*Buzz—*
As the shock settled, people quickly noticed three brilliant beams of light emerging from the shower of radiance.
Upon closer inspection, they were three Boundary Swords, streaking toward Chu Feng at lightning speed before halting behind him.
“This guy… he actually took down that Supreme?”
The astonishment on everyone’s faces deepened. The swords’ submission to Chu Feng confirmed it—he’d succeeded.
Claiming three Boundary Swords in one go was surprising enough.
But what stunned them more was how Chu Feng had done it—obliterating a Supreme Realm monster with a single punch.
“So, that Supreme Realm monster was just a bluff all along.”
“A bluff? No wonder—it had the aura of a Supreme, but it didn’t seem to notice us or intend to attack. It wasn’t even as tough as the Venerable Realm sword guardian beast.”
“Doesn’t that mean Chu Feng just got insanely lucky?”
Soon, some theorized the monster was a façade, lacking true Supreme strength.
The idea caught on—Chu Feng, a Martial Immortal, couldn’t possibly kill a Supreme with one punch. If the monster was fake, it all made sense.
“Master, that wasn’t a bluff, was it?” Outside, Wuming Xingyun and the others turned to Master Liangqiu.
“Of course not,” Master Liangqiu replied.
“Then how did Chu Feng do it?”
Curiosity burned in their eyes. A Martial Immortal slaying a Supreme—it was beyond belief.
“Only Chu Feng knows what he went through. The sheer impossibility of his feat reflects the impossibility of his journey,” Master Liangqiu said. “The treasure left by the Boundary Spirit Immortal King is meant for someone strong enough.”
At that, Liangqiu Chengfeng and the others looked at Chu Feng with growing admiration.
They didn’t know his trials, but his incredible deed proved one thing—he’d earned the Boundary Spirit Immortal King’s recognition.
He was worthy, however he’d done it.
“Chu Feng, how did you get in here?” Linghu Tiemian demanded coldly.
Linghu Mingye and Linghu Lun joined him, glaring at Chu Feng with suspicion and displeasure.
They believed he hadn’t entered through the twelve zodiac gates—his method felt underhanded, unfair.
“Didn’t you see how I got in?” Chu Feng shot back, his tone sharp, as if regarding Linghu Tiemian and the others as fools.
“We all came through the zodiac entrances. You were eliminated—you’ve got no right to be here,” Linghu Tiemian snapped, laying bare his thoughts.
“Who told you I was eliminated?”
“Do *you* decide if I’m qualified?” Chu Feng sneered.
“You and Wuma Shengjie both picked the Rat Zodiac entrance. He came through it, not you. If you’re not eliminated, what are you?” Linghu Tiemian pressed.
“Let me clarify,” Wuma Shengjie interjected. “I never fought Chu Feng. Even if I had, I couldn’t beat him.”
“Wuma Shengjie, who’re you kidding?”
“If you didn’t fight him, why’d *you* come through the Rat entrance and not him?”
“Don’t tell me Chu Feng *let* you through,” Linghu Tiemian scoffed, his face twisting with mockery and a hint of anger. He thought Wuma Shengjie was covering for Chu Feng.
“Yeah, he did,” Wuma Shengjie nodded.
“You—” Linghu Tiemian’s face turned green with fury. He’d meant to taunt Wuma Shengjie, only for him to admit it outright.
He actually said Chu Feng let him through!
Everyone knew the zodiac entrances allowed only one person at a time within a set period—hence the fierce competition among the juniors. Chu Feng letting Wuma Shengjie pass? Impossible.
Linghu Tiemian didn’t buy it, nor did anyone else.
“Looks like there’s more than just the zodiac entrances to get in,” Linghu Hongfei said slowly. “Brother Chu Feng must’ve found another way, right?”
“Linghu Tiemian, they say the height of your mind determines your strength. No wonder your brother outshines you so much. Look at his thinking—you can’t compare,” Chu Feng said, smirking at Linghu Tiemian.
“You—!” Linghu Tiemian gritted his teeth, seething.
He couldn’t believe Chu Feng’s audacity—showing him up even in front of Linghu Hongfei.
“Brother Chu Feng, I’m Linghu Hongfei. Pleasure to meet you,” Linghu Hongfei said with a warm smile, clasping his fists in greeting.
Chu Feng quickly returned the gesture. “I’m Chu Feng. It’s an honor to meet you, Brother Hongfei.”
“Brother Chu Feng, you’ve claimed all three Boundary Swords. I’m sure you can sense their purpose,” Linghu Hongfei said. “Why don’t we open that gate now? Everyone here could tap into that power—I believe we’d all gain something.”
The crowd stirred at his words. They knew little about the Boundary Swords, but Linghu Hongfei’s suggestion hinted at something extraordinary.
“Brother Hongfei, is this power you’re talking about something that could boost our boundary techniques?” Linghu Yueyue asked.
“Exactly,” Linghu Hongfei nodded.
“Young Master Hongfei, can we still get that power without a Boundary Sword?” someone else chimed in.
“Without a sword, you’ll get less, but you’ll still get something. How much depends on your own comprehension,” Linghu Hongfei explained. “Of course, more swords unlock more power. With five in hand, we can almost fully unleash the Boundary Spirit Immortal King’s stored strength here. Everyone should reap a hefty reward.”
“Amazing!”
“We thought we’d leave empty-handed, but thanks to Young Master Linghu Hongfei!”
“Lord Linghu Hongfei, you’re our savior!”
The crowd erupted in joy, ecstatic at the unexpected boon.
But just as their excitement peaked, eager to claim the Boundary Spirit Immortal King’s treasure, a voice doused them with cold water.
“Sorry, I’m not planning to join in,” Chu Feng said calmly, gazing at the group.
