Compared to the shock of the All-Heavens Sect disciples, the onlookers outside were already accustomed to Chu Feng’s actions.
After all, Chu Feng had repeatedly ignored the array, effortlessly claiming the treasures within, right under their noses.
But his eighth-grade Venerable cultivation still stunned them.
From the moment Chu Feng first revealed his strength until now, he had continuously challenged their understanding of a junior’s potential, step by step.
Many turned their gazes to the Wind Thunder Sword Sect Leader.
The older generation, in particular, had eyes full of envy.
They knew the Wind Thunder Sword Sect would never be the same.
It might even surpass the other five major forces.
Not for any other reason, but because an extraordinary disciple had emerged in the sect.
This disciple was called Wang Chen.
Previously unknown, he had now made a name for himself, leaving an unforgettable impression.
“What a line, ‘Who’s your ally?’”
“It seems in this Wang Chen’s eyes, our five major forces aren’t even worthy of being allies to the Wind Thunder Sword Sect.”
“What a remarkable disciple the Wind Thunder Sword Sect has raised.”
The Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain Sect Leader spoke with a mocking tone.
Yet, this time, the Wind Thunder Sword Sect Leader didn’t respond.
His face bore an unreserved smile.
He was overjoyed, ecstatic, and in such a great mood that he didn’t bother with the Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain Sect Leader’s taunts.
If Wang Chen’s performance was a surprise to everyone, to him, it was a monumental delight.
In his eyes, Ouyang Pingzhi had been the sect’s greatest genius, groomed as the future pillar of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect.
But despite Ouyang’s talent, he could never stand out among the top disciples of the six major forces.
Just moments ago, during Nangong Yifan’s battle with Shentu Haoli, the Sect Leader’s attention had been fixed on Ouyang Pingzhi’s fight with Song Jinglun.
He cared deeply about that match, seeing it as a matter of honor.
But as he watched Ouyang Pingzhi gradually suppressed by Song Jinglun until defeat was certain, his heart bled.
Ouyang Pingzhi represented the Wind Thunder Sword Sect.
His loss meant the defeat of all the sect’s disciples.
In that moment, the Sect Leader felt not just a loss of face but profound disappointment.
Yet, who could’ve imagined that when he thought all honor was lost, Wang Chen would rise out of nowhere?
Not only was Song Jinglun no match for him, but nearly all disciples from the six major forces couldn’t stand against him.
His entrance was unstoppable!!!
An eighth-grade Venerable aura—regardless of the means—outshone all disciples of the six major forces, earning even the older generation’s admiration.
In this moment, the Wind Thunder Sword Sect Leader wasn’t just vindicated; he saw a bright future for his sect.
“Elder Wang.”
Suddenly, he turned to an elder.
This elder, Wang Shangkun, was not only a sect elder but also Wang Chen’s grandfather.
“Here, sir,” Wang Shangkun responded, rising respectfully to bow.
Though his face showed deference, his heart was bursting with joy.
After all, the genius who had stunned the crowd was his own grandson.
“You’ve raised a fine grandson, bringing great merit to our sect. I shall reward you.”
“From today, you’ll be the Master of the Scripture Repository.”
The Wind Thunder Sword Sect Leader declared.
“Thank you, thank you, Sect Leader!”
Wang Shangkun was so moved he nearly cried.
Previously, he was one of eight elders managing the Scripture Repository.
Though he held some status, it paled compared to the Repository Master, one of the most prestigious and powerful positions in the sect, second only to the Sect Leader and Supreme Elders.
It was a position he’d never dreamed of reaching.
Now, achieving it filled him with overwhelming joy, tears welling in his eyes.
“Wang Chen, oh, Wang Chen. I thought you were a slacker, only improving your cultivation because I dragged you along.”
“Who knew you were hiding so deep? What kind of opportunity did you seize to gain such power?”
“I never expected you to surpass your father or me. You’re the one bringing glory to our Wang family.”
In his elation, Wang Shangkun mentally praised his grandson, whose reputation had been lackluster.
To him, this wasn’t just his grandson anymore—he could be his ancestor!
His future now depended on this grandson.
“Grandpa!!!”
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
Wang Shangkun’s heart jolted.
The voice was so familiar, like his grandson Wang Chen’s.
But Wang Chen was clearly inside the barrier world. How could the voice come from outside?
Someone’s impersonating my grandson?
Furious, he turned toward the source of the voice.
But what he saw froze him.
At the source stood disciples of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect, looking utterly disheveled, their bodies carved with words.
The words were humiliating: “Fratricide, beastly scum, worse than pigs and dogs.”
Yet, Wang Shangkun instantly recognized one of them as his grandson, Wang Chen.
“Chen’er?”
“What… what’s going on?”
Wang Shangkun was stunned, his gaze darting between the real Wang Chen and the figure in the barrier world.
The more he looked, the more panicked he became.
From their demeanor, expressions, and tone, the disheveled figure seemed more like his grandson.
“What… what is happening?”
Not just Wang Shangkun, but the Wind Thunder Sword Sect Leader and everyone present were dumbfounded, their faces a mix of shock.
“Grandpa, I was captured by a villain!”
Wang Chen said, his voice breaking with sobs.
He pointed at the mirrored image in the void, directly at Chu Feng.
“That person captured us and impersonated me.”
“He’s a villain, here to steal the treasures of our six major forces!!!”
The crowd fell silent, but Wang Chen’s voice rang clear.
Everyone heard his words distinctly.
Impersonation. Theft. These simple words revealed the truth.
The invincible genius in the barrier world wasn’t from the Wind Thunder Sword Sect—he was an imposter!!!
Now they understood why he dared to harm other disciples and refused to acknowledge allies.
He wasn’t part of the six major forces at all!!!
“Hahaha!!!”
Suddenly, a wild laugh erupted, like ten thousand thunderclaps shaking the heavens.
It came from the Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain Sect Leader.
