Chen Fei's expression did not change. His halted steps naturally continued forward as he followed the mountain path toward the summit.
There had been someone spying on him. Though it had flashed by in an instant, Chen Fei had still caught it.
"Was it the Artifact Spirit of Mengying Cave Mansion, or someone else?"
Several thoughts flashed through Chen Fei's mind. The moment had been too brief for him to discern the intent behind that surveillance.
However, compared to before, Chen Fei now harbored a little more wariness. His pace uphill slowed somewhat as well. Moreover, from halfway up the mountain onward, the trials suddenly became much more difficult, while the cultivation methods grew considerably more profound.
Yet the difficulty of the cultivation methods was no issue for Chen Fei. These trials on the mountain path only required one to learn them and display them, rather than attain any particular level of mastery within a short time.
Merely learning them was far too easy for Chen Fei.
Although Chen Fei deliberately slowed his pace, no checkpoint could ever stop him. He drew closer and closer to the mountaintop.
Outside the cave mansion, the onlookers nearly held their breath. The light spot on the mountain path had now reached a position close to the historical top ten.
Over several thousand years, there had been countless prodigies. Those martial artists with truly immense backgrounds might disdain True Man Mengying's inheritance, but ordinary martial artists would still want to make a trip to Mengying Cave Mansion whenever the opportunity arose.
Over all these years, although no one had been able to make Mengying Cave Mansion truly acknowledge them as its master, the person in first place had in fact come extremely close to the summit.
Or rather, everyone in the top ten had