Suddenly, Ren Feifan violently spits out a mouthful of blood, almost collapsing to the ground!
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It’s not that he didn’t want to use the soul-eating Golden Needle, but somehow, he had a premonition that he absolutely couldn’t use this move against a carrier of Heavenly Rank!
Otherwise, he surely would regret it!
Heaving a long sigh, he quickly pulled out some Gathering Qi Pills, swallowing them down like candies!
At last, the True Qi in his Dantian recovered somewhat.
After doing all these, Ren Feifan took out some healing elixirs and consumed them.
Onlookers were stunned by Ren Feifan’s casual consumption of elixirs as if eating sweets.
Where on earth did he get so many elixirs from?
His identity made them even more curious. After all, worldly alchemists and cultivators at the Earth-level Realm who had so many elixirs were very rare. This was almost inexplicable.
After swallowing the pills, Ren Feifan stood up, took a deep breath, and feigned calmness: "Who else dares to challenge me? I’m always ready!"
Upon hearing his words, no one dared to step forward.
Good heavens! Who would dare to move against someone capable of defeating a person of Heavenly Rank?
Even if they wanted to challenge, they didn’t dare. With so many people watching, wouldn’t it be taking advantage of someone’s difficulties?
It was clear to everyone that anyone who dared to step up would definitely be pulled down harshly!
The elder from the Outer Hidden Sect would bear the brunt!
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure struck the platform!
An old man in a purple robe suddenly charged up from below, shouting angrily, "Brat, you dared to take the lives of my two favorite disciples. You’re courting death! Let me see what you got!"
Ren Feifan was taken aback, utterly unprepared for the sudden onslaught!
There was horrible True Qi flowing around the old man, whose cultivation level evidently far surpassed the young man from the King Kong Sect.
He struck with a fierce and rapid palm, unleashing a fearsome wave of True Qi. Clearly, he was out for Ren Feifan’s life!
Ren Feifan was taken aback! There was no time for him to draw the soul-eating Golden Needle!
A sense of imminent death overwhelmed him!
Suddenly, Ren Feifan felt two horrifying auras emanating from behind him, no less intense than the old man’s True Qi.
With a quick sidelong glance, he saw Daoist Wu Yu and the elder from the Imperial Sword Sect appearing behind him!
"Nobody dare lay a hand on my disciple!"
"How dare you scheme against the youngsters under the watchful eyes of my Imperial Sword Sect!"
The two voices were almost simultaneous!
The next second, a terrifying cyclone of energies swept out. In the blink of an eye, the elder from the King Kong Sect was sent flying!
The horrifying cyclone even distorted his body!
His body heavily crashed into the mountain wall. Instantly, countless rocks fell and directly buried the elder inside!
Blood quickly seeped from underneath the massive rocks, and it was clear that the elder had no chance of survival!
Perhaps from today onwards, the King Kong Sect would be no more in Huaxia.
Daoist Wu Yu and the elder from the Imperial Sword Sect descended beside Ren Feifan.
The two, once again on the same wavelength, asked simultaneously.
One was his master, the other aspired to be.
The crowd below looked with envy as they saw Ren Feifan standing beside two great masters, especially since both men obviously cared deeply for him!
Even an elder from the Hidden Sect cared so much for him. Ren Feifan must have accumulated great fortune in his past lives!
Scratching his head in embarrassment, Ren Feifan turned first to Daoist Wu Yu, "Master, don’t worry, I’m alright."
After saying this, he turned to the elder of the Imperial Sword Sect, "Thank you for your concern, senior!"
The elder of the Imperial Sword Sect, nodded, slightly displeased. Ren Feifan’s tone was not what he had hoped for.
He pulled a jade bottle out of his pocket and flicked it towards Ren: "This is a Creation Pill. Take it and your body will recover."
Ren Feifan wanted to refuse, but the elder had already leapt back to his original position, not giving him any chance to reject.
He looked at the crowd below and announced: "I hereby declare that Ren Feifan is advancing directly to the top ten of the Mount Hua Tournament. No objections, I assume!"
Everyone took a sharp intake of breath. This Hidden Sect elder was brazenly favoring Ren!
The contest hadn’t even finished yet, and he was already promoting an advancement!
Yet, his tone brooked no argument!
Not a single person dared to refute him!
"In that case, Ren Feifan, you should go rest. In a while, I will send someone to deliver 500 Spiritual Stones to your room."
The elder from the Imperial Sword Sect said further.
Ren Feifan nodded, stashed away his Autumn Water Traceless Sword, and stepped down from the stage. His body still ached somewhat, and the battle had taken a huge toll on his Dantian. He had to find a place to recuperate.
However, Ren Feifan had discovered a silver lining: his body seemed more refined.
Could this be a form of Body Refinement?
For all injuries, one had to learn to endure with the body!
Does that mean, from now on, he would have to endure bodily hurting more, so he could break through the Body Refinement realm soon?
Afterward, Daoist Wu Yu and Qiu Qing Shui led Ren Feifan to a quiet room.
The accommodation for the Mount Hua Tournament was all arranged by the Quanzhen Sect. As Master Qiu was close friends with Ren’s master, Ren got preferential treatment.
Neither of them lingered long in Ren Feifan’s room as they knew he needed to rest, and didn’t want to disturb him too much.
As soon as the two of them left, Ren Feifan entered the mystical space.
He laid out the Spiritual Stones in front of him and began to cultivate slowly.
Countless streams of Spiritual Energy seeped into Ren Feifan’s pores, making him feel so comfortable he that almost moaned.
Spiritual Energy swirled around him, and for some unknown reason, his cultivation speed this time was astonishingly fast.
After practicing for a while, Ren Feifan suddenly heard a knock on the door.
He returned to reality, stood up, and said, "Come in."
The moment his words fell, the door was pushed open. To Ren Feifan’s surprise, the elder of the Imperial Sword Sect walked in.
Did this old man go crazy trying to take him as a disciple?
He was being overly zealous.
The elder from the Imperial Sword Sect smiled, displaying a Jade Token in his hand. "The challenges outside have ended. The next will be the finals tomorrow. I came to deliver your 500 Spiritual Stones."
Upon completion, he presented the Jade Token to Ren Feifan.
Without a glance, Ren Feifan accepted it.
The elder of the Imperial Sword Sect, Chu Zhonghe, seeing that Ren Feifan trusted him completely, was in high spirits. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Chu Zhonghe, the elder of the Outer Hidden Sect, from the Imperial Sword Sect. Many people call me Elder Chu, and you can do so as well."
Ren Feifan nodded and cupped his hands in farewell. "I appreciate your kindness, Elder Chu."
Elder Chu of the Imperial Sword Sect hadn’t shown any intention of leaving. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked, "Ren Feifan, do you really have no inclination to join the Hidden Sect? To be frank, I think the worldly constraints of Huaxia bound you."
"Don’t worry, Elder Chu. I will return to the Hidden Sect, but not now."