Chapter 431: Ye Beixuan – All of You, Come at Once
“Benlei, along with my junior, greets master and the senior brothers and sisters.”
The Great Sage Benlei’s expression was filled with respect.
The young man behind him also bowed. “This junior greets the patriarch and the senior uncles.”
Chu Feng smiled and said, “No need for formality. Benlei, it has been a long time. You’ve grown lax in your cultivation.”
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The young master of Thunder Roar Villa looked at the Grand Patriarch in confusion.
Benlei the Great Sage slowly replied, “What master says is indeed true. I have indeed been somewhat negligent in my cultivation lately.”
He was not being modest. He had sensed from Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian, who stood beside Chu Feng, a sense of danger he had never felt before.
These two were clearly only Nirvana cultivators, yet their strength was in no way inferior to his own as a Great Sage.
It seemed that cultivating under master’s guidance was far more beneficial than meditating in solitude.
Chu Feng continued, “If you have time, come to the Wendao Academy to seek guidance from me.”
“Thank you, master.”
Upon hearing this, Benlei felt immense gratitude in his heart.
The members of the Feng family had been watching closely. Hearing the exchange between the two, they all froze in place.
Who exactly was this young man?
Only the Feng family’s patriarch showed a thoughtful expression. Soon, he recalled a rumor from a few years ago.
It was said that Benlei had broken through to the Half-Saint Realm only after receiving the guidance of a hidden expert. Could it be that this young man before them was that very expert?
But now was no time to ponder further, for the martial contest for marriage was about to begin.
After exchanging a few more words with Chu Feng, Benlei led his family’s junior to their seats.
“Patriarch, may I follow you to the Miscellaneous Dao Institute to cultivate?”
The young master of Thunder Roar Villa asked cautiously.
“Of course you may, but whether you can actually enter the Miscellaneous Dao Institute isn’t for me to decide,” Benlei replied calmly.
“Patriarch, rest assured, I will give it my all.”
The young master spoke with excitement.
Benlei did not shatter the boy’s illusion. It was good for the young to have dreams.
As the plaza grew increasingly crowded, the auspicious time for the contest arrived.
“The auspicious hour has come! The martial contest for marriage officially begins!”
With a booming voice, the once lively plaza fell silent.
A Feng family elder appeared on the stage. Bowing in all directions, he declared, “Welcome, fellow Daoists, to our Fire Phoenix Valley’s martial contest for marriage.
Today, whoever claims first place shall marry the Feng family’s direct descendant, Feng Qiongyu, who has already awakened the Phoenix bloodline.”
His words shocked the entire audience. Many gasped aloud.
“The Feng family’s daughter has awakened the Phoenix bloodline? Then her offspring will likely inherit it as well—awakening a Sacred Body in the future would be no problem!”
“What puzzles me is why the Feng family doesn’t simply recruit a son-in-law to keep the Phoenix bloodline within the clan.”
“You don’t understand. The Feng family intends to form an alliance with a powerful faction among many others. Otherwise, why would they allow the backers of these young geniuses to intervene?”
“……”
The Feng elder listened to the murmurs below without interruption. When the noise subsided, he spoke again.
“Now, I will announce the rules.
This contest seeks one with both virtue and talent, a genius capable of surpassing all others. Therefore, there will be no drawing of lots.
Anyone who believes himself capable of winning our Feng family’s daughter may step onto the stage. Whoever can remain standing until sunset shall earn the right to marry her.”
At these words, those eager to compete showed hesitation.
Though the Feng family permitted each faction’s experts to intervene, whoever entered the ring first would be at the greatest disadvantage.
The elder continued, “To ensure fairness, aside from the contestant himself, each faction may send at most three supporters.
Now, I declare the martial contest for marriage officially begun.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and flew back toward the viewing platform.
Everyone found the Feng family’s restriction perfectly reasonable. After all, if each faction were to send over a dozen people to fight in succession, it would inevitably turn into a true battle.
If that happened, they might not only fail to win a wife but also provoke unnecessary trouble—an outcome far from worth the cost.
Just as the Feng family elder returned to his seat, Ye Beixuan rose from his place.
Cao Youqian couldn’t help teasing, “Junior Brother Ye, you look like you’re protecting your wife—just like Senior Brother used to.”
Ye Beixuan smiled lightly. “I simply wish to end this tedious farce as soon as possible.”
Cao Youqian gave him a thumbs-up, then leisurely continued sipping his tea.
Ye Beixuan leaped onto the arena in a single motion. The onlooking cultivators hadn’t expected a prodigy from the Wendao Academy to step forward first.
Many young experts who had originally planned to show off their strength immediately gave up on that idea.
Ye Beixuan’s calm gaze swept across everyone present as he spoke indifferently, “All those who wish to marry Junior Sister Feng, come up together. Otherwise, later you may not even have the courage to step onto the stage.”
The entire plaza instantly fell silent.
Moments later, a wave of uproar erupted.
“Who is this person? His tone is unbelievably arrogant. He’s merely a disciple of the Wendao Academy—does he really think he can take on a hundred people alone?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen this kid before, but I can tell he’s definitely not Xiao Chen or Cao Youqian.”
“……”
The Feng family members were stunned.
In their impression, this youth had always been one who showed little respect for his elders, but they hadn’t expected him to boast so brazenly.
Only Feng Qiongyu looked visibly excited, her eyes shining like stars.
Sitting beside her, Feng Mu asked, “Qiongyu, is Beixuan always like this?”
Feng Qiongyu shook her head. “No, Senior Brother Ye is usually calm and steady, far more composed than one would expect from someone his age.”
Feng Mu, understanding a maiden’s heart, smiled. “It seems your Senior Brother Ye values you quite a lot.”
“Hmph!”
Feng Fu, hearing this, snorted coldly. “That arrogant boy will soon have something to cry about.”
Finally, someone below the stage couldn’t hold back and jumped up.
A burly man shouted, “Boy, you’re too arrogant! Let me face you with my Mountain-Splitting Axe!”
Ye Beixuan glanced at him. “You alone, a mere True Fate cultivator, are not enough.”
“Then add me, Bai Ma Yinqiang!”
With that, a handsome man mounted on a white horse stepped onto the stage and declared, “I have always fought as one with my steed. Dare you face me together?”
“Why wouldn’t I dare?”
Ye Beixuan smiled. “But two True Fate cultivators won’t even touch the hem of my robe. You might as well wait a little longer.”
To the crowd, his words were an unmistakable provocation.
In the next instant, several more figures appeared on the arena...
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