The Name of Genius Spreads! Shocks the Seven Profound Sect!

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind howled fiercely.

Li Feiyu's hand, strong as an iron vise, gripped Han Feng's arm tightly as they sprinted along a path strewn with gravel.

The scenery around them blurred past, and Han Feng stumbled, nearly dragged along the ground.

Where were they going?

Han Feng's heart pounded wildly, a thought flashing through his mind like lightning.

There was only one place in the entire Outer Blade Hall that could make Li Feiyu so unhinged, so ecstatic, that he'd drag him along without a second thought.

The Hall Master's Mansion!

The mobile Attribute Points were taking him to see an even bigger mobile Attribute Point stash!

An opportunity!

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Han Feng suppressed the fervor in his heart, letting Li Feiyu pull him along, his small face carefully displaying a hint of bewilderment and helplessness.

The two raced all the way, soon arriving before a mansion several times more imposing than the ordinary disciple courtyards.

Its vermilion gates stood tall, flanked by two stone lions, solemn and majestic.

This was the residence of Lin Tianhu, the Hall Master of the Outer Blade Hall.

Li Feiyu didn't bother to announce their arrival, didn't even knock. He shoved open the half-closed gate and charged inside, dragging Han Feng with him.

"Hall Master! Hall Master!"

His voice boomed, carrying an uncontrollable excitement that echoed through the silent courtyard.

Inside the main hall, lanterns blazed brightly.

A burly middle-aged man with a naturally stern face sat leisurely sipping tea from a cup. He was Lin Tianhu, the Hall Master of the Outer Blade Hall.

Interrupted by the sudden intrusion and shouting, Lin Tianhu paused mid-motion, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face.

"It's you, Li boy. What's all this fuss at this late hour? Have you no decency?"

He set down his teacup and barked in reprimand.

"What business do you have with me?"

Li Feiyu paid it no mind. He strode up to the hall in a few quick steps, his breath still heavy from the frantic run.

"Hall Master, do you want a disciple?"

Lin Tianhu froze.

He wondered if he'd heard wrong. What nonsense was this?

"A disciple?"

"If you want one, I'll gift you a genius disciple!" Li Feiyu's voice brimmed with the excitement of offering a treasure.

With that, he yanked Han Feng, who had been hiding behind him, out into the open.

Lin Tianhu's gaze finally fell on the little one.

A child of about ten, dressed in a brand-new Outer Disciple uniform, thin and small, looking a bit shy.

This was the genius Li Feiyu was talking about?

Lin Tianhu felt like he was being played. He was about to lose his temper when Li Feiyu spoke up eagerly.

"Hall Master! Don't let his age fool you! I taught him the Positive Yang Force, and it's only been seven days! Just seven days!"

Li Feiyu raised seven fingers and shook them vigorously in front of Lin Tianhu.

"He... he's already reached the fourth layer!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt in the hall.

Lin Tianhu's hand, reaching for his teacup, froze mid-air.

He turned his head slowly, stiffly, to look at Li Feiyu, as if confirming whether the man had lost his mind.

"What did you say?"

"I said, Xiao Feng, in just seven days, has cultivated the Positive Yang Force to the fourth layer! He's already stepped into the realm of a third-rate martial artist!" Li Feiyu repeated each word deliberately, every syllable ringing with conviction.

The air seemed to solidify in that moment.

The displeasure and casualness on Lin Tianhu's face vanished completely, replaced by sheer shock and disbelief.

"Ha..."

He let out a dry laugh and shook his head.

"Li boy, this joke isn't funny at all. Seven days? The fourth layer? Do you take me for a three-year-old? The Seven Profound Sect has stood for a hundred years, and I've never heard of such a marvel!"

He thought Li Feiyu was joking, or that the kid had fooled him.

"If the Hall Master doesn't believe me, you can check for yourself!" Li Feiyu said urgently.

Seeing Li Feiyu's earnest, utterly sincere expression, the doubt in Lin Tianhu's heart finally began to waver.

Although Li Feiyu is impulsive, he never speaks without basis.

Could it be... true?

This thought made his own heart skip a beat.

He said no more, his sharp gaze landing on Han Feng, carrying a scrutinizing pressure.

"You, come here."

Han Feng appeared somewhat fearful, shuffling over in small steps.

Lin Tianhu stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped Han Feng.

Without any hesitation, he reached out with a hand as large as a palm-leaf fan and pressed it directly against Han Feng's back.

A stream of pure and profound Internal Force cautiously probed into Han Feng's body.

Lin Tianhu had originally thought that the child's body would be completely empty at most.

However, the moment his Internal Force entered Han Feng's meridians—

Lin Tianhu's burly frame jolted violently!

That wisp of Internal Force he had sent in vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, instantly swallowed by a torrent of Internal Force that was of the same origin, pure, and surging endlessly!

That Internal Force circulated along the unique path of Positive Yang Force without pause, its degree of refinement and sheer magnitude clearly indicating a firm foothold in the fourth layer, even showing signs of breaking through to the fifth!

"This... this... how is this possible!"

As if burned by a hot iron, Lin Tianhu yanked his hand back, staggering backward a full three steps, the bricks beneath his feet letting out a dull thud.