The commotion naturally drew the attention of countless disciples.
In truth, disciples sparring and offering each other pointers was hardly uncommon within the sect.
But most took to the arena to duel with spells, their energies sweeping back and forth...
Who behaved like this?
It bore no resemblance to Dao Sect cultivators at all, displaying instead the brute force of uncouth martial fighters.
For a moment.
Passing disciples stopped to watch, their expressions varied.
Unlike the others, who were merely enjoying the spectacle.
Chen Yuan and his two companions stood a short distance away, staring at the scene in astonishment.
Others might not know Lin Feiyan's true capabilities, but how could they not?
Even if she rarely focused on tempering her body... she was still a powerful cultivator of the chessmaster seven pieces.
With seven Dao Chess pieces housed in her sea of qi, nourishing her day and night, the strength of her physique was not something ordinary cultivators with one or two pieces in the Chessmaster Realm could match through conventional body-tempering methods.
They certainly did not believe Lin Feiyan was deliberately putting on a show for everyone's amusement... which left only one explanation.
The physical strength of this white-robed young woman had actually reached an inconceivable level.
Seeing more and more people looking their way, Lin Feiyan's face flushed crimson.
Embarrassment was the least of her worries.
If this stalemate continued and attracted some passing steward or elder of the sect.
And they recognized her as a personal disciple who had secretly slipped down the mountain, she would be in serious trouble.
At that thought.
Lin Feiyan could no longer spare a thought for the searing pain in her wrist. She hurriedly lifted her head and explained in a low, urgent voice, "Fellow cultivator, we merely accepted a