Sword vs. Sword, Riding a Soul Beast Back to the Inner Court

"Alright! Let me recover my Soul Power first."

Qian Chaoyun agreed, took out a Milk Bottle, and began restoring his Soul Power.

In the Inner Court, Chen Zifeng was one of the few people he got along with. His personality was fairly straightforward.

The only pity was that he would go offline too early.

If that part of the plot really came, Qian Chaoyun would consider stepping in to save his life.

An hour later, Qian Chaoyun had recovered his Soul Power.

Chen Zifeng had also adjusted himself to peak condition. Drawing the Soul Chasing Sword, he pointed it toward the field. "Brother Chaoyun, come on!"

Without another word, Qian Chaoyun stepped into the field.

At that moment, Gong Changlong became interested. Looking over the two youngsters in the field, he laughed. "You two little brats—whoever wins, I'll give you a Ten-Year White Tiger Soul Beast to ride around the Academy."

Chen Zifeng said irritably, "Elder Gong, you're too stingy. Aren't you embarrassed to offer anything less than a Hundred-Year Soul Beast?"

Qian Chaoyun merely smiled without speaking.

Gong Changlong blew his beard and glared in fury. "You little bastard, you're not even fully grown and you dare talk such big!"

It was not that he was unwilling to give one away. A Ten-Year Soul Beast had no offensive power and had already been tamed.

If he really gave them a Hundred-Year Soul Beast and it injured someone, the blame would fall on the Beast King.

Gong Changlong would not do something that stupid.

In the field, the two exchanged smiles. A Ten-Year Soul Beast was still quite an enticing prize.

After all, using a Soul Beast as transportation was unprecedented. Whoever won would get a Ten-Year White Tiger—just thinking about it was exciting.

The two met each other's eyes, cold light flashing in their gazes.

With a clang, Chen Zifeng struck first. He moved incredibly fast, slashing directly toward Qian Chaoyun.

The Sword Qi emitted by the Soul Chasing Sword was no weaker either.

Qian Chaoyun took a step back, gripped the hilt with his right hand, and assumed a sword-drawing stance as Chen Zifeng drew closer and closer.

Draw!

With a hum, a sharp sword flash swept forth. Chen Zifeng's Soul Chasing Sword collided directly with that fierce Sword Qi.

In an instant, he staggered back several steps, his right hand trembling.

What domineering physical strength.

Chen Zifeng gave the assessment of an expert. Then he spun through the air, using the force of his momentum to slash at Qian Chaoyun, sword flashes surging forward in an unending assault.

Faced with such an attack, Qian Chaoyun drew his sword and advanced. He continuously deflected the force from Chen Zifeng's strikes, borrowing that force in return. Their swords clashed again and again, scattering sparks.

The two traded blows, each possessing their own advantages.

In terms of the sharpness of their Sword Qi, Qian Chaoyun's sword was even more terrifying. With every collision, Chen Zifeng could feel the murderous aura that seeped in through every opening.

Such an aura could only be formed by killing many people.

His Artifact Martial Soul clearly did not possess it.

After several exchanges, Qian Chaoyun's sword had come within less than two centimeters of his throat. He had nearly been defeated.

The students watching from the side were left numb.

The clashes between senior students were simply too fierce. They could exchange blows without using Soul Skills—an ordinary person would have long since been chopped into minced meat.

The female students watched while scoring them.

Chen Zifeng's sword was powerful, but it clearly lacked Killing Intent. Their verdict was: impressive.

Senior Chaoyun was handsome, his sword techniques were dazzling, and he showed no mercy—every move was lethal. They unanimously rated him as extremely impressive, with the added bonus of being handsome.

The male students nearby snorted disdainfully, mocking the girls for only caring about superficial things.

Gong Changlong praised, "Good, good, good! As expected of elite disciples of the Inner Court. Oh, right—Qian Chaoyun is also this old man's disciple. I should say, as expected of this old man's disciple."

At that thought, he burst into loud laughter, planning to stroll around in front of the other Resident Elders later.

The disciple trained by this old man was indeed formidable.

In the field, the battle gradually began to reveal its victor. Qian Chaoyun grew stronger as the fight went on, and several swings of the holy sword in his hand left flesh wounds on Chen Zifeng.

At last, Qian Chaoyun raised his hand, and the holy sword in his grasp actually flew out on its own to fight Chen Zifeng.

Chen Zifeng's eyes widened.

That worked too?

In that brief moment of distraction, the Angel Holy Sword found an opening and knocked Chen Zifeng's sword away.

Thus, the match ended.

Qian Chaoyun recalled his sword and smiled. "I only won by a narrow margin."

Chen Zifeng gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "You're being modest. I can't beat you. Your sword is very strong, and you held back against me. If it had been anyone else, they would have lost long ago."

He had no choice but to admit that.

Qian Chaoyun was truly strong—strong enough to drive his peers to despair. He truly was an Unrivaled Prodigy of his generation.

He could already be considered one of the Academy's future prides.

Qian Chaoyun remained humble in response. "Brother Chen's swordsmanship isn't bad either. It's far stronger than that guy Dai Yueheng."

Chen Zifeng smiled awkwardly, thinking of Dai Yueheng's simple and brutal fighting style.

Dai Yueheng's rating decreased by [1 point]

"Good, good, good!"

At this moment, Gong Changlong, who had witnessed the entire battle, stepped into the field. Patting both of them on the shoulders, he said, "You two did well. Chen Zifeng is not bad, and Qian Chaoyun is very strong too. Kid, you'd better come to this old man's place more often in the future. Your cultivation resources will be fully covered."

"Since you're both so capable, this old man is in a good mood. One Ten-Year White Tiger for each of you."

Chen Zifeng was overjoyed and clasped his hands respectfully. "Thank you, Elder Gong."

"Thank you, Teacher," Qian Chaoyun said.

At that, Gong Changlong grinned from ear to ear.

Although he had lost a ten-thousand-year Flame Demon Tiger today, he was unusually delighted. He turned and led the two of them into the Beast Arena to collect their mounts.

Before long, Qian Chaoyun rode out of the Beast Arena on a Ten-Year White Tiger in grand style.

Not only had he completed the first assessment, but he had also obtained a Ten-Year White Tiger. Riding it was incredibly impressive.

This felt amazing!

With that in mind, Qian Chaoyun checked the second task and decided to carry it out tomorrow. He then rode his white tiger around the Outer Court.

Within less than an hour, countless Students had seen Qian Chaoyun riding a white tiger around the Academy.

The Students all revealed envious looks.

They wanted to ride white tigers too.

Unfortunately, they did not possess that kind of strength, nor had they heard that the Academy offered such benefits.

It happened to be when the New Students had just gotten out of class.

Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao ran into Qian Chaoyun riding his white tiger.

Huo Yuhao exclaimed, "Senior, you're incredible! You can actually ride a white tiger around the Academy. You're practically our role model."

Xiao Xiao blinked and carefully examined Qian Chaoyun.

So this was the all-powerful Senior Yuhao and Wang Dong had talked about. He really was quite imposing.

Of course, where there was joy, there was sorrow.

Dai Huabin happened to see him as well. His teeth itched with anger, and he turned around and left this heartbreaking place.

Wu Feng and Ning Tian also happened upon him and could not help voicing their admiration.

Wu Feng bounced up and down, pointing at Qian Chaoyun as he rode around the Academy. "Sister Ning, that white tiger is so cool! I want to ride a white tiger too. Can we get one?"

"White tiger..."

Upon hearing those words, Ning Tian inexplicably felt that something was wrong. She subconsciously glanced downward, and her pretty face instantly flushed red.

She grabbed Wu Feng and turned to leave.

Poor Wu Feng still looked back longingly every three steps as she was dragged away.

It was not until nightfall.

Qian Chaoyun rode his white tiger back to the Inner Court, looking incomparably flashy.

Honestly, it was easier to show off in the Outer Court.

The people in the Inner Court were all more pretentious than the last. Even riding a white tiger, he could not show off in front of them—they all looked down their noses at others.

There was no helping it. The Inner Court had too many powerful people, all of them heirs to the major clans.