Chapter 909: Why Go Up There

Chapter 909: Chapter 909: Why Go Up There

People turned to look at Xue Feng and Xue Wei, their faces filled with surprise and anticipation.

Xue Wei, standing on the stage, was also somewhat surprised. The corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He hadn’t expected Xue Feng to appear at this critical moment.

But isn’t he just seeking death?

Xue Wei sneered as he walked up to Xue Feng, leaning in close to his ear, speaking in a voice suppressed to a whisper, filled with derision, "Xue Feng, you really overestimate yourself. Do you dare to compete for the Saint Position with me? Aren’t you afraid of losing face?"

Xue Wei’s tone was filled with disdain and sarcasm, his eyes gleaming with mockery.

Xue Feng’s expression remained unchanged as he coldly glanced at Xue Wei, not angered by his taunts.

He simply replied, "Xue Wei, the outcome is not yet determined; who will laugh last is still uncertain."

Xue Wei’s mockery didn’t shake Xue Feng’s confidence; he remained steadfast on stage, his gaze resolute.

The Family Head’s face also bore displeasure, his gaze swept between Xue Feng and Xue Wei, finally resting on Xue Feng with obvious discontent.

He thought like Xue Wei did, that Xue Feng, with his level of strength, dared to compete with Xue Wei for the Saint Position—it was simply a disgrace.

"Xue Feng," the Family Head said coldly, "Although you are eligible to participate in the election, whether your strength is enough for the position requires rigorous testing."

His voice was filled with authority and displeasure, clearly upset by Xue Feng’s appearance.

In the eyes of the crowd, Xue Feng was just an overestimating clown, hardly comparable to Xue Wei.

People under the stage sensed the Family Head’s displeasure and began whispering amongst themselves.

Some thought Xue Feng was just courting humiliation, while others admired his courage. However, more people had faith in Xue Wei, believing he was the only successor to the Saint Position.

Xue Wei stood beside Xue Feng, a hint of a proud smile on his face.

The Family Head was clearly on his side; the outcome of this election was almost destined.

"Xue Feng, no matter how much you struggle, the Saint Position is mine," Xue Wei sneered, his voice full of confidence and arrogance.

The Family Head just watched the two for quite some time without speaking.

An elder sitting beside the Family Head noticed his hesitation.

Quickly stood up, smiling, and said, "Family Head, our Xue Family’s elections have always been fair and just. Since Xue Feng also wants to participate, why not let them compete? This will not only demonstrate our fairness but also show everyone true strength."

Another elder echoed, "Indeed, Family Head, let them compete fairly. Whoever has the stronger strength will qualify for the Saint Position. It’s also an account to the clansmen."

A third elder nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes, "Correct, let them prove themselves through competition, so everyone will be convinced."

Various elders spoke up one after another, persuading the Family Head.

Their words emphasized fairness and justice, subtly suggesting the Family Head should give Xue Feng a chance.

The Family Head furrowed his brow, clearly unhappy with Xue Feng’s sudden appearance, but under the elders’ persuasion.

His attitude softened a bit. He took a deep breath, his gaze swept between Xue Wei and Xue Feng, finally nodding.

"If that’s the case," the Family Head said slowly, his voice tinged with authority and unwilling compromise, "then follow the rules and compete. Whoever has the stronger strength will qualify for the Saint Position."

Xue Wei’s eyes flickered with displeasure but quickly regained his confident smile.

He was full of confidence in his strength, thinking Xue Feng was no match for him.

Xue Feng, however, remained resolute, fearlessly looking at the Family Head, nodding to accept the challenge.

Seeing this, the Family Head gestured to start.

The crowd below quieted again, their eyes all fixed on the stage, anticipating the upcoming competition.

The square was bustling, the noise and expectant gazes of the crowd making the scene exceptionally tense and exciting. The competition venue was ready, and members of the Xue Family intently watched the election about to unfold.

Xiao Xiao watched Xue Feng standing on stage, her eyes full of shock.

She never expected Xue Feng to stand up and run for the Saint Position.

Her mouth was slightly open, not closing for a long time, her eyes filled with both surprise and confusion.

"Xue Feng... how could he..." Xiao Xiao murmured to herself, her eyes full of doubt.

Qin Chuan and Li Nian’er stood beside her, also stunned by the scene before them.

Qin Chuan frowned, his eyes complex as he gazed at Xue Feng on the stage, seemingly pondering something.

"Xiao Xiao, do you know why Xue Feng wants to compete for the Saint Position?" Li Nian’er asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of doubt.

Xiao Xiao shook her head, her face full of confusion, "I don’t know either. Xue Feng has always been low-key, so why would he suddenly stand up for the Saint Position?"

Could it be because of Xue Zhao?

When Xue Feng said, "I want to compete for the Saint Position,"

These words were like a heavy hammer, striking Xiao Xiao’s heart and puzzling her further.

Her mind raced, trying to comprehend Xue Feng’s actions.

"What on earth is he trying to do?" Xiao Xiao murmured to herself, her heart filled with unease.

For Xue Feng to act this way is just asking for trouble.

Even if it’s for Xue Zhao, this isn’t the way.

Her gaze tightly fixed on Xue Feng on stage, attempting to glean answers from his expressions and actions.

However, Xue Feng’s demeanor remained resolute and calm, showing no inner turmoil.

Xiao Xiao’s thoughts were interrupted by Qin Chuan’s voice, "Regardless, now that Xue Feng is also a candidate, we need to closely monitor this competition’s progress."

Xiao Xiao nodded, trying to calm herself, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

She knew the upcoming competition would decide Xue Feng’s fate, and she had to stay lucid, not swayed by emotions.

Qin Chuan, Li Nian’er, and Xiao Xiao stood below the stage, watching the forthcoming competition, their hearts full of complex emotions and anticipation.

The atmosphere of the competition grew tenser, everyone holding their breath, waiting for this critical battle to begin.

Outside Xue Zhao’s room.

Ye Qingchen stood panting outside Xue Zhao’s residence.

His chest heaved violently, sweat beading his forehead.

The relentless journey left him exhausted, his legs felt like they were leaden.

Every breath seemed desperate as if he was frantically drawing strength from the air.

He looked up at Xue Zhao’s residence, his heart a mix of emotions.

Ye Qingchen couldn’t help but murmur, "The exit of that Secret Realm is unexpectedly far, ten thousand and eighty thousand miles from the Xue Family. Even though I’ve reached the Eighth Layer of Martial Emperor Realm, I practically ran myself ragged to get back in time, thank goodness I made it."