Chapter 423: The Start of the Sparring Meet

"So what if you provided it? Didn’t our Great Snow Mountain trade Martial Cultivation Spirit Stones for it? Are you trying to go back on our deal? Are you sure about that?" the Seven Kills Sword Master continued, his tone sharp and his gaze icy.

He wasn’t afraid of this elder from the Medicine King Hall. If he dared to cause trouble here, he would be cut down without hesitation.

"Seven Kills Sword Master, are you saying you look down on our Medicine King Hall?" Lin Xuan said, scrutinizing the Seven Kills Sword Master.

"So what if I don’t give a damn about your Medicine King Hall? No matter what you say today, the prize belongs to Li Zhengyi. The reward for first place was decided long ago. There’s nothing more to be said. The competition is over. Everyone, return and rest. The sparring meet begins tomorrow."

"This sparring meet is open to any Sect or family. You can issue challenges freely, as long as the other party dares to accept. It will last for one day only, tomorrow." With that, the Seven Kills Sword Master walked straight off the stage.

"What if someone doesn’t dare to accept a challenge?" someone shouted.

But the Seven Kills Sword Master was already far away and paid them no mind.

To put it bluntly, this sparring meet was simply a fair opportunity for everyone to seek revenge. This would prevent people from fighting in private, which could disrupt the order on the Big Snow Plateau and cause unnecessary trouble.

After all, the Martial Arts Grand Ceremony was for Cultivators under the age of fifty—essentially a competition for the younger generation.

Now, this sparring meet was for the older generation. Any Sect or family could participate.

"If someone refuses a challenge, Great Snow Mountain will no longer protect them. Their life or death will have nothing to do with Great Snow Mountain," said the Venerable from the Three Swords Sect.

Those were the rules. If someone challenged you, the best course of action was to accept.

If you dared not to fight, you would have to bear the consequences yourself. No one would intervene even if you were killed.

Although it was extremely cruel, there was no other way. The rules had been set, and there was nothing to be done even if you disagreed.

Furthermore, stakes could be set for these challenges. As long as the terms complied with the regulations, the challenge was allowed.

If anyone failed to follow the rules and acted out of turn, Great Snow Mountain would join forces to execute them.

"Old man, let’s head back for now," Chu Feng said, glancing at Chu Tianshan.

"Damn you, I’m your ancestor!" Chu Tianshan was fuming, his beard practically bristling. He couldn’t believe Chu Feng would speak to him so disrespectfully.

But then he sighed and said, "At the next Martial Arts Grand Ceremony, our Chu Family must produce a disciple who can make it into the top ten!"

The next Martial Arts Grand Ceremony would be in fifty years. Given his current strength and lifespan, he would definitely still be alive to see it.

Making it into the top ten was enough to make one the envy of all and leave many sighing in admiration.

After all, the reward for first place was so lavish it was enough to make anyone drool.

Although he was envious, Chu Feng would also be receiving a wealth of resources, and the Chu Family would inevitably reap some of the benefits.

Even the scraps would be enough to make the Chu Family’s eyes go wide with desire.

Besides, the Chu Family’s foundation was already strong; they just needed time. Not to mention, now that the Chu Family had learned the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, the strength of their future disciples was sure to be formidable.

At the same time, however, Chu Tianshan was also worried about Chu Feng.

Because this time, Chu Feng had offended too many people, and all of them from Major Sects. This left Chu Tianshan deeply uneasy.

Blood Blade Manor, Spirit Sword Valley, the Snow Mountain Sect, the Snow Sword Sect—these were all top-tier Major Sects.

They each had at least three to five Human Martial Arts Peak Realm Cultivators, with the larger ones having dozens.

Anyone in his position would likely be worried.

After returning to the Southern Venerable Hall, Chu Tianshan followed Chu Feng into his room.

Chu Wuji had already departed with the other Chu Family disciples.

The upcoming sparring meet would be extremely dangerous. For safety’s sake, it was more prudent to leave first. Things would get too chaotic, and it would be easy for accidents to happen.

In a situation like this, those at the Foundation Establishment Realm were nothing but cannon fodder, completely out of their league.

One had to be at least at the Martial Arts Peak Realm to have a chance of self-preservation.

"The sparring meet is tomorrow. I expect many people will challenge you. Are you confident?" Chu Tianshan asked, sitting in a chair.

"What’s there to be afraid of? I’ll kill as many as come. Anyway, no matter who I’m up against, just bet on me to win. I guarantee you’ll make a killing. If anyone dares to challenge me, I’ll have them sign a life-and-death contract. After I kill a few of them, they’ll learn to be afraid," Chu Feng said.

He seemed completely nonchalant, as if none of this mattered to him.

In truth, even without this sparring meet, Chu Feng had wanted to take out a few people anyway. Some of them were just too arrogant.

Now that he had the chance, Chu Feng saw it as a form of training—a perfect whetstone to sharpen his skills.

Besides, he felt he was lacking in real combat experience anyway. How could he possibly refuse when people were lining up to be his practice partners? He couldn’t ask for anything better.

"What’ll you do if you run into someone you can’t beat?" Chu Tianshan asked.

"What else can I do if I can’t win? I’ll run. Or I’ll surrender," Chu Feng said, rolling his eyes at him.