Ten Years
"Qin! Shaofeng!"
The people around them could not possibly feel how aggrieved Qin Shaofeng was when he said those words.
All they felt was deep humiliation.
So many restriction cultivators from the Ten Million Great Mountains had actually been insulted by someone who had been in the sect for less than a century. How could they swallow that insult?
A young man who looked refined and scholarly was the first to step out from the crowd.
"Qin Shaofeng, you are a Core Disciple, while I am merely an insignificant Inner Disciple. Do you dare accept my challenge?" the man shouted.
Qin Shaofeng's words had already deeply provoked their pride.
As disciples of the Ten Million Great Mountains, they did not dare act recklessly either.
"Oh?"
Qin Shaofeng was overjoyed inwardly. His gaze swept over the man, and he immediately saw through his cultivation level clearly. With a cold snort, he said, "With your mid-Sixteenth Step cultivation and the foundation of having cultivated the Ten Million Great Mountains' restrictions for at least tens of thousands of years, you want to challenge me, someone who has only been in the sect for a dozen-odd years and whose cultivation is merely at the early Thirteenth Step?"
The man's face flushed red. Just as he was about to speak, Qin Shaofeng's voice rang out again.
"Forget it, forget it!"
Qin Shaofeng shook his head repeatedly, as though bestowing charity. "No matter what, I received the treatment of a Core Disciple the moment I entered the sect. Though I am not yet a true Core Disciple, my status still outweighs yours. If you truly want to challenge me, then go back and prepare yourselves properly. Ten years from now, I will accept your challenges one after another. You will bear the consequences yourselves!"