even then, he relied on various pills he had carried with him.
Moreover, healing in the Trial Ground was no easy task. He was schemed against at every turn, and several times he encountered powerful people who nearly killed him. By the time his injuries healed, he couldn't help but roar up to the sky to vent his anger—only to have that damn Yuan Fei, who happened to be nearby, hear him. The result was another even more brutal beating, pounding him until the sky and earth spun, nearly robbing him of all ability to fight.
After that, he was like a dog with its tail between its legs, hiding everywhere, avoiding encounters with others lest he become someone else's prey. At the same time, he had to focus on healing, and during that period, he was nearly killed several more times. It was a miserable existence. Xuanyuan Potian had always been extremely domineering, but those days truly taught him what it meant to endure humiliation and cling to life. He spent a full forty to fifty days like that before he once again recovered his combat strength.
This time, he learned his lesson and dared not roar again. Instead, he found those who had nearly killed him, slaughtered every one he could find, completed his mission, and returned to the Heavenly Terrace. By then, the Heavenly Terrace was already empty—everyone was here receiving their titles. At this sight, Xuanyuan Potian felt nothing but overwhelming rage. Lin Feng had made his life worse than death, and now he was about to lose his seat as a Martial Emperor's Disciple, bringing shame to the name Xuanyuan.
"What's wrong with Xuanyuan Potian? He looks so wretched, and he seems to hate Lin Feng to the core!"
Seeing Xuanyuan Potian's unusual behavior, the crowd was stunned. Could it be that Xuanyuan Potian really hadn't made it into the ranks of the Martial Emperor's Disciples?
"Boom!" Rolling, terrifying aura burst forth from Xuanyuan Potian's body, his killing intent incredibly sharp.
"Haha, kid Xuanyuan, your Grandpa Yuan has been waiting for you for a long time before you finally came out. I promised my brother I'd come see him in a month, and you made me delay this long!" A booming voice came from behind Xuanyuan Potian, shaking him to the core. His steps in the void seemed to stumble, as if he had seen a ghost. His face instantly turned pale, and the towering rage vanished without a trace in an instant, as if all his temper had been completely drained.
"Uh..." Lin Feng's expression froze at this hearty voice. Yuan Fei, that guy... he actually came! Lin Feng had thought Yuan Fei was just joking at the time, but he never expected him to actually come to the Heavenly Terrace. However, Lin Feng was a bit puzzled—how did Yuan Fei get through the teleportation altar leading to the Heavenly Terrace? Would the guardian have let him in?
A wild figure appeared in the void. His body was even more solid than Meng Ba's, as if it were composed entirely of explosive power. What was even more amusing was that this guy held a thick black wooden club, resting it on his shoulder, looking quite leisurely and especially simple-minded.
When Xuanyuan Potian saw Yuan Fei, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with boundless fury and deep hatred, yet also tinged with profound wariness and fear.
"You..." Xuanyuan Potian stared at Yuan Fei but couldn't utter a single word, only his teeth seemed to be grinding.
"Xuanyuan Potian seems terrified of him." The crowd's expressions froze at this sight. Who was this guy carrying a wooden club? Was Xuanyuan Potian's wretched state because of him? But no one in the crowd had ever seen Yuan Fei before, so naturally, they wouldn't recognize him.
However, some elders from major family forces looked at Yuan Fei, their eyes flickering continuously. This man's image closely resembled a legendary figure—one that many great families feared, a person who had once caused an entire clan to vanish overnight.
"You bastard, you're getting cocky again just because you haven't seen your Grandpa Yuan for a day. Want a couple more whacks?" Yuan Fei looked down from above, staring at Xuanyuan Potian.
Xuanyuan Potian ground his teeth but couldn't speak. This bastard had actually chased him out here! How did he end up here?
Seeing that Xuanyuan Potian didn't even dare to retort, the crowd was even more shocked, their mouths hanging open. Was the world going crazy? Not only had Xuanyuan Potian failed to become a Martial Emperor's Disciple, but he appeared so wretched, and now a barbarian holding a club called himself his Grandpa Yuan, yet Xuanyuan Potian dared not say a word.
Most people found it shocking, but it had nothing to do with them, so they simply watched the show. However, the members of the Yang Clan all had ashen faces. Today, they had come to wait for Xuanyuan Potian to be promoted as the First Martial Emperor's Disciple, then propose marriage to Yang Ziye, bathing the Yang family in glory. Their honor rested on Xuanyuan Potian.
But now, Xuanyuan Potian had gained no glory—only humiliation. Being humiliated himself, the Yang Clan also felt deeply humiliated, their face lost. The people around them even looked at them with strange eyes.
"Go stand aside for your Grandpa Yuan, or I'll whack you to death with one swing." Yuan Fei said carelessly. Xuanyuan Potian's expression was icy cold, hating the man with all his being, yet he obediently slipped into the crowd. The people around him immediately scattered, leaving Xuanyuan Potian standing alone, especially conspicuous.
He didn't leave, though. He just stared coldly at Yuan Fei, occasionally casting a frigid glance at Lin Feng. He couldn't kill Yuan Fei now, but if he got the chance, he would definitely kill Lin Feng. He didn't need to be told—it was clear that Lin Feng had sent Yuan Fei after him. Otherwise, why would Yuan Fei, who had no grudge against him, keep chasing him?
"Looks like a ruthless character!" The crowd murmured to themselves as they watched Yuan Fei. Being able to scare Xuanyuan Potian into silence like this clearly showed that Yuan Fei was absolutely a ruthless person.
"The First Disciple is out of Xuanyuan Potian's reach. I wonder who it will be—Lin Ruotian of the Lin Clan, Meng Ba of the Meng Clan, or Qiu Yuexin?"
The crowd began to speculate. It seemed Xuanyuan Potian would end up tragically because of this ruthless man, and the Yang Clan would be dragged down with him.
Many people couldn't help but look toward the Yang Clan. They had been waiting to marry off their daughter, but that plan had clearly fallen through.
"And this ruthless man said he came to see his brother. Who is his brother?"
"Little monk, what are you staring at me for? Don't recognize me anymore?" Yuan Fei stood in the void, looking at the Ascetic Monk, grinning.
"You're still so reckless, as always." The Ascetic Monk smiled, clearly familiar with Yuan Fei.
Qiu Yuexin and Lin Feng below were stunned, exchanging glances. Yuan Fei actually knew the Ascetic Monk too.
"Could this be why Yuan Fei can freely enter and leave the Heavenly Terrace?" Lin Feng speculated inwardly.
"Alright, go stand aside too. My master is conferring the Martial Emperor's Disciples. Don't let you delay things." The Ascetic Monk said with a smile.
"Hehe, of course!" Yuan Fei grinned foolishly. "I just want to see my brother receive his title!"
The Ascetic Monk was also puzzled. He naturally knew Yuan Fei's identity—the grandson of the Great Ape Emperor. He wondered who this "brother" of his referred to.
The golden pattern still fluttered in the void. The Ascetic Monk said calmly, "All eighty-one of you, step forward. Place your hands on your names, and your rankings will naturally manifest."
"Mm!" The crowd was quite excited. They all stepped forward one after another, arriving on the enormous golden chart, placing their hands on their names. Instantly, brilliant rays of light bloomed, enveloping their bodies. Their entire forms were bathed in glorious golden light, as if they were draped in a layer of resplendent armor.
Above them, clear numbers gradually manifested, slowly becoming distinct and brighter, revealed to the eyes of the crowd.
"Ruotian, third seat!" The Lin Clan members clenched their fists. Though they hadn't gotten first or second, they were still quite excited. Third seat was not bad.
"Good, very good. Yuexin, second Martial Emperor's Disciple!" The Qiu Clan members had been watching Qiu Yuexin the whole time. Seeing a clear large number manifest above her head, they felt a surge of excitement. Second!
"What a pity. She fell for a waste with weak cultivation and no background!" Qiu Hao sneered. Then his gaze searched for Lin Feng, glancing dismissively at the number above Lin Feng's head. At that moment, his heart violently convulsed!
PS: Fourth update delivered, but the chrysanthemum is broken, the ground is full of wounds!!