47: Up to 97 points of love value

"I saw him once when I first joined the Sect, and haven't seen him since!" He Qianqiu replied indifferently.

"Between his demeanor and mine, who is stronger?" Luo Hongchen asked again.

"It's hard to compare, that was a long time ago, we've almost forgotten what she looks like!" He Qianqiu said without hesitation.

But Yang Dingtian, who was beside him, had a faraway look and opened his mouth, giving the answer: "They each have their strengths, neither is superior!"

As he spoke, Yang Dingtian turned to look at Luo Hongchen. He always felt that his Junior Sister seemed to be acting increasingly strange.

Why did her gaze towards Chen Qingfeng always feel a bit sticky?

One was a junior Disciple of the Sect, only around twenty years old.

The other was a Junior Martial Uncle over a hundred years old.

Between these two, there shouldn't be anything, right?

They were generations apart!

"He's reached the thirteenth floor!" Someone shouted, once again shifting everyone's attention to Chen Qingfeng inside the Heavenly Tower.

The thirteenth floor!

Golden Core Initial Stage!

Over thirty Clones at the Golden Core Initial Stage; such combat power, even if they did nothing but stand there, could create immense pressure and deterrence.

"Over thirty Golden Core Initial Stage!"

"Moreover, they all Cultivate the same Sword Art and the same Cultivation Technique as Chen Qingfeng!"

"This means that everything Chen Qingfeng has, they also possess, and everything Chen Qingfeng doesn't have, they also possess!"

How could he fight this?

To be honest, all the Tianyi Sect Disciples present didn't know.

Even He Qianqiu and Luo Hongchen didn't know.

Because, in their opinion, in such a disproportionate confrontation, Chen Qingfeng had almost no chance of winning.

As expected, it was just as they had anticipated.

Before the twelfth floor, Chen Qingfeng was able to handle things with ease.

But once he reached this floor, he gradually felt it becoming more and more difficult.

His attacks were blocked one after another.

Instead, facing over thirty Golden Core Initial Stage Clones, he could only constantly flee in a sorry state, to gain space for his survival.

But the number of opponents was simply too great.

The Cultivation Realm was the same.

The strength was the same!

Even the Moves and Cultivation Techniques used were identical.

When he launched a Sword Art, those thirty-plus Clones would launch thirty-plus identical Sword Arts.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

In just a brief moment, Chen Qingfeng had already suffered countless attacks.

His robes began to tear apart.

His face grew pale and haggard.

Blood began to drip from his body.

He... was about to collapse!

"Give up!"

"An ant is ultimately just an ant, unable to contend with heaven and earth. The fact that you've reached this thirteenth floor clearly shows your exceptional talent; you are the first in the past few centuries!"

"But... you cannot pass this thirteenth floor!"

"Just as you will never be able to reach the eighteenth floor and open the fourth floor of the Earth Vein Forbidden Ground!"

"Remember! Never!!!"

In front of him, the thirty-plus Clones sneered in unison.

They stood around the entire thirteenth floor of the Heavenly Tower, staring at Chen Qingfeng with the same sarcastic eyes, the same mocking expressions, and not a trace of emotion.

Chen Qingfeng knelt on one knee, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Blood also flowed from the sword marks on his body.

But... did he really have to give up?

"No!!!"

"I must open the fourth floor of the Forbidden Ground! I must obtain the life soul grass! I must help Junior Martial Aunt recover her Cultivation!"

"Just the thirteenth floor?"

"Heh! How could it possibly stop my determination to advance???"

Chen Qingfeng gritted his teeth, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

His Seventh-stage Sword Domain unfolded.

The seventh sword of the Dustless Sword Art was fiercely unleashed.

But what he got in return were over thirty sword strikes of the Dustless Sword Art...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

His body was once again sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall of the Heavenly Tower.

"Pfft..." Blood gushed out.

His body was in excruciating, heart-wrenching pain.

"Chen Qingfeng—"

"Give up! Don't be stubborn! If you keep this up, you'll really die!!!"

Outside the arena, Su Meier's cries continued.

The thousands of Tianyi Sect Disciples present were all silent, only her voice echoed loudly, reaching everyone's ears.

[Ding—]

[Su Meier's Affection +1, 1% of Su Meier's deceased husband's Cultivation has been returned!]

[Ding—]

[Su Meier's Affection +2, 2% of Su Meier's deceased husband's Cultivation has been returned!]

[Ding—]

[Su Meier's Affection +3, 3% of Su Meier's deceased husband's Cultivation has been returned!]

The System's notification sounds kept ringing in his mind.

At this moment, Chen Qingfeng lay on the ground of the thirteenth floor of the Heavenly Tower, on the verge of death.

Three streams of true essence surged into the Golden Core within his body.

The gap to the Golden Core Middle Stage was still a vast distance away.

Was there no hope?

How could he break this situation?

Chen Qingfeng gritted his teeth, wanting to struggle to his feet from the ground, but the bone-piercing pain, as if his internal organs were torn apart, made him unable to Move.

"It's over!"

"It seems the thirteenth floor is Chen Qingfeng's final achievement!"

"I just wonder where his name will appear on the Heaven's Pride Ranking!"

"Top three!"

"It should at least be top three!"

"Although he gathered over thirty Elder tokens to open the Heaven's Pride Ranking, he only reached the thirteenth floor!"

"And the first and second on the Heaven's Pride Ranking are both ruthless characters who completed all floors."

"If you can't complete it, gathering more Elder tokens is still useless, just as no matter how high your Cultivation is, if you don't live to the end, you are ultimately not as good as an ant at Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment!"

As Chen Qingfeng fell heavily, severely injured and unable to get up, countless Tianyi Sect Disciples on the entire Altar of Heaven Square began to speculate.

No one believed Chen Qingfeng could continue to persevere.

Even he, lying on the thirteenth floor of the Heavenly Tower, deeply felt that this situation truly seemed unsolvable.

"Is there really no hope?"

"No!"

"That's not right!!!"

"Su Meier's Affection seems to have reached 97 points! Only 3 points left!"

"There's still hope!"

"There's still one last hope!!!"

Suddenly, Chen Qingfeng glanced at Su Meier's current Affection.

However, it was shocking to see.

On the System panel, Su Meier's name was already at the very top, with a high Affection of 97 points, ranking first!!!