Chapter 210: A Suitable Dao Companion

Wang Feng couldn’t help but glance at Chen Fei, shaking his head.

Too impulsive!

Although he believed Chen Fei wouldn’t act without reason—after all, Liu Shan, a high-level Yuan Realm cultivator, was far from a superficial waste—it still made him feel the need to be more cautious. He understood Chen Fei’s intention: to establish dominance.

Understanding was one thing, but Wang Feng still thought Chen Fei was being reckless. It seemed necessary to inform the dean. No matter what, Chen Fei’s safety had to be ensured.

At the very moment Liu Shan accepted the challenge, Chen Fei raised his head and looked toward the distant mountain peak.

Snowy robes fluttering in the wind—who else could it be but Leng Yue?

Chen Fei gave a faint smile and withdrew his gaze. His expression and movements, however, caused a slight flush to rise on Leng Yue’s face in the distance.

“Arrogant fool!” she muttered through clenched teeth, her tone filled with irritation—yet her eyes remained fixed on Chen Fei’s battlefield.

Liu Shan, eager to strike while the iron was hot and afraid Chen Fei might back out, threw his formal disciple token to Wang Feng.

“I still have over 90,000 merit points. Not a lot, but definitely not a little! Whether you can take them or not, Chen Shidi, depends on your own strength!”

Fishing, after all—one couldn’t be stingy with bait.

If he could severely injure Chen Fei, the so-called investigation by the Inspection Court would likely fizzle out. And if…

Liu Shan shook the thought away. No ifs. Chen Fei must be crippled today.

Liu Shan made no mistakes. Right from the start, he raised his aura, and the pressure of a high-level Yuan Realm cultivator forced the crowd to retreat. They instantly felt the immense might of that level.

Perhaps it was that very pressure that triggered a breakthrough.

Gong Tianshou and Dong Feng, who had been meditating nearby, broke through at that moment, entering the Yuan Realm.

But before they could celebrate, they saw Liu Shan standing before Chen Fei.

“Be careful, Senior Brother Chen!” Gong Tianshou bowed deeply toward Chen Fei before stepping back to observe quietly.

Dong Feng hesitated, then took out the Thousand-Layered Pagoda. “Senior Brother Chen, perhaps this can help!”

Liu Shan cast a glance at it and sneered.

A toy. Useful below the Yuan Realm, maybe, but in front of me? Pathetic.

Chen Fei waved his hand. “No need.”

With that, the giant sword Wufeng in his hand turned into a dark shadow, slashing straight at Liu Shan’s head.

Liu Shan remained composed. “I’m a high-level Yuan Realm cultivator. I won’t bully you, Chen Shidi—go ahead and take three free shots. Let no one say I was unfair!”

A smile crept onto Chen Fei’s lips. As expected, this guy just had to act all high and mighty.

Saying it was one thing—whether Liu Shan could actually take it was another matter entirely.

Though the first strike looked ordinary, it carried massive force. Liu Shan casually raised his hand to block, but inside, he dared not be careless. He had no way out now. Failure would mean disgrace—or worse.

Clang!

A sound like a temple bell echoed out. Liu Shan’s palm blocked the blade, but the impact made his arm numb, and he nearly took a step back to relieve the pressure.

What is this power? This guy is hiding something!

Shock surged through Liu Shan. The smile playing on Chen Fei’s face only deepened his unease.

Should’ve just gone all out from the start. Why the hell did I try to show off?

But so many eyes were watching—how could he back down now?

Chen Fei twisted his waist, bringing the Wufeng sword around in a horizontal sweep. Another seemingly simple strike.

“Senior Brother Liu, still sure about giving me three free moves?”

The blade was already in front of Liu Shan again.

This time, he dared not be careless. He blocked with full concentration. After the earlier exchange, he knew better than to underestimate Chen Fei’s power.

And yet—this blow was even stronger than the last.

Worse still, the moment he made contact, a burst of fiery light exploded from the sword, engulfing him completely.

In an instant, flames surged up and wrapped around Liu Shan.

Caught off guard, he looked utterly disheveled—his face covered in soot, tiny flames still flickering in his hair.

The spectators’ eyes widened.

Was that a move from a peak Dao Realm cultivator?

“No wonder he’s the personal disciple of the Patriarch himself. That… that’s the power of someone beyond the Dao Realm?”

“Crushing early Yuan Realm cultivators… his attacks rival high-level Yuan Realm strength! This guy’s a total freak!”

Any remaining doubt about Chen Fei’s strength vanished.

Crossing an entire major realm in combat strength—this was insane!

Despite Liu Shan’s sorry state, he wasn’t actually seriously injured. It was only the second move.

Chen Fei suddenly stepped back. “Senior Brother Liu, still not going to fight back?”

His question sounded playful, but in truth, he was evaluating his own strength.

That last strike had incorporated the fire glyph of the Yuan Script. Not bad—strong enough to embarrass a high-level Yuan cultivator.

But taking down Liu Shan? Still a stretch.

And he hadn’t even used his full power yet.

That was only the fire glyph with Dao energy. What if he used the axe glyph?

Liu Shan shook off the dust, and in an instant, his robes were spotless again. The dramatic shift rekindled hope among the onlookers.

He’s still a high-level Yuan Realm cultivator—surely he won’t lose, right?

Yet even so, everyone now saw Chen Fei in a new light.

“No wonder he made such a stir in the Xianle Secret Realm…” Leng Yue muttered, watching the battlefield.

“Oh? Is this the first time I’ve heard you express concern for someone, Leng Yue?” came a teasing voice.

Ziyang Saintess strolled out from behind a rock, grinning playfully.

Leng Yue’s face turned dark. “Ziyang, don’t think I won’t strike you down.”

“Leng Yue Shimei is just shy. If you like him, just admit it! I think Chen Shidi’s a fine choice for a Dao companion,” Ziyang replied, her smile mischievous.

“You’re talking nonsense again!” Leng Yue snapped, anger flashing in her eyes as her aura began to stir.

Ziyang shrugged. “So boring! But look—Chen Shidi’s about to make another move. Wow, he still has more up his sleeve!”

Leng Yue forced herself to calm down. She’d fought with Ziyang for years, and they never came to a conclusion.

Turning her gaze back toward the field, she saw that Chen Fei had already begun condensing Dao energy into the Void Heaven Cauldron, fusing it with the axe glyph.

It slowly merged into the Wufeng sword.

This move would be powerful beyond imagination. The only flaw—preparation time.

Thankfully, Liu Shan had given him just that. Now Chen Fei was eager to see what this strike could really do.