Ren Feng had no choice but to accept.
The sect tournament had a history on this land that stretched back a long, long time.
According to the rules of the Kunwu Continent's cultivation world, during a grand event like the sect tournament, anyone challenged by someone standing on the arena had no right to refuse. They had to accept the challenge without hesitation.
That meant that even if Cong Linshan were challenged, he would have to appear on the arena and obediently say, "Please instruct me."
The Sect Master would most likely even give you a graceful way out during the sect tournament.
But how you would be treated within the sect after the tournament ended was another matter entirely.
The disciples gathered at Feather Peak's martial arts ground all turned their gazes toward the viewing platform, where Ren Feng stood at the center, surrounded by those lofty, unreachable Spirit Realm powerhouses.
The middle-aged man had lowered brows and deep, restrained eyes. He simply gazed down expressionlessly at the young man's back on the arena.
"This is incredible. Simply incredible."
Whispers rippled through the crowd:
"I thought this was just a sect tournament. Who knew we'd get a spectacle like this?"
"What's going on? Is there some grudge between Special Envoy Ren and Elder Chen?"
"You don't know? Haven't you heard that Sect Master Cong is choosing his successor, and the two he favors most right now are Elder Chen and Special Envoy Ren?"
"Really?"
"I heard Sect Master Cong is a Guiyi Realm cultivator, and Guiyi Realm cultivators generally live for over two thousand years. He's not even five hundred yet. Why is he in such a hurry to choose his successor?"
"The Sect Master must have his reasons."
"That's true."
"Anyway, if you ask me, this sect tournament