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The man was a battle maniac through and through. If you wanted to befriend Chen Zui, ten thousand words wouldn't do as much as one fight. If you beat him, you wouldn't even need to speak—he'd come chasing after you himself... Well, chasing you for another fight.

Some people were born without ever knowing what it meant to have their edges worn down. They never gave it a thought. They came into the world with a sharpness that drove straight ahead.

Bian Chunchou had a particular way of describing his friend. Put nicely, Chen Zui was hard to faze. Put bluntly, he was missing a few screws.

But it was no exaggeration to say that, among the Qi Refining Peak contestants, Chen Zui drew the most attention. That wasn't just because he had easily beaten Li Anqu, his senior brother from the Outer Sect. The day before, Chen Zui had also won a one-on-one fight against a Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Jiang at the foot of the mountain.

That was right: Yonglu Mountain's disciples had always been well informed. Besides, the victim had been an Outer Sect disciple of their own sect. Their junior sister, now renamed Ming Jing, had turned misfortune into a blessing and advanced rapidly in cultivation, but that didn't mean they couldn't condemn the man who had harmed her.

And so, word of Chen Zui's successful challenge against a higher-ranked opponent spread without wings.

It was... absurd. Past years had seen gifted junior brothers too, but this year seemed to have far too many, each pushing harder than the last. If the older disciples didn't bring out their best, they'd become the waves dashed dead upon the shore.

So Chen Zui found himself served an extra helping by the Foundation Establishment senior brothers and sisters.

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