“Miss Xian Yun is the strategist?”
Hearing Kong Ci’s words, Chu Feng was surprised.
He’d assumed Kong Ci or a genius from the Starfield’s main realm would be in charge, not Xian Yun. She seemed far too gentle compared to the others.
“You don’t know how amazing my Sister Xian Yun is,” Kong Ci said.
But Xian Yun blushed, embarrassed by the praise. “I’m ashamed. Though I’m the strategist, I haven’t led us to a single victory.”
“Ashamed? When Wuming Yuanzhi was in charge, we lost miserably. Last time, under your command, we held our own for a while. Even if we lost, it wasn’t as embarrassing,” Kong Ci said.
“Plus, Xian Yun, you’ve mastered the basic chess manual. I think we just need more teamwork. If we keep at it, we’ll beat the Zhutian Starfield someday.”
“I wouldn’t dare dream of that,” Xian Yun said, shaking her head.
“Come on, Xian Yun, you’re great in every way except you’re too humble. Humility’s fine, but too much isn’t good,” Kong Ci said, turning to Long Ning. “Right, Sister Long Ning?”
“Yep,” Long Ning nodded, blinking her big eyes, looking utterly adorable.
The three girls started chatting, diving into the chess manuals.
They got so absorbed they forgot about Chu Feng and Kong Tianhui.
It was a while before they snapped out of it and noticed Chu Feng.
“Wow, you’re still reading that? You’re really something, thinking you can leap to the top in one go?” Kong Ci teased, seeing Chu Feng not only still studying the top-tier chess manual but sitting cross-legged, engrossed.
“Alright, Sis, let him be. As long as Brother Chu Feng’s happy,” Kong Tianhui said with a grin.
“Fine, whatever. Even if he competes, he’ll just be a low-tier pawn. Let him do what he wants,” Kong Ci said, returning to study the basic chess manual with Xian Yun and Long Ning.
Chu Feng, meanwhile, grew more captivated.
Though the Ancient Warrior Chess was just a martial pastime, it shared similarities with the path of martial cultivation.
The path of cultivation was long and endless, and reaching the peak could take ages.
But the Ancient Warrior Chess was different.
The best training methods and techniques were all here. To Chu Feng, even if he couldn’t master it quickly, grasping the essence was feasible.
“Our three sisters are here!”
A voice rang out, and two figures entered.
They were two dashing men, not only striking but with impressive cultivation—Second Rank Venerable, like Kong Ci and the others.
Their waist tokens marked them as from the Starfield’s main realm.
No introduction was needed—Chu Feng knew they must be Wuming Yuanzhi and Wuming Xiongmo, the top geniuses of the main realm.
“Well, who’s this…”
“Isn’t that Chu Feng?”
The two had been eyeing Kong Ci, Long Ning, and Xian Yun, but their gazes quickly shifted to Chu Feng, excitement evident.
“It really is him! I’m not seeing things, right?”
“Sister Kong Ci, tell me, is this the real Chu Feng?” the more animated one asked, staring at Kong Ci for confirmation.
“If he’s not real, is he fake?”
“Wuming Yuanzhi, you’re getting crazier by the day,” Kong Ci said, glancing at him. Her words confirmed the lively one was Wuming Yuanzhi, so the calmer one must be Wuming Xiongmo.
“Wow, it’s really you, Brother Chu Feng! Pleasure to meet you. I’m Wuming Yuanzhi, from the Starfield’s main realm,” Wuming Yuanzhi said, leaping to Chu Feng’s side.
This guy was bursting with enthusiasm.
“Chu Feng, pleasure to meet you, Brother Wuming,” Chu Feng said, standing and clasping his fists.
“I’m Wuming Xiongmo,” the other said, stepping forward.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Chu Feng replied, returning the courtesy.
“Brother Chu Feng, I’m a straightforward guy, so I’ll cut to the chase.”
“I’ve heard your spirit techniques are incredible, and your spirits are powerful. I’ve been curious about you for a while.”
“Honestly, I don’t care about the other Ancestral Martial Ten Stars, but I want to test your skills,” Wuming Yuanzhi said.
“Sorry, my spirit is in cultivation and can’t spar with you.”
“If Young Master Wuming really wants to spar, how about another day?” Chu Feng said.
“Brother Chu Feng, that’s not giving me face,” Wuming Yuanzhi said, his cheerful expression darkening.
This guy’s mood flipped faster than a book.
“It really isn’t,” Chu Feng said.
“Brother Chu Feng, if you keep this up, you’re forcing my hand,” Wuming Yuanzhi said, his gaze turning hostile.
“If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do,” Chu Feng said, his own expression cooling.
He wasn’t intimidated by Wuming Yuanzhi’s anger, standing firm as if saying, *Do what you want.*
“Hmph, you’d rather drink a toast than a penalty. You asked for this.”
Wuming Yuanzhi swung a punch at Chu Feng’s chest.
The punch landed, pushing Chu Feng back a few steps, but he wasn’t injured.
A glowing barrier surrounded him—spirit power.
Though Chu Feng’s cultivation and bloodline were sealed, and Yu Sha was in cultivation, he could still use his spirit techniques. With them, his combat power rivaled a First Rank Venerable, and with the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak, he could match a Second Rank Venerable.
“Now we’re talking. Brother Chu Feng, let’s not waste time. Release your spirit and let her fight me,” Wuming Yuanzhi said, excited after seeing Chu Feng’s ability.
“As I said, my spirit is in cultivation and can’t fight you.”
“If you don’t believe me, I can’t help it,” Chu Feng repeated.
“Chu Feng, I didn’t expect you to be so arrogant, looking down on me.”
“You think I’m not worthy to be your opponent, huh?” Wuming Yuanzhi asked coldly.
Chu Feng felt helpless. This guy’s moods were mercurial—angry one moment, laughing the next. One second he wanted to hit Chu Feng, the next he was all smiles, calling him “Brother Chu Feng,” only to turn furious again.
*Unpredictable* was the perfect description.
“I’m telling the truth, not looking down on you,” Chu Feng said.
“Fine, then I’ll beat you until you release your spirit.”
Clearly unconvinced, Wuming Yuanzhi attacked again.
He even used a technique to boost his cultivation.
At Second Rank Venerable, Chu Feng could hold his own, but when Wuming Yuanzhi raised his cultivation to Third Rank Venerable, Chu Feng struggled.
*Boom—*
A punch sent Chu Feng flying, crashing into the wall.
The impact shook the hall, and blood trickled from Chu Feng’s mouth.
“Still won’t release your spirit?” Wuming Yuanzhi asked.
“Hmph,” Chu Feng snorted, saying nothing.
“Chu Feng, don’t blame me for getting serious.”
Wuming Yuanzhi moved, appearing before Chu Feng, raising his fist to strike Chu Feng’s face.
His earlier punch had been restrained, a test.
But this one was different.
If it landed, Chu Feng would be gravely injured, if not killed.
*Snap—*
Just as the fist neared Chu Feng’s face, a hand grabbed Wuming Yuanzhi’s arm.
It was Wuming Xiongmo.
