CHAPTER 498: CHAPTER 508: IRON BONES, UNYIELDING

Everyone was incredibly stirred, their faces flushed, gazing fiercely at the newly updated red rank list.

Bursts of astonished exclamations and discussions were rising one after another.

This was the red list after all, a rank list that many geniuses would appear on.

Chu Feng, like an arrow released from its bow and as a rabbit escaping its confines, took a few bounding leaps and rushed in front of the rank wall. Without waiting for others to react, he grasped the newly changed red list in his hands.

"I’m taking this task!"

Chu Feng declared loudly.

"You’re just a lowly Outer Disciple, probably can’t even complete the most basic grey list task. Yet you dare to take on a red list, it’s simply overestimating yourself." A cold voice arose, filled with a chill that seeped into one’s very bones, lofty and arrogant.

It was as if Chu Feng in his eyes was less than an ant.

The red list represents the highest difficulty among all rank lists. Each red list signifies an extremely challenging mission.

Let alone Outer Disciples, even the care-takers, protectors, and Outer Sect officials might not dare to take on such high-level ranked missions.

Who was so arrogant and presumptuous?

Chu Feng lifted his head to look, and saw a gloomy young man staring at him coldly. There was clearly a trace of icy killing intent in his eyes, while his face showed a look of disdain.

"Isn’t that Qin Shan, a disciple under Elder Zi Xu?"

Chu Feng had seen this Qin Shan once before. Last time, following behind Elder Zi Xu, he showed signs of affection towards Han Xiaoying.

Although very discreet, Chu Feng could sense that Qin Shan harbored a strong sense of possessiveness towards Han Xiaoying.

Especially the way he looked at Han Xiaoying, it was greedier and more intense than any other man’s gaze, yet he concealed it deep, unwilling to show it on his face.

It was clear that this person had profound schemes and was likely to be cunning and sly at heart.

"Whether I can complete it or not is my own business, Junior Brother Qin need not worry!" Chu Feng, holding the red list, turned and addressed the two attendants from the Task Hall, "Please, I’m taking this red list. Help me to register it."

According to the Sect’s rules, each task could only be taken by one person.

If the task requires cooperation to be completed by multiple people, this can be indicated at the time of registration, with the distribution ratio of merits decided in advance.

If not predetermined, upon completion of the task, the Task Hall would distribute the merit points evenly among all the registered participants. As a principle, once someone takes a task, others cannot take on the same task.

One would have to wait until the task-taker fails or the time limit expires without the task completed before others could continue with the task.

Moreover, the Sect had another strict regulation.

Once a person takes on a task, they cannot take on another until the first is completed.

This is to ensure commitment and duty to completion.

To prevent the scenario where someone, biting off more than they can chew, takes on one task and upon seeing another appealing task, tries to shoulder it too, leading to the situation where they neither progress nor leave the option for others.

Junior Brother Qin, enraged by Chu Feng’s retort, exclaimed angrily.

"How dare you talk to me like this? Do you know who I am? And what your status is?"

"You are nothing but a lowly crawler, while I am a disciple of an Inner Sect Elder, with a noble status and a boundless future. The difference between you and me is as vast as the heavens and the earth."

"You, such scum, when you see me, should be kneeling and speaking. Understand?"

Junior Brother Qin’s face lifted in arrogance, his overwhelming might emanating outward.

Like a great wave crashing down, he bore down on Chu Feng, intent on making him submit and kneel before everyone.

"Uh... so powerful!" Chu Feng felt the weight of a heavy mountain pressing down on his shoulders, struggling to breathe. His knees weakened, filled with fear internally, he might kneel before Qin Shan at any moment.

As long as he kneels, he will become the laughingstock of everyone in the Sect in the future.

His dignity will be swept away, never able to lift his head high again.

"Hmm? You do have some ability. You are merely at the cultivation level of a Middle Stage Great Sword Master, yet you can withstand the pressure of a Four-star Sword God like me without immediately kneeling and begging for mercy!"

Qin Shan was somewhat surprised; he hadn’t expected Chu Feng to have such an iron will, to still not submit under such oppression.

His gaze grew even more piercing, and the aura he emitted became even more astonishing.

Once one attains a cultivation higher than that of a Sword Saint, they can release their own aura to oppress their opponents.

Many super strong people enter duels, standing face to face, able to stare each other down for several two hours, or even longer. In fact, that is merely the surface that outsiders see.

They might be engaged in an intense clash of auras or a Divine Soul battle.

"Squeak, squeak!"

The bones in Chu Feng’s body made a series of sounds as if being compressed to their limit, like a stick under extreme weight, about to snap.

"Ugh..." Chu Feng clenched his teeth, his expression fierce and terrifying, as large beads of sweat rolled down from his face.

This kind of aura oppression is pure cultivation oppression.

Given the vast difference in cultivation between the two, the fact that Chu Feng could last this long without kneeling is already quite commendable.

A trace of violent Killing Intent grew thicker and thicker in his heart.

Being afflicted by the Heart-devouring Demon Planting Technique, Chu Feng would become enraged with the slightest provocation. Particularly, the death of Senior Sister Qin was a tremendous stimulus to him.

Since he temporarily had no power to take revenge, he could only bury his hatred deep in his heart.

At this moment, Qin Shan’s such oppressive and insulting actions were playing with fire.

You should know that Chu Feng has quite a few killing moves. With many techniques unleashed at once, and with the element of surprise, he had more than a thirty-percent certainty that he could kill Qin Shan.

A Four-star Sword God is naturally terrifying, but in a moment of carelessness, facing an opponent as formidable as Chu Feng, even a massive ship can capsize in the gutter.

"Stop! Do not harm my husband!" Han Xiaoying appeared, slashing at Qin Shan with her sword.

She had no reservations whatsoever.

As long as someone dared to hurt her husband, she was willing to fight to the death in his defense.

"Junior Sister Han, you misunderstand, I was just testing his true potential. Now it seems, it’s nothing special, his potential can only be considered mediocre," Qin Shan casually spoke, deflecting Han Xiaoying’s full-powered strike.

Her released sword light dissipated into nothingness.

Even after she pulled back her attack, he still sought to verbally suppress Chu Feng.

If Chu Feng’s potential was truly as insignificant as he claimed, how could he have caught the attention of Elder Zi Xu? Clearly, this Qin Shan was incredibly sinister.

To put it unpleasantly, Qin Shan’s potential might not even match Chu Feng’s.

Because Chu Feng possesses the Nine Yang Sword Veins.

"Husband, are you alright?" Han Xiaoying treated Qin Shan’s words as nothing but hot air.

She was so astute; she would not believe Qin Shan’s nonsense. What’s more, when Chu Feng was in such a dire state back then, she had still chosen to marry Chu Feng with unwavering determination.

Even if Chu Feng’s potential was truly poor, she would still remain faithful.

Qin Shan watched the two display their affection, his glance growing colder. But he had to maintain the image of a gentleman in front of Han Xiaoying, and no matter how jealous he felt inside, he would not show it.