The elder's request

  "Elder, what do you want to say?" After being called over by the Elder, Yi Feng had a faintly ominous feeling. The Elder stared straight at Yi Feng, and in this enclosed room, it was as if all the air was being squeezed out, making it hard to breathe.

  Don't look at Yi Feng's usual sloppy attitude in front of the Great Elder, even daring to rob the Great Elder. But when the Great Elder becomes serious, Yi Feng's heart also trembles. In the Holy Land, no one dares not to take the Great Elder seriously. Of course, the old man is an exception. There are few people who have been put in his eyes, at least now Yi Feng only knows that the old master of Jingyun Sect has been put in his eyes.

  "Yi Feng, one year later, I want you to defeat Liu Feng." The Great Elder suddenly spoke out a sentence, his eyes extremely deep and serious.

  Yi Feng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Great Elder, you're not unaware of my background. I'm just a wandering cultivator, although my talent is somewhat exceptional. But defeating him would be easy."

  Liu Fengtian's talent is one of the best on the entire continent, and he should have reached the level of a Master. A Master, as the name suggests, is an existence that can be a teacher to others. At his age of less than 20 years old, such talent is very powerful.

  However, Hou Yi didn't put him in his heart at all. He had too many ways to capture him, and in the Holy Land, he could make him defenseless.

  "Yi Feng, I'm saying you defeat him, truly and actually defeat him, with martial power. Not with poisonous techniques or anything else." The Great Elder looked straight at Yi Feng, his tone firm and not allowing any rebuttal.

  He was taken aback for a moment and looked at the Great Elder in surprise, saying: "Great Elder, you're joking too, right?"

  The old man hummed and said: "Do you think I'm joking? Yifeng, don't think I'm kidding. I want you to defeat him with real martial power."

  Yi Feng felt his head had grown two sizes bigger: within a year, he was supposed to cultivate to the level of Master and above, and defeat Liu Feng. Was this possible? What kind of medicine were these old guys taking? Were they trying to drive him crazy?!

  "That, old man, you also know that if it were in the past, I wouldn't have taken a single Feng lightly. But now my strength is completely gone. How could I possibly defeat him purely by relying on brute force?" Yifeng said with a flattering face.

  The old man said faintly, "That's your own business. But I'll tell you, if you can't do it, I'll let Liu Feng kill you. In this matter, I think your master won't mind either. Since the Holy Land has given you so much special treatment, if you can't even do this, you might as well go die, the Holy Land doesn't need trash."

  "Boom..."

  Yi Feng couldn't help but burst out: "Come on, old man! Who in the world can cultivate to a level above Master within a year? That's impossible. And besides, Liu Feng has also been growing over the past year."

  Yi Feng gazed at the resolute eyes of the Great Elder, without a hint of room for negotiation in them. He understood that if he truly hadn't met his requirements, the Great Elder would really let him die. Some decisions made by the Great Elder couldn't even be stopped by their Master.

  Yi Feng rubbed his temples hard, feeling a severe headache. He had thought that with the support of Dou Qi after a year, using poisonous techniques would not be a problem, and dealing with a Shi-level cultivator would be easy. But the Great Elder's words were like pushing Yi Feng onto a dead-end path.

  "Great Elder, don't set the bar so high, okay? The old man wants me to challenge the successor of Jingyun Sect within two years, and you want me to defeat Liu Feng within a year, how can one be more ruthless than the other?" Yi Feng said anxiously.

  The old man's eyes lit up and he said with excitement: "Your master that old fellow wants you to defeat the successor of Jingyun Sect within two years?"

  Yi Feng nodded doubtfully and said: "What's wrong?"

  The old man smiled and said: "Hehe, nothing. Then you should defeat Liu Feng within a year, otherwise you won't even have the chance to challenge the successor of Jingyun Sect."

  This old guy has finally decided to put pressure on his precious apprentice, tsk tsk, challenging the Jingyun Sect's successor within two years is much more ruthless than I am. However, as the only disciple of the Holy Land for thousands of years, he must be given special pressure, although this pressure is a bit abnormal. But if the Holy Land's successor isn't a bit abnormal, people will laugh at him, it's better to let him die now.

  To avoid losing the face of the Holy Land, that old man wouldn't want him to lose the face of the Evil Sect either. Moreover, that old man had passed on the sect-protecting treasure of the Evil Sect to Yi Feng. Tsk tsk... who knows if this kid getting the Ling Shen Decision is good luck or bad luck. Heh heh...

  "Alright, I'll give it a try. Although the old man passed on the Ling Shen Jue with his incredible skills, who knows if it's really that powerful." Yifeng saw that there was no room for discussion and had to accept it.

  Is it really possible to go from being a waste person to a master in just one year?

  The Great Elder looked at Yi Feng, and in his heart, he was also thinking: As the successor of the Holy Land, his expectations for Yi Feng were not weaker than those of Yi Feng's master, but stronger. The Holy Land has been constrained by the rules of past dynasties and can only be hidden in this valley. People don't know about it, but who doesn't hope that the Holy Land will become famous throughout the world as the true holy land of the continent?

  The elderly who cannot leave the holy land for their whole lives can only pin their hopes on Yifeng.

  "Yi Feng, gather your lazy and scattered personality, bring out the seriousness and determination you had when studying medicine, defeating Liuxue is not impossible." The elder patted Yi Feng's shoulder and said.

  Yi Feng rolled his eyes: So you also know the possibility is low, huh. The mainland still hasn't produced anyone who can reach Master level in a year. Dammit, try harder, can't really die at Liu Feng's trash hands.

  "Great elder, if there's nothing else I'll take my leave. I still need to cultivate." Yi Feng was somewhat dissatisfied, this task's difficulty was too great for him.

  The elder nodded and said: "Go. Within this year, if you lack anything, come find us five people. As long as it can enhance your strength, we will give it to you."

  Yi Feng's eyes lit up, and his heart finally felt a bit more balanced. Heh heh, these old guys must have quite a few treasures in their hands; why not just rob them all? Besides, with their help, the speed of his strength increase would definitely be twice as fast.

  ……

  Yi Feng walked out of the elder's secret chamber and headed towards the back mountain. As a fallen person, he could only be quiet in the back mountain where outsiders couldn't enter. Most importantly, Yi Feng really wanted to work hard to improve his strength, after all, this was a society where the strong preyed on the weak. Moreover, his own dignity wouldn't allow him to be provoked by Liu Feng. No matter what, he had to defeat Liu Feng.

  Recalling the insult from that scumbag just now, Yī Fēng felt his heart clenching up again, and the scene from five years ago replayed in a way that was all too familiar.

  "Maple, I must spend a year stepping on you heavily."