His eyes profound, he sat beside the tea table, taking the clear tea handed over by Cao Tong, nodding lightly.
"You have now reached Entering Strength, our Sect should indeed add another True Disciple."
"The Sect Leader is also aware of this matter and asked me to tell you that you can go up the mountain tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Cao Tong smiled broadly, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted at this moment.
Beside him, Zhao Tingxiao seemed uninterested in these matters, quickly turning his head to look towards the doorway.
"Little Master Uncle."
Chen Feng called out softly as he walked in.
Li Chenye nodded lightly, his gaze shifting.
Seeming to have sensed something, his eyes paused.
Zhao Tingxiao called out from the side.
Although still somewhat reluctant, after witnessing the death of Blood Poison Hand Feng Li, those petty grievances had already quietly dissipated for the most part.
Afterward, with a flurry of movements,
He could be seen walking over to the tea table, picking up a gray backpack, and retrieving a green jade porcelain bottle from it.
"This is from Master, saying that your Strengthening Muscle and Bone Pills are probably running out."
"As for the Flame Origin Pill, Master said that it’s not good to consume too much of that stuff, one bottle is enough."
Chen Feng was somewhat surprised; he had originally planned to go back to the Mountain Gate himself to fetch them.
"Thank you, Junior Brother."
Nodding in thanks, he immediately asked them why they had come down the mountain.
"I’ve mentioned before that I wanted to leave the mountain to gain experience and seek a breakthrough."
"Coincidentally, Little Master Uncle also planned to stroll down the mountain, so we came together."
Zhao Tingxiao didn’t hide anything; Li Chenye, however, had already withdrawn his gaze, returning to a calm demeanor.
"Senior Brother mentioned you might have encountered the spying of the Divine Martial Alliance."
"I had no specific plans this time down the mountain, just right to check out their methods."
Chen Feng understood, guessing this might have been arranged by Master.
Little Master Uncle is of True Intent Level, comparable to some school leaders.
With him traveling down the mountain, there should be no worries concerning the matters of the Divine Martial Alliance.
"Also, Chen, Senior Brother asked me to tell you,"
"The Southern Martial Arts Tournament is approaching; at that time, he will take both you and Ting Xiao there."
Getting up from the tea table, he patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, looking earnestly into his eyes: "Prepare well."
As his words fell, he gave a couple more instructions.
Li Chenye asked Zhao Tingxiao to get ready to leave, who hurriedly slung his backpack over his shoulder, quickly following him.
"Little Master Uncle, do you think I have a chance to surpass my Senior Brother after this experience down the mountain?"
"Little Master Uncle?"
Intermittent conversations came through; Chen Feng retracted his gaze and Perception.
Southern Martial Arts Tournament...
"Brother Cao, do you know much about it?" he asked, tilting his head.
"I have never been there, but I’ve heard Senior Brother Zhao and others mention it once."
Cao Tong replied truthfully: "The last tournament was held in Yue City of Ze Province, at that time I had just started Bone Training."
"I heard from Senior Brother Zhao, there were quite a lot of participating schools, a total of a hundred or so; Giant Elephant Sect who visited us yesterday was one of them and was also the host of the last tournament, securing the fifth place."
"We fared a little worse, only achieving the sixteenth."
Chen Feng listened quietly; Cao Tong continued with a grin: "Although Bone Training and Internal Training can also participate, each time the Sect Leader only takes True Disciples there, so none of us Core Disciples have ever gone."
"But it also doesn’t affect much, seems like Entering Strength and True Intent are the main events, the contests amongst disciples below this level don’t seem to greatly impact the rankings..."
In the course of their conversation, combining with the version previously heard from Heart Monkey Liu Fangming, Chen Feng gained a more detailed understanding.
After another round of talks, the time in the afternoon quietly passed.
Until a quarter past four, his cellphone buzzed with a vibration.
Opening it, he saw Lin Hao had sent a suburban address location.
With a flash in his eyes, Chen Feng didn’t delve into the matters of the Martial Arts Tournament anymore.
Returning to the Quiet Room to pack for a moment, he specifically changed into a new set of loose clothing.
Taking steps, he immediately left the Martial Arts Hall, hailed a rideshare, and went directly to the suburbs.