Such a commotion naturally drew countless disciples' attention.
It was hardly unusual for disciples within the sect to spar and offer one another pointers.
But most would take the stage to exchange spells, their auras sweeping in every direction...
Who acted like this?
She looked nothing like a Dao Sect cultivator. Instead, she seemed every bit the brutish, uncouth martial artist.
For a moment,
the disciples passing nearby all stopped to watch, their expressions varied.
Unlike the onlookers, who were simply there for the spectacle,
Chen Yuan and the other two standing not far away stared at the scene before them in astonishment.
Others might not know Lin Feiyan's true capabilities, but how could they not?
Though she usually paid little attention to tempering her body... she was still a mighty cultivator of the Seventh Rank of Chess-Player.
With seven Dao Chess Pieces held in her Qi Sea, constantly nourishing her day and night, her body was so powerful that no ordinary body-tempering method could make up the difference for cultivators of the first or second rank of Chess-Player.
They certainly didn't think Lin Feiyan was deliberately fooling around with everyone... which left only one explanation.
The physical strength of this white-robed woman had reached an utterly inconceivable level.
As more and more people looked their way, Lin Feiyan's face flushed crimson.
Embarrassment was a small matter.
But if this standoff dragged on and some passing steward or elder came along,
they might recognize her as a direct disciple who had sneaked down the mountain. Then she'd be in real trouble.
With that in mind,
Lin Feiyan no longer cared about the sharp pain in her wrist. She hurriedly raised her head and lowered her voice, explaining in a rush, "Fellow Daoist, we were only assigned a trial by the