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    Chen Fei opened the courtyard gate.

    Outside, a crowd had gathered.

    “Word spread that Junior Brother Chen had returned to Tianqing Sacred Land, so I came by to pay my respects without delay. I hope you don’t mind,”

    said the young man at the forefront, dressed in pale blue robes. Handsome and refined, he looked like a noble young lord that anyone would instantly admire.

    “Xu Tianxin, looks like your luck’s pretty good — broke into the Human Dao Realm and ran over here without wasting a moment?”

    Barbarian Brother leaned against the doorframe, casually exposing the newcomer’s identity.

    It was Chen Fei’s first time seeing Xu Tianxin, but the woman beside him was all too familiar — Xu Tianqin.

    She had once been forced to hand over Tianxin Pavilion to Chen Fei under pressure. As the proud daughter of the Xu family, doted on by many, and with a powerful core disciple brother like Xu Tianxin, she’d always been arrogant. Back then, that humiliation was unbearable for her.

    But she endured it, waiting for her brother to return and take revenge.

    What she hadn’t expected was Chen Fei’s strength growing just as quickly — and this time, he’d even made waves in Dongting Nation, establishing an incredible reputation. It reminded her of the way Chen Fei had looked at her that day — and now, she feared him.

    She tried to stop her brother from coming, but some things couldn’t be changed by a warning.

    “Congratulations, Senior Brother Xu,”

    Chen Fei said politely.

    A flicker of surprise passed through Xu Tianxin’s eyes.

    From what he’d gathered, Chen Fei was supposed to be hot-tempered. Given that he was essentially blocking the man’s door, he had expected a furious outburst.

    But instead, Chen Fei greeted him with a smile and congratulations.

    This made Xu Tianxin instantly more cautious.

    “Thank you, Junior Brother Chen. Though I shouldn’t have come uninvited, there’s something I must ask you personally.”

    “Then ask away,”

    Chen Fei replied warmly, eyes fixed on him.

    Xu Tianxin was clearly here to cause trouble. Otherwise, he wouldn’t say something like “shouldn’t have come.”

    And if you shouldn’t be here — but you came anyway — that alone spoke volumes.

    Chen Fei was curious what kind of nonsense he’d spew.

    Xu Tianxin stepped forward.

    “Tianxin Pavilion was my hard work, regardless of the past. My sister has told me everything, but I must say — your methods were a bit too forceful.”

    “Then there’s no need for chatter. You want the pavilion back? Say it straight,”

    Chen Fei cut him off, expression calm.

    “But since this is about a wager, surely you understand the rules?”

    “Of course.”

    Xu Tianxin took out his contribution token.

    “I’ve got a hundred thousand contribution points. If you defeat me, it’s yours — along with Tianxin Pavilion.”

    “If you lose, I only want the Pavilion back.”

    He looked magnanimous, as though being more than fair.

    Chen Fei shook his head.

    “Since it’s a wager, let it be fair and square.”

    Although he’d recently exchanged many of his points for resources, Chen Fei had still kept over 100,000 saved — for people exactly like Tuo Zhangzi.

    Now that Xu Tianxin had stepped forward as a pawn, he didn’t mind pocketing another pile of points.

    “You’re a straightforward man, Junior Brother,”

    Xu Tianxin smiled, clearly surprised.

    “Then I’ll wait for you at the dueling stage.”

    With that, he turned and left with his entourage.

    Xu Tianqin hesitated, clearly wanting to say something. In truth, she didn’t think her brother stood a chance, and challenging Chen Fei at this time was foolish — but she couldn’t stop him.

    Once they were gone, Barbarian Brother rested his sword on his shoulder and muttered:

    “Xu Tianxin’s definitely in league with Tuo Zhangzi. Looks like that senior brother of ours can’t wait to take you down.”

    “Let him come. I’ll block what comes, and dig what flows,”

    Chen Fei said lightly, but his eyes gleamed with a cold light.

    Xu Tianxin’s appearance was clearly another probe sent by Tuo Zhangzi.

    So far, this was the third one — all indirect. Tuo Zhangzi, strong as he was, didn’t dare face him head-on.

    To Chen Fei, that was just laughable.

    On the arena platform, Xu Tianxin stood tall.

    Beside him, Xu Tianqin looked worried.

    “Brother, this Chen Fei… he’s not normal.”

    Xu Tianxin raised an eyebrow.

    He knew how arrogant his sister was — she usually looked down on everyone. For her to speak like this about someone was rare.

    That made him smile.

    “To earn praise from my little sister… this Chen Fei must be something special.”

    Xu Tianqin, hearing the teasing tone, tugged at his arm in frustration.

    “Alright, enough.”

    Xu Tianxin laughed softly, then narrowed his eyes at the horizon.

    “There are things I must do. The fact that you gave up Tianxin Pavilion without hesitation — good.”

    “If that didn’t bother you, why are you challenging him now?”

    she asked, confused.

    Xu Tianxin looked at her, then shook his head.

    “You wouldn’t understand. He’s here.”

    Then, with a voice transmission, he added:

    “No matter what happens today — do not ever act against Chen Fei again. That’s an order.”

    “Brother…!”

    Xu Tianqin’s face turned pale.

    But he ignored her and turned to an elder nearby.

    “Miss, let’s not interfere in Young Master’s business. Please come with me.”

    “No!”

    Xu Tianqin struggled, but the elder had obviously been instructed beforehand. He locked her movements and dragged her away.

    Chen Fei saw all of it.

    “Senior Brother Xu, was that really necessary?”

    Xu Tianxin just smiled and said nothing.

    Chen Fei shrugged. No need for more words.

    He summoned the Wufeng Greatsword and faced Xu Tianxin.

    “Then allow me to witness Senior Brother’s skills firsthand.”

    “Very well.”

    Xu Tianxin’s eyes suddenly sharpened.

    The space around him twisted, making even Chen Fei’s spiritual sight unable to lock onto him.

    “So this is the power of the Heavenly Secrets Art?”

    Chen Fei narrowed his eyes, his body tense.

    Barbarian Brother had already given him a rundown. From what he said, Xu Tianxin’s techniques were anything but conventional.

    The greatest strength of the Heavenly Secrets Art was its predictive power.

    It didn’t just conceal the user’s position — it let them predict the opponent’s next move.

    According to Barbarian Brother, fighting him was summed up in one phrase:

    “Just not fun.”

    Now Chen Fei knew what he meant.

    His spiritual sense couldn’t lock onto Xu Tianxin. He was in a defensive position.

    Suddenly, Xu Tianxin moved.

    Chen Fei reacted instantly, twisting his wrist and swinging the Wufeng Greatsword at the incoming threat.

    But just before contact — the space in front of him warped again.

    Xu Tianxin had vanished.

    A sharp gust surged from behind — an ambush!

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