Chapter 1724: Chapter 1724: Martial Strategy Hall

Sikong Yu looked at Li Feng, who didn’t know where his confidence came from. "Heh, fine. I was going to give you three years. Since you’re so confident, what’s the harm in giving you three months instead."

"But what if you lose after three months?"

Sikong Yu said coldly and disdainfully.

Li Feng said, "If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me."

"But if I win, then you’ll also have to let me do whatever I want with you."

Hearing this, a flush crept onto Sikong Yu’s face. Her eyes stared coldly at Li Feng. "Hmph, fine. A gentleman’s word—"

"—cannot be taken back even by four galloping horses."

"Can you get off me now?" Sikong Yu said in a very unfriendly tone. Being pinned under someone like this made her feel extremely humiliated.

"No. The stick of incense isn’t out yet."

"You...!"

Sikong Yu glared at Li Feng, furious, yet Li Feng had no intention of yielding in the slightest. As for getting her to say the words "I admit defeat," that was even more impossible.

The two of them stalemated like this on the Martial Arts Arena. Yan Zhao and the others below looked at this scene and felt like these two weren’t taking a test at all, but feeding dog food instead.

Sikong Yu closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Li Feng, but her state of mind was anything but calm. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, she had indeed lost to Li Feng—though it was only in Physical Martial Arts.

But a loss was a loss. This was the first time in her life she had ever lost.

Moreover, Li Feng’s shameless behavior just now was etched in her mind, impossible to erase. She had never encountered someone so brazen.

The time of one stick of incense passed very quickly.

Seeing the incense go out, Li Feng finally rolled off and stood up, turning his head to look at Yan Zhao and the others below. "My assessment counts as passed, right?"

Yan Zhao coughed. "Whether you passed or not depends on the person assessing you."

Li Feng turned his head to look at Sikong Yu, who had gotten up. Sikong Yu looked at Li Feng with a stormy expression. "Remember this—three months. Three months from now, I’ll make you pay double for today’s debt."

With that, Sikong Yu abruptly turned and left.

"Miss."

Qing Yi hurriedly chased after her, the two of them leaving the courtyard one behind the other.

"Bro, you’re badass. You even dare provoke the Sikong family’s young miss like that. But from the look on her face, I’d say she’s fallen for you."

Bai Xiaosheng leaned in front of Li Feng, chuckling.

Cough, cough cough.

Yan Zhao coughed twice at the side. "The Martial Arts Five Gates assessment is complete. Aside from one person who forfeited, the other four advance. Next is the second part, the written strategy exam."

"If you didn’t pass, you can leave now. The rest of you, come with me."

After speaking, Yan Zhao turned and led the way ahead.

"Brother Li, I’ll head out first. I’ll be waiting outside the Gate for your good news, ready to treat you to a welcome feast."

Bai Xiaosheng said.

Li Feng nodded slightly. This Bai Xiaosheng was a spy from Fengyu Building; perhaps he could be of some use.

"I’ll go on ahead."

Li Feng, Wu Gang, and Pang Yu followed Yan Zhao, crossing a covered corridor in this courtyard to another compound.

As for the other one, Niu Dali, he was still unconscious. No one went to wake him. He was probably out of luck with Nine Layers Mountain.

"This is the Martial Strategy Hall. Your next two exams—the second written strategy exam and the third Asking Heart—will both take place here."

"You three, who’s going in first?"

Pang Yu hesitated for a moment and turned his head to look to the side.

"I’ll go first."

Li Feng stepped out directly. Yan Zhao glanced at him and nodded. "Alright, then you go in first."

Li Feng stepped up the stairs and walked straight into the Martial Strategy Hall. The large doors of the Martial Strategy Hall then swung shut, and no sound could be heard from outside.

At this moment, Pang Yu looked at Yan Zhao and sidled up to him. "Senior brother, a small token of my regard."

"What are you doing? Take it back."

Yan Zhao glanced at the Spirit Stones that had been shoved into his hand. Pang Yu gave an awkward grin. "Senior brother, I just want to ask how this written exam is conducted—I won’t ask about the content. That doesn’t count as leaking the questions, right?"

Yan Zhao looked at Pang Yu. He hadn’t expected this big, burly fellow to be so slick. But since it didn’t involve leaking questions, he naturally didn’t mind making a little extra on the side. After all, cultivation was expensive.

"Ahem. You look pleasing enough to the eye, so I’ll give you two hints."

"In the Martial Strategy Hall, we enshrine a Secret Treasure forged jointly by several Elders of our Nine Layers Mountain. This Secret Treasure records countless wars from the time Ancestor Dragon City rose to prominence up to now—spanning thousands of years."

"Once you enter the Martial Strategy Hall, the Secret Treasure will activate, and you’ll be plunged into a war. You’ll experience a war firsthand and take part in it as one of the participants, completing a full campaign."

"Oh? Then, senior brother, what counts as passing? Is there some standard?"

Yan Zhao shook his head. "There is no fixed standard. In the end, whether you pass will be judged by the Secret Treasure. Not even the Sect Elders can interfere."

"As for how to pass, all I can say is: do your best to perform well."

Meanwhile.

Li Feng was already plunged into a virtual battlefield forged by Illusion Technique, where he had become a War General commanding troops and was facing a campaign from the Ancestor Dragon War that had just begun.

In the sky, countless eagle and falcon Demon Clan, like bomber planes, wheeled overhead, blotting out the sun. On the ground, endless ranks of Demon Beast Cavalry formed up in orderly lines, stretching across the horizon.

Among this vast Demon Clan horde were some incredibly powerful auras, their bodies enormous, like apocalyptic Fierce Beasts.

Those were the true bodies of the Ten Great Demon Ancestors. Faced with this boundless Demon Clan army, Ancestor Dragon City’s side, though boasting a million troops, still looked lonely and outmatched.

Without doubt, this was a war of races—and one that absolutely had to be won. If they lost, there would be no Ancestor Dragon City today.

"Miss, that Li Feng was so presumptuous. Are we really just letting him off?"

Qing Yi caught up to Sikong Yu. If the master is humiliated, the servant should die. That Li Feng had actually dared to "tease" her young miss—he really had the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard.

"Hmph, did I ever say I was letting him off? Three months from now, I’ll show him how formidable I am."

"Miss, that’s still three months away. If this guy passes Nine Layers Mountain’s assessment, won’t he be in the same Sect as you? If he goes around bragging, what will happen to your reputation?"

Qing Yi frowned.

"Hmph, I’d like to see who would dare."

Sikong Yu let out a cold snort.

"Miss, others might not dare, but Li Feng really might. Before today, who would have thought he’d dare to be so forward with you, take advantage of loopholes in the assessment, and bully you like that?"

Sikong Yu’s expression turned a bit gloomy.

"You girl, can’t you stop poking at the sore spot every time?"

"As for him getting into Nine Layers Mountain, that depends on whether he can pass the Martial Strategy Hall’s assessment. Compared to the Martial Arts Five Gates, the Martial Strategy Hall’s trial is the truly important one."

Just as she finished speaking, a bronze bell suddenly hummed from within the Nine Layers Mountain branch.

Dong.

Sikong Yu suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned around sharply. Passed this fast?

Could it be Li Feng?

As she was thinking that, the bronze bell rang out again.