What Kind of Talent Did Zhao Changfeng Have?

"I'll do it!"

"I'll do it!"

Two more disciples of the Primal Demon Temple leaped down and stood before Zhao Changfeng in the cold night as the snow intensified.

"Call!"

Zhao Changfeng exhaled and flicked his demonic Demon Saber, instantly turning the surrounding snowflakes into white smoke.

"No need for that, you two can go together."

With a slight thought, Zhao Changfeng released strands of his Divine Sense, which became multiple anchor points for his "Divine Escape Art".

A crimson blade of light tore through the night sky.

He burst forth with Qi and Blood, vanishing into thin air before the two of them, only to suddenly reappear at the anchor point.

It flickers like a ghost.

A barrage of sword lights swept in, enveloping the two from all directions, but Zhao Changfeng could not catch a glimpse of them and did not know their exact location.

At the same time, the "Doppelganger Shadow-Splitting Great Art" reappeared.

Several Crimson Blood Shadow, almost realistic, stepped out from a thick blood mist, wearing the distinctive crimson robes of the Crippled Demon Sect, their bodies clearly showing their bones and flesh.

Zhao Changfeng's true form became increasingly elusive.

"Blood Shadow Art."

"Blood Shadow Movement Technique."

"Divine Escape Art."

"Doppelganger Shadow-Splitting Great Art"

These Crippled Demon Sect Cultivation Method techniques, not uncommon among demonic sects, were combined and performed by Zhao Changfeng, displaying boundless wonder that dazzled the audience.

The two Primal Demon Temple disciples, both at the Great Perfection of the Primordial Spirit, were equally dazzled and unable to distinguish which was real and which was fake.

The two could only defend passively.

However, without the "Wood-Leaf Scale Armor" for self-defense, their Devil Cultivation Method, unable to find a real target, bombarded the air for a long time without hitting the intended target.

A moment later.

Two perfectly healthy heads, along with the blood spurting upwards from their necks, shot into the sky almost simultaneously.

Two more people were killed by Zhao Changfeng.

Blood rained down sparsely, mingling with snowflakes, creating vivid, blood-red flowers on the white, rocky ground.

The Blood Shadow converged, and Zhao Changfeng's true form reappeared, wielding a knife.

He fell silent, only looking up at the towering ship in the sky, waiting for the next, or the next wave of, opponents.

However, no one jumped off the ship.

Zhao Changfeng!

On the Spirit Towers, the disciples of the Crippled Demon Sect suppressed their excitement and whispered.

Many young and beautiful female disciples spend most of their time in seclusion in the Spirit Tower, cultivating diligently, and did not participate in the trip to the Marsh Forest.

This was the first time they had ever met Zhao Changfeng.

The Demonic Dao reveres the strong; combat power almost represents everything.

Zhao Changfeng was already handsome, and his aura was even more arrogant and sharp, perfectly matching their fantasies about a prodigy in the Demonic Dao.

They were captivated by it.

This moment.

They gazed at Zhao Changfeng as if they had just drunk fine wine; their youthful and beautiful faces were flushed, like a series of beautiful paintings.

Ruan Meizhen is one of them.

Despite having turned down countless invitations due to Zhao Changfeng's decision, she remains Teng Kun's disciple.

She stood amidst the swirling snowflakes, her fiery figure drawing frequent glances from her fellow disciples nearby. Yet, she remained fixed on Zhao Changfeng, her beautiful eyes brimming with a complex mix of emotions, her thoughts unreadable.

Some cheered, while others felt ashamed.

Lin Ruonan and Pang Fan quietly concealed themselves again, feeling that others were looking at them with strange eyes.

"My teacher, Teng Kun."

These four words, like swords piercing their chests, caused them great pain.

Just a few months ago, Teng Kun was their Master.

When Zhao Changfeng displayed his Divine Sense talent in the square and secured seven formal disciple slots for Teng Kun, the two of them were secretly thrilled.

Now, they have each made their own decisions and become disciples of others.

Zhao Changfeng remained steadfast in his commitment.

Under the watchful eyes of Elder Zhou Pan of the Primal Demon Temple and the gazing gaze of Sect Master Jiang Xuanqi, he once again made a name for himself as Teng Kun's disciple!

"Master is right, I am far inferior to him."

Lin Ruonan sighed softly.

Ask yourself honestly.

Even without Teng Kun's favoritism, when Teng Kun became marginalized and could no longer provide her with cultivation resources, could she still hold fast to her original intentions?

She knew she couldn't do it.

Without Teng Kun as her backer, she will be all alone in the sect. A day or two might be manageable, but what about a year or two?

Five years, ten years, decades?

She knew that one day she would not be able to resist and would eventually turn to Shi Wangsheng as her disciple.

Zhao Changfeng has succeeded in doing so, and as Teng Kun's disciple, he has also helped his Master regain his dignity.

Dignity is precisely what Teng Kun lacks most right now!

What's wrong with Teng Kun favoring Zhao Changfeng and having her take meticulous care of him?

"Senior, what about the Fourth Rank Devil Cultivation Method?"

Wiping the snowflakes and blood from his face, Zhao Changfeng looked at the seven-story Soul Tower and shouted at Zhou Pan.

Zhou Pan chuckled, his demeanor impeccable, and said, "Fourth Rank Devil Cultivation Method is used to motivate my disciples, not as part of the wager."

As expected of the Second Elder of the Primal Demon Temple, Great Cultivator at the Comprehension Realm, he did not lose his temper.

"Sect Master Jiang, the Crippled Demon Sect still has some promising talents."

Zhou Pan turned to look at Jiang Xuanqi, his smile as gentle as ever, showing no sign of aggression, and said, "However, Tong Yi and the others are not among the strongest Primordial Spirit Realm in our hall."

Jiang Xuanqi nodded, his eyes calm and still. "I know."

"Before Zhao Changfeng reaches the Three Calamities Realm, a true prodigy of the Primordial Spirit Realm from our sect will come to challenge him. We hope Sect Master Jiang will not interfere."

Zhou Pan smiled.

Jiang Xuanqi pondered for a moment, then said, "Remember to have them bring the bets."

Zhou Pan laughed heartily, appearing quite pleased. "Jiang Xuanqi, I thought that after losing so many of your Personal Disciples, you had long since lost your competitive spirit!"

"Call!"

He soared into the sky and landed on the multi-storied ship.

His two disciples at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Primordial Spirit Realm stepped forward to explain, but he slapped them to death with both palms.

"We're both at the Primordial Spirit Realm, yet you lack even the courage to fight. You're unworthy to be my disciple, Zhou Pan."

Zhou Pan's voice was extremely loud, and even the Crippled Demon Sect disciple who couldn't see the interior of the ship knew what had happened.

The Demonic Dao is the Demonic Dao. Although it has its own set of rules, it is not the Righteous Dao sect of ten thousand years ago.

An elder can kill one of his disciples without needing any reason, and will not be punished by the sect.

If the elders felt that a disciple was incapable of shouldering great responsibilities, or even just disliked him, they could kill him without consequence; no one would blame them for their ruthless methods.

The ship slowly rose into the air and disappeared into the snowy night.

"Teng Kun, come to my Soul Tower for a chat."

Jiang Xuanqi extended an invitation.

Teng Kun took a deep breath, calmed his turbulent State of Mind, and then calmly rushed towards the seven-story stone building that symbolized the Sect Master.

"Junior Brother Zhao, come to my Spirit Tower for a drink. I'll open a jar of the best wine for you!"

Long Chen extended an invitation.

Zhao Changfeng smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother Long. After two battles, my Killing Urge is overwhelming and I need to return to my room immediately to calm my State of Mind."

Long Chen smiled and nodded, indicating his understanding. "Alright, we'll talk about it later. I'll save the wine for you!"

Inside the Soul Tower.

The seventh floor.

The jet-black Soul Pillar plunged from the bottom all the way into the depths of the rocky ground on this level, with a white jade coffin placed on top.

The dense Soul Breath originating from the Soul Pillar flowed into this coffin shrouded in cold mist, seemingly sustaining someone's faint, lingering soul.

Jiang Xuanqi sat beside the coffin, his body shrouded in a thick, white mist, his face already blurred.

"Old Teng, is it my fault?"

Jiang Xuanqi asked softly.

Unlike Jiang Xuanqi, Teng Kun did not sit down. He quietly gazed at the figure in the white mist and said, "It's not surprising."

Jiang Xuanqi sighed and said to himself, "Of all the fellow disciples who joined the sect with me back then and eventually advanced to the Six Tribulations Realm Freedom Realm, I'm the only one left."

"I'm the youngest in terms of seniority."

"My Master alone has over a thousand formal disciples, and five senior brothers and sisters have emerged from the Six Tribulations Realm and the Freedom Realm."

"That was truly a grand occasion for the sect."

Jiang Xuanqi spoke with great longing.

"Including the other senior brothers and sisters, at the peak of our sect, there were a total of seventeen elders at the Six Tribulations Realm and the Freedom Realm."

However, the five senior brothers and sisters either died while attempting to break through to higher realms, or perished in the sectarian war with the Frost Moon Demon Kingdom.

"She--"

Jiang Xuanqi, amidst the white mist, glanced at the white jade coffin beside him and murmured, "Old Teng, this is our fate. From the moment we embarked on this..."

We should be mentally prepared for this from the very beginning.

Compared to ordinary people who live to a mere hundred years old and live a mundane life, our lives are far more colorful.

"One day, I too will die in a sectarian war, or be slain by an alien from the Unordered Zone."

"If I fail to Realm Breakthrough and destroy the foundation of my Great Dao, I will also hand over this Soul Tower without hesitation."

"Even--"

"If Qin Qingyao can reach the Comprehension Realm, I will still make room for her in this Soul Tower and move into a Blood Tower myself."

"She chose our Crippled Demon Sect, and as its Sect Master, I failed to provide her with the best cultivation resources."

"I couldn't even find her a single Life Source Crystal; the Primal Demon Temple had to come specially to bestow it upon her."

"Actually, it's our Crippled Demon Sect that owes her."

Jiang Xuanqi rambled on and on.

Teng Kun frowned and explained, "Sect Master, rest assured, I don't covet her Life Source Crystal. I also know it shouldn't belong to me. The Primal Demon Temple was willing to bestow this item for her battle with Li Xiangmo ten years later."

He paused, then continued, "I know the sect's rules, and I know you weren't deliberately targeting me, so I don't blame anyone for moving out of that Spirit Tower."

Jiang Xuanqi nodded slightly, his expression obscured by the white mist, and asked, "So, what exactly is Zhao Changfeng's talent?"

Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, Teng Kun hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Like Li Xiangmo, he's also a genius at the Genius Rank, even surpassing Qin Qingyao."

Jiang Xuanqi chuckled softly and said, "I see."

He hesitated for a moment.

Seeing that Teng Kun remained silent and looked somewhat sullen, he asked softly, "Are you willing to part with it?"

Teng Kun snorted and said with dissatisfaction, "After I failed to break through to the next realm, I told him frankly that I wanted to bring him to see you so that you could take him as your Personal Disciple. He refused, so what could I do?"

"Clang! Clang!"

In the white mist, Jiang Xuanqi gently tapped the coffin with his fingers and said softly, "Old Teng, why don't you go and try to persuade them again?"