Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 109 - 110 Chu Fengmian’s Results

Chapter 109: Chapter 110 Chu Fengmian’s Results

Chu Fengmian.

All eyes converged on Chu Fengmian.

Now, the only remaining hope was Chu Fengmian, the dark horse who could surpass Zhi Lingtian in the first stage of the assessment, the test of the Martial Stone.

Perhaps Chu Fengmian really could achieve it in this second stage of the exam.

"Is it really this kid? How did he not die?"

Seeing the discussions among the crowd, the white-haired elder only then noticed Chu Fengmian’s presence, his gaze revealing a hint of surprise.

Chu Fengmian had offended the Cheng and Chu families.

From what he knew, both of these major families had sent people to kill Chu Fengmian on this deserted island.

However, after seven days, Chu Fengmian was still alive, which greatly exceeded his expectations.

It seemed that even the Cheng and Chu families could fail in their attempts.

Although extremely surprised, the white-haired elder still maintained an extremely calm expression as he watched Chu Fengmian approach and spoke indifferently.

"Bring out all the Demon Cores."

Chu Fengmian revealed a confident smile at the corner of his mouth, stepped forward boldly, and opened a storage bag. From it, pile after pile of Demon Cores tumbled out.

"Wow."

The quantity of Demon Cores, at first glance, was easily two to three hundred.

"So many Demon Cores!"

"Can a Martial Artist really hunt so many? He couldn’t be cheating, could he?"

Some of the spectating Martial Artists began to buzz with conversation.

Other competitors who attempted the verification last had hunted at most around a hundred Demon Cores.

Chu Fengmian had taken out two to three hundred Demon Cores in one go; on average, he would have had to hunt more than thirty demonic beasts per day. This number was certainly astronomical.

"It’s not certain yet, you see, the quality of these pills is actually not that high."

A Martial Artist spoke gravely.

He noticed that the Demon Cores Chu Fengmian brought out were a bit uneven. Though it wasn’t to say there were no high-grade Demon Cores, compared to Lin Mozhu and Ao Wuming, the two of them brought out consistently high-grade Demon Cores of Body Tempering Realm Sixth Layer and above.

As for Chu Fengmian’s, naturally, they weren’t as high-grade as the two of them.

"The final score is also closely related to the quality of the Demon Cores; even if there are a lot of low-grade ones, the Contribution Points earned might not necessarily be more."

Upon hearing this Martial Artist’s explanation, many of the Spirit Masters at the side finally realized.

Right, if Lin Mozhu and Ao Wuming hunted low-level beasts, the quantity probably wouldn’t be any less than this.

Although there were many Demon Cores, their quality was not high, and the final score might not surpass the 3,700 points of Lin Mozhu and Ao Wuming.

"Right, a total of 2,800 points."

The white-haired elder counted the Demon Cores and then spoke out loud.

"Not bad, with this number, you should be able to secure a place in the top five."

"2,800 points."

Upon hearing this figure, not many people in the audience were surprised; instead, there was mostly just a sigh.

The expectations they held for Chu Fengmian were, of course, more than just a little. In their view, the dark horse Chu Fengmian, who had stood out in the first trial, should, if not surpass Zhi Lingtian,

also surpass Lin Mozhu and Ao Wuming.

However, the number of 2,800 points was still not as good as the current four geniuses.

"Hmph, as expected, this kid made a big splash in the first assessment, but this second assessment just exposes his true colors."

"An outsider, how could he contend against the true geniuses like the four great prodigies? This number is his true strength."

Some Martial Artists affiliated with the Cheng and Chu families scoffed at Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian had always been regarded as the king of the new generation in this year’s competition, and many even compared Chu Fengmian to Zhi Lingtian fifteen years ago.

Now, seeing Chu Fengmian’s results, which were even less than Lin Mozhu and Ao Wuming, they stood up and started jeering.

"Hmph, an outsider really thinks he is an exceptional genius, trying to compare himself to Zhi Lingtian; this figure wouldn’t even make him the king of the new generation in some of the weaker years."

A Martial Artist from a Chu family sideline scoffed.

"This figure seems a bit low."

Lin Mozhu looked at Chu Fengmian and mumbled to himself.

The number 2,800 was much less than he had expected; in his view, even if Chu Fengmian couldn’t surpass them, he wouldn’t be far behind them either.

"Here’s your identity token, go and wait on the side."

The white-haired elder took an identity token and passed it to Chu Fengmian.

"Wait, it’s not over yet."

Seeing the white-haired elder hand over the identity token, Chu Fengmian’s mouth revealed a somewhat devilish smile.

"What Chu just took out was only a part; I separated them to make them easier for the elder to count."

As he spoke, Chu Fengmian again reached into his robes as if performing a magic trick and pulled out another storage bag.

"There’s more?"

"This kid even has another storage bag."

Witnessing Chu Fengmian’s action, the surrounding Martial Artists were somewhat speechless, and even the white-haired elder’s mouth twitched.

Afraid he wouldn’t be able to count clearly?

He, as the examiner, had counted countless Demon Cores and was actually being doubted.

"How many Demon Cores do you have? Bring them all out at once, no need to waste time; no matter how many more Demon Cores you have, this old one can count them."

The white-haired elder spoke proudly.

"Is that so? Then the elder must count carefully."

Chu Fengmian’s eyes showed a bit of laughter.

He opened the storage bag, and instantly, piles and piles of Demon Cores rolled out.

This storage bag, too, was filled to the brim, also with about two to three hundred Demon Cores.

"So the number of Demon Cores this kid has actually surpassed what a single storage bag can hold?"

Many Martial Artists took sharp intakes of breath.

So many Demon Cores, could they really be hunted by one person?

Their astonishment did not end there.

Chu Fengmian again performed what seemed like a sleight of hand, pulling out yet another storage bag.

Beneath the astonished gazes of the crowd, he opened the storage bag, and once again countless Demon Cores rolled out.

This storage bag, too, was full of Demon Cores.

Countless Demon Cores piled up on the ground, forming a small mountain; the number might even be equal to or more than the combined total of the earlier Martial Artists.

"Is that all?"

"These Demon Cores must be at least seven to eight hundred, right?"

Some Martial Artists exclaimed.

They now understood that the Demon Cores Chu Fengmian had initially brought out were merely an appetizer.

Chu Fengmian had never disappointed them before.

This was the real Chu Fengmian, with an outcome no one could have anticipated.