The core area of the Qinglong Sect is where the core elders and the disciples live.
Here, it is a restricted area for the Inner Gate Elders and Inner Gate Disciples. However, there is a place here that even the core elders and core disciples are forbidden to enter.
This is a vast palace, grand yet not luxurious. Instead, it exudes an ancient and simple atmosphere, even carrying a sense of mystery.
And here is the residence of the only Boundary Spirit Master in the Qinglong Sect, the Guest Elder,.
Inside the main hall, was sitting on an ancient stone chair. He was still wearing that white robe with symbols engraved on it. The white robe covered everything of his, leaving only his deep eyes exposed.
In front of him, a man was kneeling half on the ground. This was a core disciple, about eighteen or nineteen years old, but he exuded a maturity and experience that didn't belong to his age. This person was the only disciple among the core disciples who had spiritual power, Cold Wu Zong.
"Zong, you've been following me for several years?" A deep voice from the white robe came from.
"Returning to the Senior Master, up to now, the disciple has been following the Senior Master for exactly three years." Cold Wu Zong replied respectfully.
"Unconsciously, so much time has passed. How time flies. These years you have served me, and my satisfaction with your performance is still there. Now I am giving you the last task. As long as you complete it beautifully, I will officially accept you as a disciple and teach you the art of creating barriers."
"Senior Master, what kind of task is it? Even if I go through fire and water, I will do it without hesitation." When Cold Wu Zong learned that wanted to officially accept him as a disciple, he was overjoyed.
"Help me find someone." said.
"Senior Master, what kind of person are you looking for?" Cold Wu Zong asked.
"A teenager around fifteen years old, but who has mastered my Qinglong Sect's Three Styles of Thunder. This teenager is like you, both having spiritual power, and we have met once before. However, I don't know his name or if he is a disciple of my Qinglong Sect."
"A teenager with spiritual power? And who has mastered my Qinglong Sect's Three Styles of Thunder?" At this moment, Cold Wu Zong's expression changed slightly and he said, "There is no such person among the core disciples."
"So I need you to investigate. Whether he is an Inner Gate disciple or not, you must find him for me."
"Find him and you can officially become my disciple. I believe this task won't be difficult for you."
"During this trip to the cemetery, I fought with the leader of the Qianfeng Sect and suffered some injuries. From today on, I will go into a seclusion. I hope you can find that teenager by the time I come out of seclusion."
"The disciple will do his best."
"Go away."
"Understood." After an obedient response, Cold Wu Zong stood up and left the palace. However, his face was somewhat unpleasant and even a bit cold at this moment.
"Junior Brother Cold, why did ask you for help?" "Yes, Junior Brother Cold, what task is there now?"
Two core disciples outside the palace came over. They were a man and a woman. The man was called Gao Le and the woman was called Liu Bing. Although they were older than Cold Wu Zong and entered the sect earlier, they were actually Cold Wu Zong's two trusted confidants.
"Go and check the Inner Gate. See if there is a teenager who has practiced the Three Styles of Thunder. If you find him, secretly eliminate him. Don't let anyone know that you did it. Even cannot know."
Cold Wu Zong said coldly.
"We'll do it right away." Gao Le and Liu Bing didn't hesitate and agreed. Then they quickly left.
Cold Wu Zong turned his head and looked at the palace where was. His narrowed eyes emitted a series of cold light:
"Old guy, I have been serving you for three years. You want to take in other people as disciples at this time? You are unkind to me. Don't blame me for being unrighteous towards you. You want to take in other people as disciples, there is no way." Regarding the matters in the core area, no one inside the inner gate knew anything. But at this moment, more and more people gathered outside the Martial Arts Pavilion. They were all attracted by the green buildings on the platform.
Especially the elders of the Martial Arts Pavilion, all of them had tense expressions and were staring intently at the cultivation array. Because it had been a full three hours since Chu Feng entered the cultivation array.
"Senior in charge, won't Chu Feng have any accidents? Three hours have passed, this must be even for you....." Some elders began to worry about Chu Feng.
"No, if Chu Feng faints in the cultivation array due to exhaustion, the cultivation array will stop functioning. But at this moment, the cultivation array is still operating and is even operating with greater force. This indicates that Chu Feng is still persisting. At least he is not injured." Elder Ouyang shook his head, but his eyes still shone with astonishment.
Three hours. Even he, with his current level of cultivation, could only persist in the cultivation array for a maximum of three hours. After all, this was the cultivation array personally set up by Elder Zhuge, who was only slightly weaker than the Patriarch.
But Chu Feng, with the cultivation level of Spirit Martial Art Seventh Rank, persisted in the cultivation array for three hours, exceeding the limit that even the core disciples could bear. And he was still persisting. This truly made Elder Ouyang admire him.
However, when Chu Feng endured four hours in the cultivation array, this admiration turned into astonishment.
Especially when Chu Feng emerged from the cultivation array, people saw his face, which was extremely relaxed and wore a joyful smile. They began to doubt whether he really stayed in the cultivation array for four hours.
Did the cultivation array really have such an unbearable pressure as the legend said? Therefore, some people, after Chu Feng came out, resolutely entered the cultivation array to investigate.
But the result of that person's attempt made people know that this cultivation array was indeed worthy of its name. Because that helpful disciple only stayed in it for a moment and then fainted in it, and was carried out by the guard elders.
"Oh my god, so it seems that Chu Feng really stayed in the cultivation array for four hours without being affected?"
"It's terrifying. That guy is still human, it seems that my inner gate has encountered a monster."
Looking at the disciple who was carried out by the elders, foaming at the mouth and with bulging eyes, people shouted in astonishment. Of course, they weren't astonished at this disciple, but at Chu Feng who walked out calmly earlier.
After this incident, Chu Feng undoubtedly created another myth in the inner gate. But for Chu Feng, he didn't care about this. The reason he was happy was that he had initially mastered the flight magic.
Although it was only at an early stage, the speed like a gust of wind made Chu Feng very satisfied. At least with this aerial control technique, he couldn't defeat the powerful individuals at the Yuanwu stage, but he could also escape safely. It was a crucial means for him to survive.
As time passed, it was soon approaching the day of the core disciples' assessment. And the night before the assessment began, Su Mei, who had been missing for several days, suddenly showed up at the door.