However, Ye Qingfeng had no interest in feeling the gaze of the crowd.
He ascended the steps slowly.
Yet, each step was steady.
"This reminds of walking up the Ye Family’s steps with my parents back then."
Ye Qingfeng looked up at the sky, blue as if it were washed clean.
His thoughts were inevitably pulled back to his childhood.
The mories of walking up the Ye Family’s steps with his parents.
Those were happy days.
But they didn’t last long.
Recalling these warm monts.
Ye Qingfeng’s lips involuntarily curled into a gentle smile.
This kind of pure happiness.
He hadn’t felt it for a long, long ti.
"My regret is not returning to the mont before my mother’s death."
Ye Qingfeng sighed.
If he could return to that mont.
Ye Qingfeng would exhaust every effort to protect his mother.
Shaking his head, he cast aside those sorrowful emotions.
What filled Ye Qingfeng’s eyes was infinite fighting spirit.
"The things and people I want to protect, from this mont onward, can no longer be lost."
Ye Qingfeng silently vowed to himself.
Unknowingly, Ye Qingfeng had already reached the twentieth step.
Song Yu was here, seemingly struggling.
Song Yu, a martial artist from Jiangnan City.
Without a strong backing, she had to rely solely on her own efforts.
"Follow ."
Ye Qingfeng’s calm voice reached Song Yu’s ears.
Song Yu brushed away her strands of hair, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.
Ye Qingfeng had not only caught up with her but seed to be casually climbing the steps as if leisurely walking, unaffected.
"Could it be that the Hundred Dragon Gang Wind and Spiritual Pressure have no effect on him?"
Song Yu, with her red lips slightly open, was at a loss for words.
Yet, her steps shifted to follow behind Ye Qingfeng.
The spiritual pressure remained, but with Ye Qingfeng blocking the gang wind, it had lessened considerably.
However, Ye Qingfeng did not stop at these twenty-odd steps.
Step by step, as steady as a mountain, climbing upward.
Neither fast nor slow, only filled with the will to fight.
The gang wind could only flutter Ye Qingfeng’s garnts.
It couldn’t cause him any harm at all.
As for the spiritual pressure, Ye Qingfeng barely felt it.
It was like drifting clouds in the sky.
On the thirtieth step.
Ye Qingfeng arrived, where those with ordinary talent among the inner courtyard students.
Struggled here.
"Look, that’s... that’s Ye Qingfeng. Wasn’t he at the end? How did he catch up?"
"Probably he climbed with all his might. Soon, he’ll have to stop."
"He won’t last long. He’ll soon fall. His current ease is just a pretense."
Those inner courtyard students, seeing Ye Qingfeng had already reached the sa step as them.
Began to chatter among themselves.
Yet, few had confidence in him.
"Kid, just keep holding on! You’ll be in trouble soon enough."
Nie Renkuang let out a sinister laugh.
The higher up you went, the stronger the gang wind beca, and the greater the spiritual pressure.
But all the martial artists, driven with full vigor, aid to ascend each step higher.
After all, the higher the steps you surpass.
The longer you can cultivate at the Sun and Moon Pond.
However, Ye Qingfeng paid him no mind.
Instead, he continued to climb upward.
Amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd.
Ye Qingfeng had already stepped onto the fortieth step.
"This kid, he’s got so skill!"
Huo Tianchou, who had been watching Ye Qingfeng.
At this mont, couldn’t help but praise him.
"What, you have thoughts?"
Elder Gou Lu’s old face showed a slight smile.
"What thoughts could I have? But you, this old guy, still have such sharp insight."
Huo Tianchou let out a sigh.
The fortieth step.
It was already a watershed for the inner courtyard students.
Even with persistence and full effort, ordinary inner courtyard students could not reach the fortieth step.
Those who could reach the fortieth step.
Were top students from the outer court or geniuses from the inner courtyard.
Chu Yinghua, though following behind Chu Moyun.
Had reached the forty-second step.
But her beautiful forehead was already glistening with fragrant sweat, clearly having reached her limit.
Trying to step onto the forty-third step, she found it difficult.
Shui Qianxue, following behind Shui Wuque.
At the forty-fifth step, found it extrely difficult to continue upward.
Ouyang Zhantian was considered the top student in the outer court.
But stopped at the forty-ninth step, unable to step onto the fiftieth.
Here, Ye Qingfeng looked at these people, pausing for a mont.
"The gang wind is not strong enough, the spiritual pressure is not enough either."
Feeling it, Ye Qingfeng grinned widely.
If everyone knew what Ye Qingfeng was thinking at this mont.
They would likely all go crazy.
This was truly perverse.
While everyone was thinking about how to resist the gang wind and spiritual pressure.
Ye Qingfeng, on the other hand, was considering using the gang wind and spiritual pressure to temper himself.
Like refining steel in a furnace.
If the fire wasn’t hot enough, there would naturally be no steel-refining results.
Yet those foolish students, because of Ye Qingfeng’s pause, continued to mock him.
"Heh heh, this guy stopped. I knew it, not much hope. He was just putting on airs at the base of the Hundred Dragon Stairs."
"It’s his first ti on the Hundred Dragon Stairs, and he recklessly tries to reach the top in one go. Asking for trouble, really."
"Must be exhausted. Forty steps, I thought that was impressive!"
Ye Qingfeng’s pause led those students who didn’t like him.
Each one couldn’t resist opening their mouths to taunt him.
"Hmph! Better fall from here."
Chu Yinghua huffed while glancing at Ye Qingfeng, pausing on the fortieth step.
She couldn’t let go of the incident of being spied on.
"With no one to block the gang wind for you, reaching here isn’t bad either."
Shui Qianxue, at this mont, couldn’t help but turn around, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of unfathomable light.
"Kid, you’ll never be a match for , Ouyang Zhantian. I will make you a stepping stone on my martial path."
Ouyang Zhantian’s eyes harbored boundless grievance.
With clenched teeth, he suddenly stepped forward.
Finally reaching the fiftieth step.
"Haha! Our Ouyang Family is finally rising. Young Master Tuomian and Young Master Zhantian are the most dazzling talents of this era."
The Ouyang Family couldn’t help but beco excited.
"Plop!"
Chu Yinghua was also about to step onto a higher step.
However, the gang wind was too fierce, added with the imnse spiritual pressure.
One misstep.
Her graceful figure tumbled backward.
The Chu Family wanted to help.
But found it difficult.
At this mont, everyone found it hard to ensure their own safety.
Who would have the strength left to rescue Chu Yinghua?
Seeing Chu Yinghua about to suffer severe injuries, if not worse.
"Swoosh!"
Only at this mont.
A breeze blew.
A large hand directly caught hold of Chu Yinghua’s waist.
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