Daochen Buddha’s child had no objections and was willing to accompany Chen Qingyuan in his antics.

The three of them began selecting a suitable location and discussing a series of subsequent trivial matters.

On the ancient star of Yanchang, Chen Qingyuan and the others erected a massive arena, suspended in mid-air.

To quickly start a battle with the Heaven’s Pride of his generation, Chen Qingyuan came up with a cunning plan. He wrote provocative words on paper such as “Challenge the Heaven’s Pride from all realms, if you dare, come forth.”

The paper included the exact location of the arena and detailed betting arrangements.

Chen Qingyuan used a spiritual technique to replicate hundreds of thousands of copies of the promotional paper and threw them into the starry sky and nearby ancient stars.

It wouldn’t be long before many people knew about this.

“We can’t just wait idly.” Chen Qingyuan didn’t want to wait foolishly; he needed to stir up some trouble to attract the Heaven’s Pride from various realms. “I heard Jiang Xun from the Dongli Sword Sect is nearby. Let’s see if we can draw him out.”

Zhangsun Fengye and Daochen Buddha’s child stayed behind while Chen Qingyuan set off alone.

On a nearby star, at the top of a high mountain, a young man in brocade robes sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, cultivating.

At the foot of the mountain stood dozens of disciples from the Dongli Sword Sect, all exuding a powerful sword aura, not ordinary swordsmen.

As soon as Chen Qingyuan arrived, he was immediately noticed by the people of the Dongli Sword Sect. “Who goes there?”

“Northern Wilderness, Chen Qingyuan.”

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan had no intention of hiding his identity and directly announced his name.

“Chen Qingyuan?” The crowd looked at each other, eyes filled with doubt. “Never heard of him.”

A sword cultivator thought for a moment and recalled something. “I know this guy. He’s one of the Ten Heroes of the Northern Wilderness. He once fought the Holy Son of the Star-Plucking Tower, Wan Ling, to a draw.”

“Oh, so it’s him!”

Mentioning this, everyone suddenly understood.

“What brings you here?”

The sword cultivators eyed Chen Qingyuan warily, questioning him.

“I’ve heard of the exceptional prowess of the Sword Disciple of Dongli. Today, I’m here to deliver a challenge.”

Chen Qingyuan didn’t waste any words and got straight to the point.

“A challenge?”

As soon as he said this, everyone’s expressions turned serious, their gazes unfriendly.

“Of course, the one who wants to challenge the Sword Disciple is not me, but Zhangsun Fengye of the Northern Wilderness.” Chen Qingyuan looked up at the mountain top and shouted, “I wonder if the Sword Disciple dares to accept the challenge?”

As his voice fell, Chen Qingyuan took out a challenge letter from his Xumi Ring and threw it towards the mountain top.

The sword cultivators wanted to intercept the letter to avoid disturbing the meditating Sword Disciple.

Unexpectedly, the Sword Disciple suddenly opened his eyes, slowly raised his left hand, and caught the challenge letter.

Seeing the Sword Disciple awake, the sword cultivators bowed deeply, showing utmost respect.

Jiang Xun then looked down at the foot of the mountain, locking eyes with Chen Qingyuan. His gaze was cold and arrogant, his voice icy. “Why should I accept this challenge?”

“If the Sword Disciple is afraid, there’s no need to accept. However, if word gets out, it might tarnish the Sword Disciple’s reputation.”

Chen Qingyuan knew the pride of contemporary evildoers well. Even though he knew this was a provocation, he couldn’t refuse.

“I accept the challenge.”

Jiang Xun was planning to hone his sword skills.

“If the Sword Disciple has the guts, would you dare to bet a Fortune Green Lotus?” Chen Qingyuan asked.

“So that’s your true intention!”

Jiang Xun sneered.

“If we’re going to fight, we might as well bet on something.” Chen Qingyuan smiled lightly. “Winning or losing, it all depends on our skills.”

“Fine, I agree.”

Jiang Xun pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Among peers, there’s no reason to shy away from a challenge.

This battle would not only hone his skills but also earn him a Fortune Green Lotus if he won.

Returning to the arena, Chen Qingyuan briefed Zhangsun Fengye on the situation, preparing him for the battle.

“Is it too late to back out now?”

Zhangsun Fengye wasn’t afraid but felt uneasy, like a puppet in Chen Qingyuan’s hands.

“Madman, we’ve already agreed. We can’t back out halfway.” Chen Qingyuan began a long-winded speech. “Accumulating battle experience, enhancing our strength, and fighting for the dignity of the Northern Wilderness, bringing honor to the Misty Palace…”

When it came to rambling, Zhangsun Fengye admitted defeat. “I have one question. If I lose, who will compensate for the Fortune Green Lotus?”

“How could you lose? I have faith in you.”

Chen Qingyuan had considered this. Knowing Zhangsun Fengye well, losing wasn’t an easy task for him.

Even if the opponent was a top evildoer from the Imperial Province, Zhangsun Fengye definitely had the ability to fight head-on.

“Answer me directly, who will compensate?”

Zhangsun Fengye didn’t want to suffer a loss and kept pressing.

“I’ll compensate, alright!”

Chen Qingyuan gritted his teeth.

“Now that’s more like it.”

Hearing this, Zhangsun Fengye felt slightly better.

“Even though I’ll compensate if you lose, you can’t intentionally lose.”

Chen Qingyuan was worried about this happening, which would be a huge loss for him.

“Don’t worry!” Zhangsun Fengye assured. “I won’t do that. I’ll give it my all.”

Ten days later, the people from the Dongli Sword Sect arrived.

Besides them, many fellow cultivators came to watch the excitement.

To maximize the impact, Chen Qingyuan had been spreading the news of the upcoming battle between the Sword Disciple and Zhangsun Fengye, attracting a large audience.

This was a barren land with no vegetation, blackened soil, and many large rocks.

On the arena, Zhangsun Fengye and Jiang Xun faced each other from a distance, ready to fight.

Before the battle, Chen Qingyuan and the Dongli Sword Sect had reached an agreement to bet a Fortune Green Lotus.

“Madman, this is our first battle. You absolutely cannot lose.” Chen Qingyuan transmitted his voice. “If you lose, we’ll become a laughingstock.”

Zhangsun Fengye heard Chen Qingyuan’s words but didn’t respond. He focused intently on Jiang Xun, ready for a good fight.

Since participating in the Hundred Veins Banquet, Zhangsun Fengye hadn’t used his true skills.

“Let’s see how capable the top of the Ten Heroes of the Northern Wilderness is.”

Jiang Xun had long wanted to meet Zhangsun Fengye but never had the chance.

“You won’t be disappointed.”

Zhangsun Fengye’s expression was calm.

Over seven hundred people were watching, eagerly anticipating.

“As far as I know, the Sword Disciple recently gained a significant fortune, advancing his Sword Dao realm and enhancing his strength.”

“The top of the Ten Heroes of the Northern Wilderness is certainly not a simple character. In my memory, I’ve never seen him make a move.”

“Chang Ziqiu of the Northern Wilderness is also one of the Ten Heroes. He once fought the Holy Son of the Heavenly Mansion Mountain Villa to a draw. As the top of the Ten Heroes, Zhangsun Fengye must be no weaker than Chang Ziqiu!”

“This battle, who will win and who will lose?”

Everyone stared intently at the two on the arena, their spirits tense, subconsciously clenching their fists.