After deciding to wait, everyone went about their own business.
Chu Feng continued studying the chess manual.
Kong Ci, Xian Yun, and others were also studying the manual, guiding the other juniors in forming strategies and practicing their chess skills.
It wasn’t until the geniuses from the All-Heaven Starfield arrived that Chu Feng and the others stopped.
Chu Feng finally got to see these so-called geniuses from the All-Heaven Starfield.
The All-Heaven Starfield sent only juniors, not many in number—109 in total.
This number was very close to the number of players required for a match of Ancient Martial Chess.
Each side in Ancient Martial Chess required 108 players.
Nangong Yifan, who rarely took action, was the extra one.
The remaining 108 were exactly enough to fill the Ancient Martial Chess board.
They had clearly come prepared, not bringing a single extra person.
Notably, these juniors were all exceptionally strong.
Among them were five Second Rank Venerables, thirteen First Rank Venerables, and the rest were all Martial Immortals. Over twenty were at the peak of Martial Immortal, and even the weakest was a Fifth Rank Martial Immortal.
This showed that the All-Heaven Starfield had no shortage of outstanding young geniuses.
At least, based on the number of geniuses present, they far surpassed the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Even the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars would be at a clear disadvantage here.
This also made Chu Feng understand why, in the eyes of the three cities’ juniors, aside from Linghu Hongfei and himself, the other Ancestral Martial Ten Stars weren’t taken seriously.
Compared to these, the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars’ geniuses were indeed somewhat lackluster.
Though the All-Heaven Starfield had many geniuses, Chu Feng’s attention was mostly drawn to one young man.
He wore a white robe and a hair crown, looking like a scholar, very low-key.
Yet, he exuded an air of arrogance, his gaze filled with contempt—whether toward juniors, peers, or even elders, his eyes carried that same disdain.
This was Nangong Yifan, the top genius of the All-Heaven Starfield, who had clashed with Linghu Hongfei countless times, with no clear victor.
“Brother Nangong, can I spar with you this time, Wuming Yuanzhi?” Wuming Yuanzhi asked.
However, Nangong Yifan didn’t even respond, let alone acknowledge Wuming Yuanzhi. He didn’t even glance at him.
This was true disregard.
But Wuming Yuanzhi was no ordinary person—he was one of the top geniuses of the Starfield Master Realm, with formidable cultivation.
Such a genius, already prideful, would naturally be enraged by such treatment, especially someone as hot-tempered as Wuming Yuanzhi.
“Hey, Nangong Yifan, are you mute or what?” Sure enough, just like when he challenged Chu Feng earlier, Wuming Yuanzhi’s face darkened after being ignored.
“You can’t even beat me, Wuming Yuanzhi, and you want to challenge Nangong Yifan?”
But after Wuming Yuanzhi spoke, a man dressed similarly like a scholar stepped forward from the All-Heaven Starfield’s geniuses.
Though also dressed like a scholar, he was very different from Nangong Yifan. While Nangong Yifan appeared frail despite his haughty gaze, this man was tall, with a fierce demeanor, clearly not someone to mess with.
Most importantly, his cultivation was also Second Rank Venerable.
“Beiyang Luo, do you ever think before you speak?”
“We’ve fought before, and it’s always been a draw. I’ve never beaten you, and you’ve never beaten me. That’s a tie, not me being unable to beat you,” Wuming Yuanzhi argued.
“I’ve said before, I’m no match for Nangong Yifan. Unless you can beat me, you’re not qualified to challenge him,” Beiyang Luo said.
“You!!!” Wuming Yuanzhi gritted his teeth in anger, then roared, “Come on, let’s fight again!”
“Bring it on. You think I’m scared?” Beiyang Luo showed no fear, and as they spoke, both started heading outside, clearly ready for a real fight.
“Enough, Yuanzhi. How many times have you and Brother Beiyang fought? It’s always been a draw. Though you’ve both improved and reached Second Rank Venerable, I’d wager another fight would still end in a stalemate.”
“Besides, the Divine Weapon Graveyard is opening. We should focus on entering it, so stop causing trouble,” Wuming Xiongmo said.
Though they appeared similar in age, Wuming Xiongmo was clearly more mature than Wuming Yuanzhi.
Most importantly, Wuming Yuanzhi seemed to respect Wuming Xiongmo. After he spoke, though still visibly angry, Wuming Yuanzhi only huffed a few times and fell silent.
Afterward, led by Wuming Xiongmo, the Ancestral Martial Starfield juniors began conversing with those from the All-Heaven Starfield.
On the surface, it seemed amicable, but Chu Feng could tell there was deep-seated resentment between the two sides—merely surface politeness.
“If everyone is ready, let’s head to the Divine Weapon Graveyard,” Lord Shoulong said.
“Lord Shoulong, we’re ready,” the juniors said in unison.
“Wait a moment,” Nangong Yifan suddenly spoke, his expression cold, uttering just those three words.
His tone wasn’t a request—it was more like a command.
It made people very uncomfortable.
After all, everyone present, including the All-Heaven Starfield juniors, treated Lord Shoulong with respect—except for him.
His arrogance irked even Chu Feng.
But compared to the others’ displeasure, Lord Shoulong didn’t seem to mind, responding in a kind tone.
“Young Friend Nangong, is something wrong?”
“I have a friend coming,” Nangong Yifan said.
“How long will your friend take to arrive?” Lord Shoulong asked.
“Soon,” Nangong Yifan said.
“In that case, let’s wait a bit,” Lord Shoulong said, ever accommodating.
Surprisingly, after Lord Shoulong agreed, Nangong Yifan didn’t even say thank you or utter another word.
It was as if Lord Shoulong’s agreement was only natural.
This sparked dissatisfaction among the Ancestral Martial Starfield juniors, but when someone tried to confront Nangong Yifan, Lord Shoulong stopped them.
With no other choice, everyone had to wait alongside Nangong Yifan for this person.
Though annoyed by Nangong Yifan’s attitude, many were curious about who this friend could be, to make Nangong Yifan speak up and delay for them.
After all, from their past encounters, they knew Nangong Yifan was extremely aloof.
Not only toward the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s people but even to the All-Heaven Starfield juniors, he was cold.
So, he likely had few friends—not because he couldn’t make them, but because he deemed others unworthy.
Thus, everyone speculated that Nangong Yifan’s friend must be extraordinary.
Driven by curiosity about who this person was, many went outside the Divine Weapon Villa to wait for the arrival.
Chu Feng originally didn’t want to bother, preferring to study the chess manual in his spare time.
But Kong Tianhui’s curiosity was too strong, and he dragged Chu Feng outside the villa.
Everyone was buzzing with discussion, even the All-Heaven Starfield people, speculating about who this person could be.
Only Chu Feng quietly studied his chess manual.
He stood apart, refusing to join the crowd’s gossip.
“Hey, look, that guy’s studying the hardest chess manual. The Ancestral Martial Starfield folks must be desperate to win!”
“Win? Impossible.”
“Forget the manual’s difficulty—with Nangong Yifan here, the Ancestral Martial Starfield will never win.”
While Chu Feng focused on the manual, he could hear mocking voices from the All-Heaven Starfield people.
But he ignored them. Even the Ancestral Martial Starfield juniors didn’t believe in him, so it was only natural for outsiders to mock him.
Chu Feng never cared about such taunts. He preferred to let facts speak for themselves.
Let them mock him now…
But once he stepped onto the Ancient Martial Chess board, he’d show them exactly who he was.
