Chapter 7
The whole Mountain fell into a confused silence. Many people even thought that long Shen had mistakenly injured himself. They refused to believe that the trash could actually cultivate!
Long Qing was dumbfounded. Not even she could understand what just happened on the stage.
She frowned as she replayed the scene, then a shocking thought appeared in her head. As she remembered that Long Feng wasn't even wary of them the previous day, she was reassured that her thought was right.
"Does that means he could actually cultivate, yet no one in the whole city knows, not even his father? Then could he be at the peak of connate realm Like us, or probably a rank 8 connate cultivator!" She thought. Things were not looking good. It would seem now that he wasn't being foolish when he chose to accept her bet.
She naturally had no idea that he really accepted her bet out of his own recklessness and only began to cultivate after that. She would have been utterly rocked.
"Long Feng wins!" Long qianmu uttered slowly while casting a deep glance at Long Feng. To think this kid had actually managed to fool the whole city.
Long Yuan's arms on the armrest of his chair shook violently as he stared at Long Feng. He was so excited that tears flowed out of his eyes.
He had always thought that his son would remain a cripple for life, unable to cultivate. But today, his son just revealed true strength of a cultivator. He also thought Long Feng was a rank 8 connate cultivator at such a young age, which meant his talent was higher than even Long Qing.
Long feng walked down the stage and went and stood behind his father with a proud smile. Long Yuan looked at his two brothers who had ugly expressions on their faces and smiled.
"Hahaha! What a surprise! Young nephew Feng can cultivate, and his talent seems to be similar to Qing'er and little Wei. The Long clan would probably have a new great genius, that is something to be happy about. Congratulations Clan Chief. Please, take care of little Feng well." Long Yan said with a forced smile.
"Hahaha! Brother Yan is too polite! This untalented kid should have told us that he could cultivate. He came up here and showcased his lacking skills. I will definitely punish him for that. And don't worry about him. I will surely protect him well". Long yuan replied with a loud laugh.
In truth, he was quite happy with Long feng for not telling anyone that he could cultivate. That way, he had directly slapped the faces of his uncles and everyone in the city who said he was trash! The mere thought of that made him feel energized.
Even the four great elders of the clan were quite amazed by Long feng. And even though their cultivation surpassed his by far, they were still unable to see through him. They also didn't know what his cultivation was.
"Young nephew Feng is truly worthy of being the clan Chief's son!" Long Qianmu praised coldly. Then continued the meeting without wasting further time. The air in the mountain seemed to have dropped a bit in temperature though.
"Next contestants are Long Wei against Long meng!" He shouted.
Long meng was a rank 5 connate cultivator, but she instantly gave up.
"Long meng concedes, Long Wei wins!" Long qianmu announced, smiling smugly at Long Yuan.
Long qing's opponent also gave up without fighting!
Other people battled for a while before it was finally Long feng's turn again to go on stage.
"Long Feng against Long Yi" Long qianmu announced.
Long Yi was a rank 6 connate cultivator, the same person who had sworn to swallow his sword if Long Feng was to ever cultivate. He jumped into the stage. Long feng walked into the stage slowly and measured his opponent with a smile.
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Peerless Immortal God
Fantasy"You are destined to die if you continue on this path. You cannot change your fate." He lifted his head to gaze at the heavens, fingers tightening around his sword hilt. "What if I can?" he muttered faintly. "I've done it before. I can do it again."...
