Chapter 415: Netherworld Sect

Of course, this was a perk for the Martial Arts Venerables.

As for the other Cultivators, that was a matter for their respective Sects. Disciples from each Sect would also bring over meals, so everyone could eat and watch.

Looking up at the sky, one could still see it filled with stars. The scenery was incredibly beautiful.

The tournament continued, but Chu Feng had already lost interest. He had no desire to watch duels of this level, and besides, no one was betting with him anymore.

This made Chu Feng even less interested. In any case, he had already won quite a lot today, which could be considered a huge haul.

Chu Feng wasn't going to concern himself with whether Bai Xue could win her subsequent fights.

In fact, Bai Xue herself was completely baffled. When she executed the Celestial Sword Technique, the sword in her hand had actually flown out on its own, as if it were being controlled.

She strongly suspected it wasn't her own doing, as she knew her own strength and that it would be very difficult for her to defeat You Qingtian.

But what happened today felt strangely bizarre. She just couldn't figure out why she had won.

"Sword Master, it's too boring here. How about I head back and rest for a bit?" Chu Feng asked.

"Fine, but you only have an hour. Other Martial Arts Venerables may also leave, but no more than four at a time," said the Seven Kills Sword Master.

"Anyone else who wants to leave can speak up now," the Seven Kills Sword Master continued.

"In that case, I'll go rest for a bit too," said the Martial Arts Venerable from the Three Swords Sect.

"Alright. Two spots left," said the Seven Kills Sword Master.

In truth, many of them were already getting restless. Fights of this level were simply too boring. They were all at the Martial Arts Peak or even the Martial Arts Limit Realm; watching some Foundation Establishment Cultivators fight was like watching children play house—utterly meaningless.

Since Chu Feng had already spoken up, he wasn't going to stop anyone, and it was a good opportunity to let everyone take turns resting.

"Alrighty then, thanks a lot, Seven Kills Sword Master! Venerable Xue Feng, Venerable Xue Wujian, I'm heading out. When I get back, we can have a few more bets," Chu Feng said with a smile.

His mood today could be described as radiant; he was exceptionally happy.

"No more bets! You've already scammed all my Martial Cultivation Spirit Stones away," Venerable Xue Feng said, pouting. The mere thought of it filled him with regret. 'What was I thinking, betting against Chu Feng for no good reason?'

He had lost his entire fortune, nearly losing the pants off his back. Now he didn't know how long he'd have to live like a pauper.

"Oh? Is Venerable Xue Feng playing poor already? I've long heard that your Snow Mountain Sect is incredibly wealthy. This is just a few Spirit Stones, how could you possibly be out? You're just too chicken to bet again, aren't you?" Chu Feng said with a grin, taunting him directly.

Chu Feng wouldn't be polite with Venerable Xue Feng. After all, this guy had sided with Spirit Sword Valley before, wanting to have his own position as a Martial Arts Venerable revoked.

Hearing Chu Feng's words, Venerable Xue Feng was furious, but he ultimately chose to shut his mouth, not wanting to talk to Chu Feng anymore.

Because talking to Chu Feng was enough to make a person die of anger.

Afterward, Chu Feng left with his wife, Su Miaoke, and headed toward his residence, the Southern Venerable Hall.

However, the moment he stepped out of the competition area, he sensed someone following closely behind him.

Moreover, this person's strength was not weak—in fact, it could be described as very strong.

At that moment, the Venerable from the Three Swords Sect was still chatting and laughing with Chu Feng, completely oblivious to anything being amiss.

When they reached the entrance of the Southern Venerable Hall, Chu Feng suddenly said to the Martial Arts Venerable from the Three Swords Sect, "Brother, you head back first. I think I have something to take care of. I'll be back a little later."

"Alright. In that case, Brother Chu, be careful," the Martial Arts Venerable from the Three Swords Sect said with a nod, then went directly into the Venerable Hall.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng led Su Miaoke in the opposite direction. After walking for about a hundred meters, he stopped and said, "Stop hiding. Get out here. Do you find it amusing, following me for so long?"

"Well now, Venerable Chu Feng, you're truly skilled. Such sharp perception. You are indeed worthy of being the Heaven-Slaying Sword Emperor's successor. Impressive." An old man appeared several dozen meters behind Chu Feng.

The man had appeared without a sound. He was dressed in ancient-style clothing, looking a bit like an official from a bygone era. His appearance was peculiar.

Despite his odd appearance, the man radiated an indescribable aura, one of immense power.

His attire also gave him a strong air of mystery, as if he were someone who had traveled through time from the ancient past.

Chu Feng stared at the man, his eyes narrowing slightly. He knew the man had been able to follow him so silently by using a Concealment Skill.

"You must be from the Netherworld Sect. May I ask why you're following me?" Chu Feng asked.

"That's right. I am from the Netherworld Sect, Venerable Chu Feng!" The man was surprisingly courteous to him.

"May I ask what business a senior from the Netherworld Sect has with me?" Chu Feng asked.

"It's like this, Venerable Chu Feng. An elder from my Netherworld Sect would like to invite you for a chat. I was wondering if you might have the time?" the man from the Netherworld Sect asked.