Chapter 371 A Single Sword Strike

While Chen Fei was in seclusion, the arena outside of Tianqing Sacred Land had become unusually lively.

The two sides already harbored deep grudges. Initially, they used sparring as a pretext, but as the battles intensified, both sides began to fight in earnest.

From the moment blood was drawn, their attacks grew increasingly ferocious.

“Damn it! We lost again!”

“These guys are getting too arrogant! If we didn’t know better, we’d think they were experts at the Human Dao Realm!”

On the arena stage, a slender young man with a pale face and slanted eyes that gave off a sinister vibe kicked a disciple of Tianqing Sacred Land flying.

“Tsk tsk, so this is a disciple of Tianqing Sacred Land? Not so impressive after all!” the man sneered with disdain.

His words instantly ignited public outrage. Everyone began to shout in protest.

Miao Yue glared coldly at the man on stage, then turned away. “Seems like you’re really set on provoking us?”

Wang Fang chuckled. “What? Shall we go up and spar a little?”

Seeing the irritating look on Wang Fang’s face, Miao Yue immediately stood up, ready to give him a lesson.

But someone else struck first.

An ice spike suddenly appeared and shot toward Wang Fang’s chest.

Wang Fang’s expression changed as he hurried to react, but before he could touch the spike, it exploded mid-air!

As the shards were about to rain down on him and the others, a strange scene unfolded—the shattered ice began to reassemble, as if time was reversing.

“There’s no need to get so worked up, Saintess Leng Yue. It’s not yet time for us to act,” came a calm, cold voice.

A handsome young man with slightly red hair stepped forward unhurriedly.

Despite standing on the opposite side, many female disciples of Tianqing Sacred Land couldn’t help but look at him with admiration.

His charm was almost intoxicating.

Leng Yue frowned slightly. At the sight of him, she couldn’t help but think of Chen Fei. In some ways, they shared similarities.

“Senior Brother Fan!” Fairy Tao Rong called sweetly.

Fan Chen turned his head slightly and nodded with a smile. “Junior Sister Tao Rong, long time no see. You’ve grown even more beautiful.”

With that simple line, Tao Rong blushed with shyness.

Fan Chen took a step forward, drawing everyone’s attention.

Some people were like that—just by standing still, they became the center of focus. Even those from Tianqing Sacred Land inwardly nodded at his demeanor.

Fan Chen looked at the crowd. “Our sect’s cultivation emphasizes freedom and spontaneity, so we may come off a little… direct. But you all pride yourselves as righteous sects. Since this is just sparring, why so angry?”

“If you’ve got the skills, then just beat us!” Fan Chen said as he waved his hand.

A red pill floated before the young man on stage, who was briefly stunned.

“This is a Blood-burning Pill. You’re near the peak of your realm. Take this and you can try breaking through,” Fan Chen smiled.

The man’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he quickly cupped his hands. “Many thanks, Senior Brother Fan Chen!”

After pocketing the pill, he turned to the crowd, barely able to contain his glee.

“Anyone else?!” he shouted toward the Tianqing Sacred Land disciples.

When no one responded, he sneered. “What? Is Tianqing Sacred Land afraid? No way! Who would’ve thought that I, Chu Wei, would one day suppress Tianqing Sacred Land? If word gets out… tsk tsk.”

He looked around smugly.

The Tianqing disciples looked furious, yet powerless.

Though Chu Wei was arrogant, he had defeated the strongest disciple in the Yuan Realm. Were it not for the realm restriction, others would’ve rushed up and beaten him already!

“Shameful…”

Someone muttered under their breath, and the others couldn’t help but feel their faces burning with humiliation.

Seeing their despair, Chu Wei opened his mouth to mock them again.

But just then, a clear voice echoed across the arena.

“You’re just early, that’s all. Don’t talk about suppressing Tianqing Sacred Land,” said a calm voice as Gong Tianshou walked steadily toward the stage.

Surprisingly, Gong Tianshou’s reputation was even higher than Chen Fei’s, largely due to his affiliation with Tianxin Pavilion—a place famous for drinking and gossip. Most disciples had at least heard of him.

Seeing him arrive, many were stunned.

He was known for running Tianxin Pavilion, but no one had ever seen him fight.

“Boss Gong, w-what are you doing here?” someone couldn’t help but ask.

“I may be an outer disciple, but I’m still part of Tianqing Sacred Land. I can’t stand idle while others bark and howl at us!” Gong Tianshou replied calmly.

Chu Wei heard this too. At first annoyed, he burst out laughing when he heard Gong Tianshou was an outer disciple. “Oh please! This is who you send? An outer disciple to die?”

Despite his slow pace, Gong Tianshou walked with steady steps and soon stood before the stage.

With a leap, he landed opposite Chu Wei. “I will strike only once.”

His proud demeanor and resolute tone left the Tianqing disciples exchanging stunned glances.

One sword?

This was a match!

“I heard Gong Tianshou is connected to Senior Brother Chen Fei. Maybe Chen Fei sent him to handle the situation?”

“Could be! Senior Brother Chen is powerful—he may have taught him a secret technique!”

Hearing the whispers, Gong Tianshou’s lips curled slightly.

This time, it wasn’t Chen Fei’s order—but it was related to him.

Before entering seclusion, Chen Fei had visited Tianxin Pavilion and told him: “This is a rare opportunity.”

Gong Tianshou didn’t understand at the time.

But now, he did.

He looked up at Chu Wei.

“Make your move. Otherwise, people will say I’m bullying you,” he said flatly.

Chu Wei stared at him in disbelief. That calm composure made him feel as if he didn’t exist.

“Fine, fine, fine! If you want to die, I’ll oblige!” Chu Wei was furious.

He knew this arena battle was about humiliating Tianqing Sacred Land. If it got bloody, even if someone died, it wouldn’t matter.

Seeing Gong Tianshou so arrogant only made him angrier.

Although he spoke with disdain, Chu Wei was very cautious. He circled carefully, then suddenly lunged!

A deadly move—one he had used earlier to fill the arena with blood, disorienting his opponents and making it hard for them to pinpoint him.

But Gong Tianshou didn’t even look at him.

He simply grasped his sword.

Draw.

Sheathe.

The motion was smooth and practiced to perfection.

At the same time, sword light erupted in front of him.

Gong Tianshou didn’t say another word. He turned and walked away—without even glancing at Chu Wei.

Because he knew:

If he didn’t leave now, he might not be able to.