Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor

Chu Feng glanced indifferently at these people and headed straight to the third floor.

When he reached the stairway, two Inner Sect Guardians blocked his way.

"I am looking for Senior Qiu Jizi, to apply for the qualification of Instructor Elder!" Chu Feng clasped his hands and stated truthfully.

"You, a Late Stage Sword Saint, want to apply for the qualification of Instructor Elder?" The two Inner Sect Guardians tilted their heads and scrutinized Chu Feng. It wasn't that they were deliberately making things difficult for Chu Feng; their duty required them to strictly check the qualifications of everyone attempting to climb these stairs.

The third level of the Chuan Gong Hall is certainly one of the core areas of the Sect.

Random people are strictly not allowed up there.

Many aspire to become Instructor Elders, but the ones who pass the scrutiny and earn the qualification are few indeed.

These two Guardians had also applied for the qualification of Instructor Elder, and all had been rejected.

"The bun is not crumpled but the meat inside! Please make an exception," Chu Feng patiently explained.

Forcing his way through was certainly not something he dared to do.

"Hmph, this place is no ordinary spot. If you had a Seven-star Sword God Cultivation or higher, we would definitely let you try. But you, a Late Stage Sword Saint, that's simply ridiculous."

The expressions of the two Guardians grew colder, showing no intention of making accommodations.

"The two Guardians are wise not to let this lad up. Last time he ascended to the third floor, using only two and a half hours, and made a huge show of it. Since then, he's become arrogant, thinking too highly of himself."

"In fact, it was nothing much."

Several followers of Han Sheng approached, though Han Sheng himself was nowhere to be seen, likely still cultivating in the Gui Xu Secret Realm.

At Han Sheng's level, most of the time is spent in secluded, intensive cultivation.

Whether comprehending Swordsmanship or cultivating Cultivation Techniques, there is seldom free time.

Visits to the Chuan Gong Hall are usually timed, only coming on the first and fifteenth days to hear lectures.

The one in the lead, who was at the front, was terrifying in strength.

Even stronger than Qin Shan.

This person, tall and slim with fair skin and lofty brows, clearly had an air of arrogance.

Chu Feng remembered, this person was called Ye Lang.

Chu Feng could not see through his exact cultivation, but based on the Qi Mechanism Sensing and his supreme status among Han Sheng's followers, it could be inferred he might possibly possess Nine-star Sword God Cultivation.

Back then, Chu Feng remembered this person had even held the Number Ten platform of the Heavenly List for a while.

Later, it was unknown how he got displaced.

After all, the Inner Sect is full of devils, and the battle for the Heavenly List is fiercely competitive.

Chu Feng was already somewhat upset being stopped by the two Inner Sect Guardians, and now these people came over to kick him while he was down, taking the opportunity to insult Chu Feng verbally.

This was intolerable.

"I used two and a half hours to reach the third floor, and it's nothing to boast about. But may I ask Brother, how long did it take you when you first climbed to the third floor? An hour, or half an hour?"

Chu Feng asked with a face full of sarcasm.

When Ye Lang first climbed to the third floor, not only did it take him a full eighteen hours, but it was also only on his second attempt.

Faced with Chu Feng's public challenge, his horse-like face immediately flushed crimson.

"Hmph, it's none of your business how long I took!" If it weren't for the rule against fighting in the Chuan Gong Hall, Ye Lang would have definitely slapped Chu Feng to death.

"Oh~! Afraid to say it because it's embarrassing, so you choose to cover it up."

One should not slap the face nor reveal others' shortcomings.

Chu Feng deliberately elongated his tone, exposing Ye Lang's shortcomings, which immediately infuriated Ye Lang. His fists clenched with a crackling sound, showing a fierce readiness to strike.

"Fine, I can't be bothered to ask how long it took you to reach the third floor. All of you, aren't you questioning my ability to serve as the Instructor Elder? Aren't you slandering me, intentionally causing trouble here?"

"How about a bet? If I pass the assessment today and obtain the qualifications of the Instructor Elder, each of you owes me two Spirit Stones. If I don't, I'll compensate each of you with one."

Chu Feng purposefully set the odds at two to one to lure these people in.

Spirit Stones are valuable—you need them for cultivation and fighting enemies. They can even save your life at crucial moments or turn the tide of battle.

Unfortunately, Spirit Stones are too precious, and even having money might not guarantee you can buy them.

Right now, these people are all restless, trying to trample on Chu Feng and prevent him from taking the qualification assessment for the Instructor Elder. Naturally, Chu Feng wanted to make them pay a price and bleed a bit.

As for fighting, Chu Feng certainly couldn't beat them at the moment.

But a bet would do.

It would be great to win a few Spirit Stones from these people.

Ye Lang and the others apparently didn't expect Chu Feng to propose a bet; they exchanged looks and whispered among themselves.

"This kid seems pretty confident. Could he really be sure of passing the Instructor Elder's assessment?"

"Brother Ye thinks too highly of him. A Late Stage Sword Saint, no matter how strong, definitely can't have that ability."

"This boy is extremely cunning; he might just be bluffing to make us back off."

Six of Han Sheng's followers debated heatedly, each holding their own opinion.

"A bunch of cowards, can't even lose two Spirit Stones? If you're scared to bet, then you're admitting that I have the capability to pass the Instructor Elder's assessment. All of you, get lost and don't spout nonsense here."

Chu Feng pointed at them and cursed, angering them even further.

"Let's bet then. We have six people; we'll make you cry later!" Ye Lang led the agreement.

"No evidence, no proof. I want a written agreement!" Chu Feng demanded documentation, fearing they might deny it later.

"We'll write it!"

Ye Lang immediately fetched paper and a pen to write the wager with Chu Feng. They made two copies.

Chu Feng held one copy, and Ye Lang and the others held another.

"Fine! If you two guardians don't let me go up, feel free to sign and stamp the wager too. If I lose, I compensate you with Spirit Stones; if I win, you gift me Spirit Stones."

Chu Feng said to the two guardian protectors.

The two protectors hesitated for a moment, but finally they really did sign and stamp the wager.

They clearly didn't believe Chu Feng could pass the assessment.

"Boy, if you fail the Instructor Elder's qualification assessment, not only will you compensate us with Spirit Stones, but we'll also give you a beating."

"Just wait and see!"

Chu Feng immediately began climbing upwards.

Compared to his first climb, Chu Feng found this one much easier and much quicker.

It only took him an hour to successfully reach the third floor.

Qiu Jizi still appeared like a drunkard.

"Senior Qiu, I'm here to apply for the qualifications of the Instructor Elder!" Chu Feng said with a bow.

Qiu Jizi's left eye slightly opened a slit, glanced at Chu Feng, and then suddenly sat up.

"Ah, it's you, kid. Last time you promised to brew some fine wine for me, did you bring it?" Qiu Jizi's impression of Chu Feng was still rather deep.