The Wolf King growled viciously, "Let's go! We'll go cripple that damn brat right now!"

"Do you know where he is?"

Fatty cackled mischievously. "In my opinion, we should just sit here and wait for him to deliver himself to our doorstep."

The Wolf King sneered, "Bah! Waiting around for him to show up? That's not my style."

"I reckon you just want to go out and run wild, don't you?" Fatty scoffed with a look of disdain.

"HEY!" The Wolf King glared at him threateningly. "You damn fatso, are you determined to contradict me? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"

"Are you two going to keep this up?" Qin Feiyang glared at them irritably and said, "Fatty, hurry up and organize the treasures from the four great tribes. White-Eyed Wolf, you go help too."

"Not going," the Wolf King shook his head.

"Whether you go or not isn't up to you!" With a wave of his hand, Qin Feiyang sent both the man and the wolf into the Ancient Castle.

Then, he looked at the Pill Furnace. A slight smile touched his lips as he took out a Shape-shifting Pill and casually changed his appearance. After that, he took out the robes of a Holy Temple Disciple, dressed neatly, then opened the stone door of the alchemy room and walked out.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you in Senior Brother Lu's alchemy room?"

Two young men happened to be in the corridor outside. As soon as they saw Qin Feiyang, they frowned and questioned him sharply.

Qin Feiyang glanced at the two men. Both looked familiar. They were two of the six individuals with Ninth Level spiritual power.

Qin Feiyang feigned confusion. "Isn't this Senior Brother Qin's alchemy room? When did it become Senior Brother Lu's?"

"Senior Brother Qin?" one of them asked. "Are you referring to Qin Feiyang?"

The two men stared.

Qin Feiyang nodded.

"Haha…" The two burst out laughing. "That little whelp died a long time ago."

"You must be a new disciple, right?"

"Let us tell you, don't ever mention his name in front of us again."

"Otherwise, you'll suffer consequences you can't handle!"

A cold glint flashed in Qin Feiyang's eyes. "Alright, I promise I won't mention him again. May I ask for your esteemed names, Senior Brothers?"

"Jia Gao."

"Ho Shan."

"We both possess Ninth Level spiritual power."

"Also, in the future, don't come up here again without our permission," the two men said, looking down their noses and ordering him about imperiously.

"Understood." Qin Feiyang nodded and walked past them.

Jia Gao… Ho Shan… he muttered to himself, silently committing their names to memory.

Not long after, Qin Feiyang exited the Elixir Fire Palace. Elder Di and another guard were still posted on either side of the main gate. Qin Feiyang smiled at them, then entered the plaza and headed towards a small path. The two were slightly stunned, watching Qin Feiyang's retreating figure with suspicion.

When did this disciple arrive? Why don't we have any impression of him at all?

By the time they thought to question him, Qin Feiyang had already entered the path and disappeared from their sight.

Qin Feiyang was heading to the martial arts arena. The Holy Temple Competition had not yet concluded, so Lu Ziyuan should be there. However, finding Lu Ziyuan was secondary. What he really wanted to do was use this opportunity to announce his, Qin Feiyang's, official return!

On the way, Qin Feiyang encountered many Holy Temple Disciples, all discussing the Holy Temple Competition. He didn't rush, silently listening to their chatter. Gradually, he began to get a general idea of the situation. The Holy Temple Competition was extremely intricate.

The first step was the elimination rounds.

The second step was to determine the top five hundred.

The third step was to select the top one hundred.

The fourth step was the ultimate showdown, where the top ten contestants would vie for the championship.

Qin Feiyang shook his head. Such a troublesome competition. Even if they offered him tens of billions, he wouldn't be interested in participating. He'd rather spend the time cultivating properly.

An hour later, he finally arrived at the martial arts arena. The arena was vast, covering thousands of feet! It was surrounded by a sea of people, and the din of the crowd was deafening.

At the left edge of the martial arts arena, five seats were arranged. Two men and two women were seated there. Among them, two were Lv Yun and Shi Ming.

Qin Feiyang stood at the back of the crowd, a hint of confusion in his eyes. Lv Yun and Shi Ming were Law Enforcement Elders of the Holy Temple, so it made sense for them to be sitting there. But who were the other man and woman, and what qualified them to sit beside Lv Yun and Shi Ming?

He looked at the woman. She appeared very young, around twenty-four or twenty-five. She wore a long purple dress, her figure tall and slender, her skin as white as snow, and a beauty mark adorned the spot between her eyebrows. However, the aura she exuded wasn't very strong, at most that of a Five Star or Six Star War Emperor. She was simply incomparable to Lv Yun and the other elder.

Qin Feiyang's gaze shifted to the man. He too was very young, dressed in a well-fitted purple robe. His eyes were sharp as swords, and he possessed an extraordinary temperament. Both this man and woman carried themselves with an air of jaded arrogance, their eyes betraying a disdain for the world.

Why does he look somewhat familiar? Qin Feiyang wondered, looking at the purple-robed young man with a flicker of doubt. He was sure he had seen this person somewhere before, but for the moment, he couldn't recall where.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

On the arena floor, two Holy Temple Disciples were engaged in a fierce battle. Both possessed the strength of Five Star War Kings. They each employed their various skills, fighting to a standstill. It was a somewhat interesting spectacle.

Qin Feiyang watched for a while, then shifted his gaze to another side. A middle-aged man stood there, surveying the entire arena, his face unsmiling, radiating an immense majesty.

A faint smile touched Qin Feiyang's lips. This man was none other than Yan Nanshan!

Qin Feiyang pushed his way into the crowd. It was incredibly packed, with people standing practically shoulder to shoulder. By the time he squeezed his way to the front row, he was drenched in sweat.

Suddenly, he glanced to his right! There stood a group of young men and women who possessed an exceptionally striking presence. There were over twenty of them in total. They stood out from the crowd like cranes among chickens, appearing extremely dazzling. The Holy Temple Disciples behind them dared not get too close, their eyes holding an obvious trace of fear.

Lu Ziyuan, Shao Hong, Dong Cheng, Dongfang Yue, Shao Jian, and the other four young men and women with Ninth Level spiritual power were all among them! The rest, however, were strangers to Qin Feiyang.

A piercing scream rang out as the battle on the arena floor finally concluded. The defeated disciple walked off despondently. The victor, on the other hand, wore a wide smile. However, when his gaze fell upon Lu Ziyuan and the others, his expression immediately dimmed.

What's the point of winning now? he thought, his joy fading. I'll eventually lose to those monstrous talents anyway. Shaking his head with a sigh, he too left the martial arts arena.

"Next match: Lu Ziyuan versus Zhang Ren! Please enter the arena immediately!" Yan Nanshan called out.

Dong Cheng chuckled. "Senior Brother Lu, it's your turn. You'd better put on a good show."

"Is that even necessary?" Shao Hong said disdainfully. "With Senior Brother Lu's current strength, he could finish off Zhang Ren in just a few moves."

Ants are ultimately just ants, Lu Ziyuan sneered inwardly. He then leaped up, executed a graceful turn in mid-air, and landed smoothly on the martial arts arena.

"So handsome!"

"Senior Brother Lu not only has unparalleled talent in Alchemy, but his martial aptitude is second to none!"

"Most importantly, he comes from a powerful family!"

"If only I could marry him, how wonderful would that be?"

The surrounding disciples gazed at him with admiration. Some of the female disciples were particularly effusive, looking as if they wanted to rush up and offer themselves to him on the spot.

Behind Qin Feiyang, a young girl was gazing infatuatedly at Lu Ziyuan, practically drooling.

Qin Feiyang turned to look at her, bemused. "Is it really that exaggerated?"

"What do you know?" The girl glared at him fiercely. "A nobody like you could never compare to Senior Brother Lu."

"Uh!" Qin Feiyang was taken aback but then shook his head, deciding not to argue with her.

Just then, another short, black-robed young man hesitantly stepped onto the arena. His gaze, fixed on Lu Ziyuan, was filled with profound fear.

Lu Ziyuan sneered dismissively. "Zhang Ren, hurry it up, will you? Don't waste my time."

The black-robed youth trembled, nearly stumbling and falling.

Is it necessary to be that scared? Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow. Although the black-robed youth was small, his strength was not to be scoffed at—a Five Star War King. If he dared to fight with all his might, he wouldn't necessarily lose. After all, Lu Ziyuan was only a Seven-star War King.

Lu Ziyuan grew increasingly impatient, waving his hand. "Just give up. Let's not even bother fighting."

"I really can't understand how trash like you even qualified to participate in this competition," he added, his eyes filled with utter contempt. "Aren't you just wasting a spot?"

The surrounding crowd erupted in derisive laughter.

Humiliated repeatedly, Zhang Ren's hands clenched into tight fists. The sound of the crowd's laughter, in particular, filled him with shame and indignation.

Suddenly, he lifted his head and roared at Lu Ziyuan, "What gives you the right to be so arrogant? If Qin Feiyang were still here, you probably wouldn't even have the chance to compete!"

The moment the name "Qin Feiyang" was uttered, the entire arena plunged into a deathly silence. Everyone's expression turned grave. Even their breathing seemed to grow heavy.

"Ah, Qin Feiyang!" the girl behind Qin Feiyang sighed. "He was a legend. It's just a pity that the legend has fallen."

Qin Feiyang paused, turning back to the girl with curiosity. "You know of Qin Feiyang too?"

"Of course, I do," the girl replied. "Not only me, everyone in the State City knows him."

"No, wait!" she corrected herself. "His great name is renowned throughout the Spirit State; he's a household name."

"Such a pity… a genius struck down in his prime, dying so young," the girl lamented, shaking her head.

She had barely finished speaking when she frowned again. "You don't even know who Qin Feiyang is? How ignorant can you be." Disdain was written all over her face.

Qin Feiyang shook his head with a wry smile and turned back to look at Lu Ziyuan.

At this moment, Lu Ziyuan's face was so dark with anger it seemed water could drip from it. He stared daggers at Zhang Ren and spat out, word by word, "You dare say that again!"

"Was I wrong?" Zhang Ren retorted. "When Qin Feiyang was around, you were like a mouse that had seen a cat. Now that Qin Feiyang is gone, you strut around, arrogant and insufferably conceited. Ever heard the saying? 'When the tiger is absent from the mountain, the monkey proclaims himself king.' That's talking about you!"

"You're courting death!" Murderous intent surged within Lu Ziyuan.

Zhang Ren gave a cold smile, then turned to Yan Nanshan, bowed, and said, "Elder, this disciple concedes." He had never intended to fight Lu Ziyuan when he uttered those words. His only goal was to make Lu Ziyuan fly into a rage and lose face in public, while also venting some of the bitter frustration in his own heart.

"Hmph." Yan Nanshan nodded and declared, "Lu Ziyuan, Zhang Ren has conceded. You are not to make another move."

However, Lu Ziyuan turned a deaf ear.

BOOM!

An imposing aura erupted from his body.

BANG!

He moved like lightning, appearing before Zhang Ren in an instant and blasting him off the arena with a single punch.

An Eight-star War King? Qin Feiyang was surprised. So, Lu Ziyuan had broken through. No wonder he was acting so domineeringly.

However, Zhang Ren had already conceded, yet Lu Ziyuan still attacked. Such behavior was truly despicable!

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