After waiting for a full hour, Yan Nanshan finally emerged from the main hall reserved for cultivation, his expression quite gloomy.

"Elder Yan, how are things?"

The dozen or so Steward Elders advanced to inquire.

"Everything's settled."

"But just in case, you all need to keep an eye on things."

"Anyone who dares to make trouble again will be expelled from the Holy Temple, never to be admitted again!" Yan Nanshan ordered.

"Yes!"

The Steward Elders obediently bowed in response.

Yan Nanshan gave the crowd in the square another glance and announced, "Disperse, everyone. There's nothing to see here."

The gathered Disciples dispersed haphazardly.

However, some didn't leave and gathered in small groups in the square, discussing in low tones.

Yan Nanshan didn't bother with them, transforming into a streak of light and flaring up into the sky, vanishing in a blink of an eye.

The dozen or so Steward Elders mostly left as well, leaving only two guarding both sides of the entrance.

"Let's go, let's see what's happening inside."

On seeing this, the Disciples hovering around the square piled into the main hall for cultivation like a wave.

"Stop right there!"

"Those from the Martial Palace can enter, but Disciples from the Elixir Palace should leave immediately!" the two Steward Elders sternly ordered, blocking the entrance.

All those in white robes stopped, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

Why such discrimination? No matter if they are Disciples of the Elixir Palace or the Martial Palace, all are Disciples of the Holy Temple. Why the need for such a clear demarcation?

Despite their grievances, none of them dared to force their way in.

Qin Feiyang had originally planned to mingle with the crowd and slip in. However, it seemed he had to come up with another plan now.

Then, Huang San, who was in the crowd, noticed Qin Feiyang and jogged up to him with a flattering smile. "Senior Brother Qin, I thought you had already left."

Qin Feiyang replied with a faint smile, "I wanted to join in the commotion too, but it seems I don't have the chance."

"You want to go in?"

"That's simple. Just follow me."

Huang San started to jog towards the grove of trees beside them.

Qin Feiyang's eyes flickered, and he quickly followed.

Once in the grove, Huang San took out two sets of black outfits from his Qiankun Bag, handed one to Qin Feiyang, and laughed cheekily, "Senior Brother Qin, this is for you."

A sparkle flared in Qin Feiyang's eyes. He gave Huang San a thumbs-up, then swiftly took off his previous outfit and put on the black one.

Huang San changed into his set as well.

Next, the duo slightly altered their facial features, emerged from the grove, and easily made their way into the main hall for cultivation.

The main hall for cultivation was different from the Elixir Fire Palace. As there were too many Martial Palace Disciples, the area of the main hall for cultivation and the number of cultivation rooms greatly outnumbered those of the Elixir Fire Palace.

Within a corridor, Huang San whispered, "Senior Brother Qin, I don't think you came here just to join the commotion, right?"

Qin Feiyang replied in a teasing tone, "So why do you think I came?"

"I don't know." Huang San shook his head. If it were someone else, he might make a guess. But Qin Feiyang was too unpredictable, making it difficult to guess his intentions.

Qin Feiyang didn't keep him hanging, saying, "I'm here to see Xiang Shaolong."

"What do you want to see him for?" Huang San asked in surprise.

Qin Feiyang simply smiled and didn't provide further explanation.

Huang San tactfully didn't ask any more. "Xiang Shaolong is in cultivation room number one," he said. "I'll take you there."

There was also an atrium in the middle of the main hall for cultivation.

A moment later, the pair arrived at the bottom of the atrium.

Looking up, Qin Feiyang was surprised to find that the main hall for cultivation actually had twenty levels. Standing at the bottom of the atrium, Qin Feiyang felt like an ant inside an elephant. A feeling of insignificance sprang up in his heart.

Huang San whispered, "According to statistics, there are around 100,000 cultivation rooms here."

That many? Qin Feiyang was shocked. In other words, there were about 5,000 cultivation rooms per level?

"The topmost level has only 1,000 cultivation rooms…" Huang San explained as he led Qin Feiyang upwards through the stairwell.

They encountered quite a few Disciples along the way. From their discussions, it became clear that, just as Huang San had said, Xiang Shaolong and Shao Jian were fighting over the same girl, which had led to this brawl.

Qin Feiyang was a little confused. He had seen Dongfang Yue several times; indeed, she was pretty and talented. But she was far from being a femme fatale. Was she really worth fighting over?

Seemingly reading the doubt in Qin Feiyang's mind, Huang San whispered, "Dongfang Yue comes from a powerful family."

"Oh?" Qin Feiyang was startled.

"The Dongfang Family is situated in South City. Their overall strength and heritage are comparable to the Lu Family from East City and the Shen family from West City," said Huang San.

That powerful? Qin Feiyang was taken aback.

Huang San said, "Well, of course. After all, the head of the Dongfang Family is the City Lord of South City."

That makes sense. Qin Feiyang finally understood. Shao Jian and Xiang Shaolong were both pursuing Dongfang Yue because they were attracted to her background.

A few moments later, the two arrived at the twentieth floor and headed straight for Cultivation Room No. 1.

Three young men dressed in black came straight towards them. They all bore injuries of varying degrees, and their faces were somewhat red and swollen.

One of them stopped in front of Qin Feiyang and Huang San, frowned, and asked, "Who are you? What brings you here?"

Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow.

Huang San put on a servile smile. "Sir, we are here to see Senior Brother Xiang Shaolong. Please let us through."

"Looking for Xiang Shaolong?"

The three of them exchanged glances, their expressions immediately turning hostile.

"Don't you know Xiang Shaolong has a feud with us? Yet you dare to look for him."

"If you want to survive in the Holy Temple, you'd better limit contact with him."

"This twentieth floor is not a place for you. Scram!" the trio spoke arrogantly.

"This..." Huang San looked towards Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang observed the trio, a flicker in his eyes. Skilled at reading people, he instantly recognized that the trio belonged to Shao Jian's side. Moreover, Shao Jian's side was currently suppressing Xiang Shaolong.

"What are you still looking at?"

"Didn't you hear us telling you to scram?"

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you down!"

Seeing Qin Feiyang remain indifferent, the trio burned with rage.

Seeing the situation turning bad, Huang San leaned into Qin Feiyang's ear and whispered, "Senior Brother Qin, we should retreat now to avoid revealing your identity."

"Retreat?" A cold sneer touched Qin Feiyang's lips.

"Huh?" Seeing his reaction, the trio was instantly enraged.

"You dare to sneer?!"

"You're clearly asking for death!"

The man standing on the left raised his arm, aiming a slap at Qin Feiyang.

Interesting, Huang San murmured and stepped aside, crossing his arms to watch the show. He had thought that Qin Feiyang would choose to endure it for now. However, it didn't seem to be the case at all. Even though he hadn't yet escaped his predicament, this dangerous man wasn't about to be a fish on the chopping block.

As expected, Qin Feiyang's gaze turned frosty. His hand shot out like a hawk's talon, fiercely gripping the man's wrist.

"Huh?" Alarm and disbelief flickered in the eyes of the trio.

"You trash dare to block my way?" Qin Feiyang smiled coldly. As he tightened his fingers, the man's wrist was instantly crushed, sending blood and flesh flying!

"Ah..." The man screamed in agony.

"Damn it!" The other two erupted in anger, their Battle Intent surging as they simultaneously attacked Qin Feiyang.

They're really courting death! Huang San, standing to the side, shook his head. Once Qin Feiyang truly got angry, he'd dare to challenge even the Heavenly King. Weren't these three punks just asking for a beating?

SMACK! Qin Feiyang stepped forward, his hand swinging like lightning, and slapped one of them hard across the face. Bright red palm prints now adorned the faces of all three.

The trio was dumbfounded. When did such a dangerous person arrive at the Holy Temple?

"This is just a lesson. Annoy me again, and I will slaughter you!" Qin Feiyang glanced coldly at the trio and continued on his way to Cultivation Room No. 1.

"Trying to order him around? You're courting death, understand?" Huang San chuckled at the trio and quickly chased after Qin Feiyang.

The trio's faces turned ashen as they watched Qin Feiyang and Huang San's departing backs, a dangerous, hostile gleam flickering in their eyes.

The earlier screams had alarmed others. Stone doors opened one after another, and Disciples emerged, gazing inquisitively at the trio.

What happened? Why do they all have palm prints on their faces? Who dared to slap these three? Could it be them? Everyone followed the trio's gaze toward Qin Feiyang and Huang San, their own eyes filled with shock.

「At the entrance of Cultivation Room No. 1」

Huang San ran up and knocked on the door forcefully.

In a little while, the stone door opened. A handsome young man in black clothes met Qin Feiyang's gaze.

Qin Feiyang examined him. This man looked around twenty-five or twenty-six, roughly 1.85 meters tall, with a robust body. However, his face was pale, his eyes listless and dull. Moreover, his body was covered in injuries, some still bleeding.

The young man in black also scrutinized Qin Feiyang and Huang San, his face filled with confusion.

Qin Feiyang asked, "Xiang Shaolong?"

The young man in black nodded, frowning. "And you are?"

Qin Feiyang replied, "Let's talk inside."

Xiang Shaolong glanced at him suspiciously. His gaze passed over Qin Feiyang and Huang San to the trio behind them. Seeing the palm prints on their faces, he looked somewhat surprised, then stepped aside.

Qin Feiyang strode in. Huang San followed closely behind.

Xiang Shaolong also closed the stone door, turned to face Qin Feiyang and Huang San, and asked, "Are the palm prints on those three's faces your doing?"

Huang San pointed to Qin Feiyang and said with a proud grin, "His masterpiece."

A glint flashed in Xiang Shaolong's eyes. He cupped his hands and said, "You are indeed courageous. I admire you."

Qin Feiyang scanned the Cultivation Room. The Cultivation Room was surprisingly small, perhaps only about thirty-three meters in size, and was simply furnished. Other than an ancient meditation mat, a wooden tea table, and two wooden chairs, there was nothing else. This suggested that even the most talented Martial Artist received poorer accommodations than those in an alchemy chamber.

Seeing that Qin Feiyang remained silent, Xiang Shaolong furrowed his brows and asked, "May I know your name?"

Qin Feiyang turned to look at Xiang Shaolong, a faint smile on his face. "Who I am isn't important," he said. "What's important is that I can provide you with something the Holy Temple can't."

"Huh?" Xiang Shaolong was slightly startled and asked hesitantly, "What do you mean? Are you going to help me deal with Shao Jian and his group?"

Huang San said with disdain, "In front of this Senior Brother, they're just small fry. He could kill them as easily as crushing ants."

Xiang Shaolong was even more astonished. After all, the family behind Shao Jian was a behemoth not to be trifled with. Yet, this man dared to speak such audacious words?

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