Spirit Phoenix Body

Upon hearing this,

Xu Hao's heart sank. His expression turned solemn, and he looked at Cheng Buzheng with righteous indignation.

"Martial Brother!"

"This concerns our sect's honor. You absolutely must not bring shame upon our sect!"

Then he continued:

"Do you know our sect's signature divine ability?"

Cheng Buzheng nodded with deep conviction.

Seeing this, Xu Hao put on the kind of acting only a seasoned thespian could manage!

In an instant,

his old face became a study in complexity. Envy mingled with reluctance as his expression shifted with impeccable ease. Then he spoke:

"I heard that if you bring honor to our sect at this Golden Core Banquet, the Ancestor might pass down our sect's signature divine ability, the 'Dragon-Capturing Hand,' to you."

"When that time comes, Martial Brother, you mustn't forget about me!"

Xu Hao spouted nonsense with a perfectly straight face.

Seeing this,

Cheng Buzheng was utterly speechless!

Martial Brother, that carrot you're dangling is far too big.

I can't bite it off.

But after thinking it over, Cheng Buzheng swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.

How could an unremarkable cultivator like him possibly defeat an experienced Golden Core Cultivator?

Putting a cultivator through all this just to test him? Was this some kind of joke?

That old womanizer had gotten himself tangled up in his own love debts, and now he wanted us juniors to pay them off.

That was hardly fair!

Otherwise, even if those Golden Core Cultivators had a hundred times the nerve, they wouldn't dare stir up trouble with the White Cloud Sect.

Cheng Buzheng grumbled inwardly.

Still, Xu Hao was being a little too enthusiastic!

Cheng Buzheng didn't believe that nonsense about protecting the sect's honor.

If there were no benefits involved, then someone must have wanted him to