Xiao Feng coldly observed Xu Qing'er's exposed appearance and thought that the original owner of this body must have been tempted.

Unfortunately, the Xiao Feng of today is not the original Xiao Feng.

He walked up to Xu Qing'er and sneered, "You're nothing but a woman who teases people's tastes. I have absolutely no interest in you."

Inside the sect, the other disciples stared wide-eyed when they saw that Xiao Feng had actually rejected Xu Qing'er's advances.

"What? That kid actually rejected Junior Sister's advances? What makes him think he can do that?"

"So what if your strength has increased dramatically? What's there to be proud of?"

Of course, they only dared to shout from below the stage.

Now, Xiao Feng has become the sect leader's last disciple, a privilege that ordinary disciples cannot enjoy.

If he were to become a prominent figure in the Qing Sect in the future, all the disciples present would probably rush to curry favor with him.

Seeing Xiao Feng's coldness towards her, Xu Qing'er's face turned cold, and she regretted approaching him.

Since she has already done this, she now needs to consider how to extricate herself from the situation.

Just then, Feng Luo flashed between the two and snorted coldly: "Usually, we only see his bottom-tier strength, but now he actually wants to regain his face."

As the senior disciple, Feng Luo always stayed close to Xu Qing'er, and their relationship could be described as quite ambiguous.

His face had already darkened when he saw Xiao Feng stand out in the assessment.

Now that Xu Qing'er has taken the initiative to show goodwill, he is being treated with such an attitude, which makes him unable to hold back any longer.

Feng Luo's lackeys sneered, "You finally have this kind of status, and now you can't even tell your place anymore?"

Xiao Feng listened to their words with an indifferent expression, showing no change whatsoever due to their words.

At this moment, several elders approached the sect leader: "Sect leader, do you think we should separate them? Our assessment isn't over yet!"

Now, Feng Luo's actions to save face for Xu Qing'er are clearly a conflict between disciples, and it's impossible for it to escalate to the sect's assessment.

However, the sect leader waved his sleeve indifferently and said, "What are you all panicking about? Let's see just how capable Xiao Feng really is."

The previous assessment only revealed his strength; next, he wanted to use Feng Luo to test Xiao Feng's actual combat abilities.

As the last disciple of the Azure Sect, one not only needs sufficient strength, but also an extraordinary temperament.

Now, Xiao Feng can face dozens of sect disciples without changing his expression; such composure is truly terrifying.

Seeing that the sect leader was determined to go his own way, the elders did not continue to persuade him, but returned to their seats.

However, this time, the spiritual energy within their bodies had already begun to circulate, as if it could penetrate at any moment and separate the two from their battle.

Soon, Feng Luo found an excuse to take action and walked up to Xiao Feng: "As far as I know, you only just reached the first level of cultivator a few days ago. How could you possibly jump three levels in your sleep? Unless..."

The disciples below the stage exchanged glances and pointed at Xiao Feng, saying, "Unless someone used elixirs."

"Yes, he just had a Bloodthirst Pill in his hand, that's too strange."

Xiao Feng watched as his disciples below the stage offered a variety of opinions, each with their own version of events, while he remained completely calm, as if the person Feng Luo had described was not himself.

Xiao Feng chuckled coldly, "Whether you've taken the pills or not, I'm sure you'll know once you try."

Now that Feng Luo had landed beside Xu Qing'er, Xiao Feng was ready to deal with his senior brother.

Otherwise, Feng Luo wouldn't have spent so much effort coming to the stage just to use his verbal skills.

With many elders watching, Feng Luo, even as the senior disciple, had to be mindful of his status.

He walked to the edge and said, "Elders, I believe you don't want the assessment to be flawed, right? I'm willing to arrange for someone to test Xiao Feng's true strength."

Just as the elder was about to speak, the sect leader's voice came down from the seat at the top: "The purpose is to exchange skills; under no circumstances should lives or foundations be harmed."

Cultivators all have their own unique foundation. Once someone destroys their foundation, they will have no path to cultivation left.

Hearing the sect leader's personal agreement, Feng Luo turned to look at his lackey: "Go and test that kid. I don't believe he really has the strength of a fourth-level cultivator."

Although he had reached the level of a third-tier cultivator, he was cautious and would not act rashly, lest he find himself in a dilemma.

The lackey watched Feng Luo instruct him to do it, a smirk on his face: "I'll tear that kid's mouth off right now."

The lackey took a step forward, and the power of a second-tier cultivator burst forth from his body.

If Xiao Feng's strength is truly as he appears, then a fourth-tier cultivator would absolutely crush a second-tier cultivator in a battle.

Otherwise, Xiao Feng could be considered to have ingested the elixir.

On the high platform, the elders came to the sect leader one after another: "Sect leader, they are about to make their move."

The sect leader casually waved his hand: "Let them do as they please. I also want to see how Xiao Feng managed to jump three levels in his sleep."

Not only did the disciples present not believe that he was capable of skipping a rank, but many elders in the sect also did not believe it.

Without a truly exhilarating battle, there would be no way he would have taken Xiao Feng as his last disciple.

Just then, the lackey attacked with lightning speed, wielding a long sword.

He thought that even if his attack missed, it would still cause Xiao Feng to shift his position slightly.

Who would have thought that Xiao Feng could create a transparent, invisible protective shield in front of him simply by using the Qingzong Qi Refining Technique?

No matter how hard the lackey tried, his longsword could not penetrate it.

Xiao Feng coldly observed the lackey's flushed face: "You've been used as a pawn."

As soon as he finished speaking, his longsword was drawn from its sheath and placed against the henchman's neck.

Instantly, the lackey slumped to the ground, his face filled with dejection and disbelief.

A dignified second-level cultivator couldn't even withstand a single move from Xiao Feng.

Moreover, he didn't even move from his position, relying entirely on his own cultivation to withstand the attack.

All the disciples thought the farce was over, but Xiao Feng turned his attention to Feng Luo.

"As the senior disciple of the sect, it's a disgrace to our Qing Sect that someone else has to come up and test the waters."

Feng Luo's face turned extremely ugly as he listened to Xiao Feng's unreserved mockery.

After hesitating for a while, and hearing the doubts of the disciples beside him, he stepped to the edge again: "Please, Sect Master, allow me to have a fair competition with him. I want to fight him."

These words shocked all the disciples present.