Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

Xiao Hongyun and the others looked at Zhou Qingfeng's back with great surprise. With Ye Tingxiu as a cautionary tale, where did Zhou Qingfeng get the courage and ability to challenge the sword servant? Wasn't he just asking for humiliation?

"What the hell? Why is Zhou Qingfeng sticking his neck out at this time?"

"Even if he has more than ten coins' worth of magical power, he's still only at the Turbid Realm. How dare he?"

"Could it be that Zhou Qingfeng has a way to obtain the sword tassel from the sword servant?"

“I don’t think so. Zhou Qingfeng was probably just trying to save face for Steward Qiu. If we all backed down, Steward Qiu would be the one who would be the most embarrassed today.”

"Hey, I don't care about anything else. I only know that Zhou Qingfeng is probably going to make a fool of himself today. I just don't know how he'll be sent flying."

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, all eager to see Zhou Qingfeng make a fool of himself. Their envy, jealousy, and hatred stemmed from Zhou Qingfeng's consistently outstanding performance; they couldn't wait to see him humiliated in public, and no one wanted him to do well.

Butler Qiu glanced at Zhou Qingfeng, who had stepped forward, and nodded secretly, giving him an encouraging look. However, he said coldly, "Your courage is commendable, but a brain is a good thing. I hope you have one!"

Zhou Qingfeng understood the implied meaning and silently bowed.

He then glanced at the fifteen sword servants and chose his opponent to challenge.

The fifteen sword servants looked at Zhou Qingfeng with smiles in their eyes. Most of them hoped that he would challenge them. After all, it was very satisfying to beat up a newbie, and even more satisfying to beat up a newbie genius. This opportunity was very rare.

Zhou Qingfeng could tell from their eyes that they were not good people and probably wanted to take the opportunity to beat him up. So after watching for a while, his gaze settled on a white-haired sword servant.

It's not that this white-haired swordsman looks easy to bully.

Instead, this sword attendant looked very gentle, unlike the expectant gazes of the other sword attendants.

"I am Zhou Qingfeng. May I ask the honorable name of this sword attendant?" Zhou Qingfeng clasped his hands in greeting from afar.

The white-haired swordsman smiled gently: "Sword Dance."

Zhou Qingfeng said, "Sword Dance Girl, I challenge you."

Sword Dance smiled slightly: "Okay."

Butler Qiu took out an incense stick, lit it, and placed it in the incense burner: "Start the timer!"

Jianwu stepped into the arena, stood opposite Zhou Qingfeng, and beckoned with one hand: "Come."

Zhou Qingfeng first bowed politely with his hands clasped in greeting. The moment he looked up, he pretended to see the First Lady approaching, so he adjusted his bowing direction to face the First Lady's seat and bowed again respectfully, saying, "Qingfeng greets Madam. May I ask what Madam commands?"

The key to success isn't novelty, but practicality. When facing challenges, finding the most effective methods, rather than pursuing superficial novelty, is often the key to success. Simple, practical, and effective strategies are often more popular than complex, fancy, but ineffective methods.

Upon hearing that the lady was approaching, Jianwu instinctively turned his head to look behind him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Qingfeng took three steps in one, swiftly rushing to seize the sword tassel.

Sword Dance immediately noticed, and without turning her head, she pinched her sword fingers and thrust them towards Zhou Qingfeng's forehead.

Seeing that he couldn't snatch the sword tassel, Zhou Qingfeng quickly crouched down to dodge, then swept his foot towards Jianwu's ankle, forcing Jianwu to move her feet in order to gain victory.

However, Jianwu remained motionless, striking first despite being behind, crouching down and thrusting her sword finger towards Zhou Qingfeng's brow.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng immediately abandoned his attack and quickly rolled backward to create distance.

"Little devil, you're quite cunning," Jianwu said with a smile.

Zhou Qingfeng said, "The difference in strength is too great, I have no choice but to resort to trickery. I hope Miss Sword Dance will forgive me."

Sword Dance chuckled and pointed at the incense in the incense burner: "You can't win by cheating. You don't have much time left, so stop holding back and use whatever tricks you have."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself that the gap between them was too great. The other party had an unlimited margin for error, while he would be instantly knocked into the wall and unable to get back down if he made a single mistake.

However, the unfair battle only fueled Zhou Qingfeng's fighting spirit.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly formed hand seals and poured out his full power to cast the spell.

Rage takes form, magic shapes the body.

In the blink of an eye, ninety percent of his magical power had been depleted.

A ten-foot-tall Fighting Monkey appeared behind them.

"Roar!" The Fighting Heart Ape was pitch black all over, with thick body hair and crimson flames all around it. It pounded its chest with its fists and roared, spewing out large amounts of crimson flames from its eyes and mouth, like a peerless ape demon.

"Listen to me, attack!" Zhou Qingfeng formed a hand seal with one hand, and with a thought, commanded the Battle Heart Monkey to attack.

"Awooo!!!" The Fighting Ape roared at Zhou Qingfeng, leaped up and ran towards Sword Dance, punching the ground with both fists as it ran, the ground unable to withstand the heavy blows and sinking into deep pits.

He possesses the strength of 108,000 jin, plus the power to control rage.

Let alone a person, even if there's a mountain in front of you, the Fighting Monkey can flatten it.

Sword Dance stood still, unable to move, like a human nail, only able to endure the hammering of the Battle Heart Monkey.

"Boom!" The Fighting Ape raised its arms high and smashed down on Sword Dance's head like Mount Tai. Sword Dance remained calm and met the attack head-on with its hands forming a sword-finger gesture. The fists and fingers collided with a loud bang, dust rose, and air waves rolled.

The shockwave forced the spectators to take more than ten steps back.

"Not bad, but you're still far from breaking my White Bone Sword with brute force." Sword Dance smiled, teasing the little brat in front of her with a playful attitude. Her feet were deeply embedded in the ground, and her expression remained gentle as water, but the ground beneath her feet was cracking inch by inch, spreading like a spider web.

Fighting Monkey was furious, his fists like two mountains, relentlessly pounding at Sword Dance.

With a nonchalant air, Jian Wu parried with his sword finger, even saying leisurely, "Zhou Qingfeng, is that all you've got? You can't take the sword tassel that way."

"Sword Dancer, didn't you notice anything amiss?" Zhou Qingfeng stood not far away, controlling his Fighting Monkey in battle. Having failed in his first attempt at trickery, he would never risk getting close again, lest he be instantly killed.

Jianwu frowned slightly, looked down, and found that most of her body was already deeply embedded in the ground. Then she turned her head to look at the long sword she was carrying on her back. She saw that the tassel on the hilt was gone, and a black horse the size of a thumb was biting the tassel and galloping quickly toward Zhou Qingfeng.

"Hmm?" Jianwu was slightly surprised, but quickly regained her composure. She didn't take it seriously. This test was just to see if these little kids could use their brains. There was no need to take it too seriously. Otherwise, none of the kids would be able to get the sword tassel, and the test would become a mere formality, turning into a one-sided beatdown.

Zhou Qingfeng squatted down and opened his palm.

The black horse jumped onto the palm and placed the sword tassel it was carrying in its mouth into the palm.

"Sword Dancer, you flatter me!" Zhou Qingfeng, holding the sword tassel, clasped his hands in a salute, dispelling his restless mind and distractions.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone stared at Zhou Qingfeng in shock, finding it hard to believe that he had actually defeated Jian Wu.

That was the lady's personal swordswoman; even without using any magic, supernatural powers, or magical artifacts, she was an opponent she could not contend with.

Zhou Qingfeng surprisingly managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat in this unfair contest.

Everyone present was deeply shocked.

After a brief silence, bursts of noise erupted.

"That's incredible! How did he manage to get the sword tassel?"

"Cunning! This kid is obviously no good."

"Hiss, not only is he talented in cultivation, but he's also brave and resourceful in battle. He's just too perfect."

Seeing this, Butler Qiu excitedly extinguished the incense and announced, "Zhou Qingfeng wins."

The First Lady's half-open eyes suddenly opened slightly, and a rare hint of surprise appeared on her languid expression. She chuckled softly, "Not bad, quite interesting."