The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 931 - 0931 Friendly Exchange

Chapter 931: Chapter 0931 Friendly Exchange

After a cup of light tea, Long Fei and Chu Feng, seeing that there was nothing amiss, stood up and clasped their fists to bid farewell to the old man.

The old man rose to see them off, staring at the black and white chessboard on the table and gently tapped it.

The black and white pieces rearranged themselves on it, and the rocks in the courtyard also started to move.

He frowned tightly and said, "My precious chess formation, fortunately researched for a hundred years and considered flawless, unexpectedly was broken by this youngster in one move."

The rocks and gravel paths in this courtyard were actually the black and white flags on his chessboard.

Though the formation could be broken using brute force, it would not show a person’s level.

Long Fei casually stomped his foot, and the dead end that the old man thought was unbreakable was easily solved, which took him by surprise.

Days are long; he, minding his dignity, didn’t ask Long Fei for advice and decided to wait for another time.

In fact, Long Fei didn’t understand the chess formation at all, but he knew formation and spatial laws.

The formations left by the Ancestor of the Long Family—he had already studied several of them, which far surpassed the understanding of this world.

The old man was still stuck on breaking the chess with chess, while Long Fei could already break formations with formations.

Even without understanding the chess, he could easily break this formation.

In the end, the precious chess formation was just another formation.

After the two left the courtyard of the Sect Leader, Murong Chong and a group of disciples surrounded them, their faces filled with anger.

The crowd buzzed with discussion; the gist was that these two had insulted the name of the Divine Sword Sect.

Using the banner of the Divine Sword Sect to misbehave outside.

They thought the Sect Leader would harshly discipline them, only for the duo to emerge full of ease.

Chu Feng’s eyes swept over a group of female cultivators; he waved at them, causing many of the females to blush and shyly twist away.

The girls of this world, especially the female cultivators, were not like those in their world.

Men and women barely spoke, "look not upon, speak not of" was highly conservative.

His blatant flirting in the Divine Sword Sect had angered the already dissatisfied disciples.

Someone immediately stood up, sword in hand, and said to the two, "How dare, the two of you are too bold. Insulting the name of the Divine Sword Sect and making light of our junior sisters, do you still have any rules in your eyes?"

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow and said, "Why are you so agitated? I was just greeting the junior sisters! If you are jealous, you can greet them too, right?"

"You still dare to talk back?"

The disciple ground his teeth, looking at him and said, "Do you dare to face me in the combat arena?"

"Combat arena?"

Chu Feng, full of interest and flicking his hair towards a group of curious girls, haughtily accepted the challenge, "Sure, let’s have some fun!"

Disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, apart from chasing the Demon Clan, hardly ever got the chance to spar with disciples from other sects.

Now that an opportunity had arisen, the group of disciples went wild, rapidly spreading the news across the whole sect.

Sword light flickered, and multiple sword shadows fell on the combat arena.

This was atop a mountain which had been leveled by a high expert, surrounded by one hundred and eight stone pillars.

Long Fei looked around, estimating the area to be about the size of two soccer fields.

Such a grand formation, even the impact of a Nascent Soul Realm could be blocked.

Chu Feng and the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect stood in the middle, surrounded by over a thousand disciples.

These were all Inner Sect Disciples of the Divine Sword Sect; Outer Sect Disciples were not allowed to enter here.

Beside Long Fei, Murong Chong chatted casually with Long Fei.

Although he was not satisfied with the actions of the two, the Sect Leader treated them as guests. His junior behaving so wildly made Murong Chong feel somewhat embarrassed.

Long Fei, however, expressed his interest, "Fellow Daoist Murong, from now on, we are neighbors and should communicate more to make progress. Those who follow the cultivation path should never confine themselves to old ways. If one always thinks that only their sect has the best resources, then they are really taking a narrow view."

These major sect disciples always took pride in their own sects.

As a Sect Leader’s disciple, Murong Chong was no exception and spoke for his sect, "Fellow Daoist Long is right, but excellence lies in depth not breadth. Our Divine Sword Sect has been intensely focusing on the Sword Dao for ten thousand years, reaching a divine mastery in this field. If we abandon what our sect teaches and start envying what others have, wouldn’t we be fickle-minded?"

Long Fei was not fond of this sense of honor among major sect disciples, which made them think their sect was the best in the world.

They only focused on what their sect taught, looking down upon the teachings of other sects, especially those from heterodox paths.

Long Fei, smiling, asked, "Then, Fellow Daoist Murong, who do you think will win between my brother and your junior?"

Murong Chong considered himself well-informed, but he couldn’t see through the cultivation levels of the two.

He thought that considering their youth, the highest they could be was similar to his own, within the Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm.

He introduced Long Fei to his junior, "This junior of mine, with the surname Wang and named Zongcheng, also known as Little Whirlwind, broke through to the Core Formation Stage at eighteen and has now reached the cultivation of the Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm. Forgive my presumption, but I can’t think of any reason he would lose this competition."

Long Fei laughed heartily, "Then let’s wait and see."

On the arena, Wang Zongcheng deliberately delayed time, holding his sword and wanting to defeat Chu Feng in front of more fellow disciples.

More and more people gathered around the arena, both male and female cultivators, quickly amounting to over two thousand.

Long Fei looked around, silently astonished.

The worst cultivation among these disciples was at the Initial Stage of Core Formation.

There were at least five hundred Half-Step Nascent Soul disciples, each radiant and spirited.

To think, their Yin Yang Sect, at full strength, had only a hundred Core Formation disciples.

The lowest cultivation there were Foundation Establishment disciples.

Compared to such a large sect, they were simply insignificant.

He thought about Mount Shu and the other Four Great Sects of South Yangtze, developing a new understanding of the world’s power structures.

Seeing that almost everyone had gathered, Wang Zongcheng drew a divine level longsword, shouted at Chu Feng, "Show your magic artifact!"

Chu Feng laughed, "To deal with you, I still need a magic artifact? Are you insulting me?"

A chorus of disapproving hisses rose in the arena, with countless people harboring a killing intent towards Chu Feng.

Yet, Chu Feng remained unfazed, tossed his hair at the surrounding female cultivators, and shouted, "Ladies, I am Chu Feng from your neighboring Yin Yang Sect. Feel free to visit for tea, chess, hot pot, or singing. The door of our Yin Yang Sect is always open to you, welcome anytime!"

"Go to hell!"

Wang Zongcheng, furious, slashed out with his longsword.

His nickname was Little Whirlwind, and the technique he practiced naturally related to the Wind Element Force.

With his slash, the Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm power was unleashed without reservation, forming a massive whirlwind in the arena.

Within the whirlwind, fierce sword qi swirled uncontrollably.

Undoubtedly, a tank caught in it would be twisted into scrap.