Mei Yue’er gracefully refused: “Thank you for your invitation, Senior Brother Mo. But I will be training with my friend here for the next two weeks.”

Mo Qianqing’s face turned unsightly: “Why, Junior Sister Mei? Are you saying that you will grow faster amongst that group of trash?”

Feng Luotian inwardly giggled: “Here we go again.”

Sun Wuji immediately stepped up and barked at Mo Qianqing: “Who is this trash you are talking about?!”

Mo Qianqing scowled: “Heh! A brat with only Eight Fangs dares to shout his shit in front of me?! Know your place already!! Who else would it be if not you lot that being trash?”

Sun Wuji: “Oh? If we’re trash, I wonder what ranking you got when you participated in the Peacock School’s entrance exam. Care to share your experience?”

Mo Qianqing: “Hmph! You are lucky that this year’s exam is easy, and there are only a few capable individuals in the exam.”

Sun Wuji: “Hahaha! This year’s exam is easy? Try to tell that to your own master, Mo Qianqing. Or rather, have him make a Three Talons clone and use [Possession] while he is at it. See if you can emerge victoriously.”

Mo Qianqing: “You! Anyway, you are still Fang Realm, and I am already One Talon. That makes you trashier than me!”

Sun Wuji: “Wait a minute! Does everyone that related to Second Elder have to be this stupid? I kind of recall having this conversation with Mei Hongli before. Yeah, we are still Fang Realm, but what are you when you are our age?”

Mo Qianqing: “Hehe. I know that you are about 5-6 years younger than me. But what if you are stuck at being Fang Realm for the rest of your life? Doesn’t that make you inferior to me regardless of the age?”

Sun Wuji was stunned: “Oh my heavens! Your face is even thicker than Mei Hongli’s. Do you really think that we, who reached late-stage Fang Realm faster than you, will not be able to achieve Talon Realm? You probably cultivated your body too much that you forget to cultivate your brain.”

Mo Qianqing: “You!” He raised his hand, readying the punch.

Sun Wuji channeled his Theríon and prepared for the attack.

At that moment, Feng Luotian flashed and arrived in front of Sun Wuji before Mo Qianqing made his move: “Before the conversation getting any more ridiculous than this, let’s stop and go back to our own place, shall we?”

While Sun Wuji did as Feng Luotian suggested, Mo Qianqing did not have any obligation to listen to his words: “Being a God’s Son doesn’t mean I have to heed your order. Since you wish to intervene, then get ready to face my wrath.”

A dynamic punch consisted of only raw strength, yet it carried an atomic force powerful enough to shake the mountain, heading straight to Feng Luotian’s head.

Everyone was alerted by the sudden attack, except Feng Luotian. He raised his one hand and activated [Underworld Physique].

Mo Qianqing grinned at Feng Luotian’s naivety: “Did he think that this is just a normal punch? Even a cultivator at Two Talons would not be able to directly defend against it, much less you, someone at Seven Fangs! Rest in peace, God’s Son!”

After a thunderous boom, the ground shook from the impact. However, the grin vanished from Mo Qianqing’s face as he felt the punch being stopped by a tiny hand compared to his.

Leaning out his head from behind the punch, Feng Luotian asked nicely: “Is this enough to quell your anger, Senior Brother Mo?”

Mo Qianqing staggered backward for a few steps in a pale face like he was scared out of his mind by a ghost. With a stuttering voice, he said: “Y-Y-You. H-H-How can you stop that punch?”

Feng Luotian feigned ignorance: “What are you talking about, Senior Brother Mo? You were clearly pulling that punch and let me receive it perfectly.”

The top three Feathers knew the truth behind that attack; they laughed at Feng Luotian’s acting while being bewildered by his performance. They were astounded by how Feng Luotian controlled his Theríon to imbue his defense.

In fact, if Feng Luotian only activated [Underworld Physique], he would not be able to stand still after all that. He was also using TRUTH to guide most of his Theríon to gather at that hand to increase its defense right before receiving the attack.

Mo Qianqing felt ridiculed by Feng Luotian’s words; he quickly threw away the shock and fear. While that punch was severe, he did not pour all of his strength into it. He angrily pointed at Feng Luotian: “God’s Son! I challenge you to a duel!”

Feng Luotian outrightly refused: “No. I don’t have time for this.” With that, he turned to Mei Yue’er and co: “Let’s go, everyone!”

When the team was about to walk past Mo Qianqing toward the garden’s exit, Feng Luotian took a glance at him. Kronos’s window appeared. Right then, Feng Luotian’s footstep abruptly paused.

With a darkening face, Feng Luotian turned to Mo Qianqing: “On second thought, I accept this challenge, Senior Brother Mo. But not now, I will challenge you in the Feather Ranking Competition two weeks later.”

Feng Luotian’s swift change in attitude surprised everyone. Especially Sun Wuji. He was very excited and could not wait to see Feng Luotian fight another strong opponent.

Feng Luotian continued: “And since it was a proper challenge between us, let’s make a bet.”

Sun Wuji inwardly giggled: “Here we go again.”

Mo Qianqing asked: “What kind of bet?”

Feng Luotian retrieved a green book from his spatial ring: “Do you recognize what this is? It is a rare-ranked skill set, called [Ranger of Wind].”

“Rare-ranked skill set!!” Mo Qianqing trembled at the sight of the skill book. Not only Mo Qianqing but also everyone who heard Feng Luotian became interested in the item, especially those compatible with the wind-type skills.

Ninth Feather, Quan Yun, suddenly stood up, causing her boyfriend’s head to fall straight to the ground with a poke.

He Zhan and He Chuan were also interested in this skill set, quickly approaching Feng Luotian to ask if he could lend them.

Although they were all Feathers and had the privilege to go up the Peacock Library’s second floor, the skill book’s cost of contribution points was just too high and unaffordable.

Everyone knew that every book had a one-month borrowing duration. But to learn a skill, one needed more than a month to fully comprehend the skill, not to mention a skill set with a couple of skills inside. Who in the right mind would spend so many contribution points for something like that?

However, it was completely different if they could have a glance for free. These cultivators did not mind having only one week or even one day to read the skill book. As long as they had a chance, they would try to snatch it with all their might.

Not caring for others’ reactions, Feng Luotian asked Mo Qianqing: “How many contribution points do you have, Senior Brother Mo?”

Mo Qianqing responded: “About eighty thousand contribution points. I don’t have enough to stake something with equal values.”

Feng Luotian sighed: “That is very unexpected. I thought Second Elder was the richest man in the Peacock School. Never would I have guessed that his disciple would be this poor.”

Mo Qianqing: “You!”

Actually, having eighty thousand contribution points was considered to be quite rich amongst the disciples. Hearing that remark, Mo Qianqing and everyone at the scene felt someone scratching their hearts.

Feng Luotian casually waved his hand and said: “Never mind. I’ll accept that amount. The bet shall be this. If I lose, I will give you this skill book. By the time of the battle, it should still have another two weeks of the borrowing period before returning to the library. If you lose, you will give me eighty thousand contribution points. How about it, Senior Brother Mo?”

Mo Qianqing pondered for a bit. After Feng Luotian received that punch unscathed, he was not 100% confident in defeating Feng Luotian. When he tried to challenge Feng Luotian, he just wanted to redeem himself from the humiliation. At least, if he had fought seriously, he would have injured Feng Luotian to some extent. Even if he lost, he would lose with some dignity.

Now, Feng Luotian proposed a bet between them with every contribution point he had as a stake. That was what he earned from collecting contribution points for the past few years.

Seeing the hesitation in the Gladiator’s eyes, Feng Luotian added some spice: “Don’t tell me that, with all that gigantic body and muscles, you have a tiny heart, Senior Brother Mo. If you are that coward, then let’s forget about the challenge and the bet altogether.”

Mo Qianqing flared up: “Fine!! I accept. See you in two weeks, God’s Son!” Following that, he quickly packed up and left the garden. Who knew what he had in mind?

After the Gladiator was gone, many people approached Feng Luotian, hoping to share the skill book even if it was only a glance. However, Feng Luotian politely refused and led his group out of the garden.

On their way home, Sun Wuji joked: “Another eighty thousand contribution points will be served on a silver platter, huh, Brother Feng.”

Feng Luotian smiled in response.

Realizing one thing, Sun Wuji could not help but ask: “There is one thing I wonder. At first, you don’t seem to care or bother with that big guy. Why did you suddenly change your mind?”

Everyone in the gang wished to know the answer to that question as well.

Feng Luotian coldly replied: “His bloodline pissed me off.”

“Huh?” Their brows concomitantly perked up interestingly.