When Chu Xinghe's name appeared, everyone changed.

After Chu Xinghe finished speaking, his Aura erupted.

Many people felt a sense of horror in their hearts.

The strength of the Middle Stage Heavenly God Realm.

"I consider myself to have some talent for Cultivation, but I shouldn't be able to compare to the Saint and Saintess of the Qinglu Academy."

Xingxi was stunned.

It was true; she was indeed the Saintess of the Qinglu Academy.

However, she rarely made public appearances.

Others knew of her existence.

But they didn't know what she looked like.

Or what her strength was.

She hadn't expected that Chu Xinghe would actually know her background.

A different kind of emotion flickered in Ning Xiuchi's eyes.

Xu Sanwei knelt on the spot, not daring to speak.

At this moment, the onlookers grew even more curious.

Just what secret did Chu Xinghe hold?

To be able to make Xu Sanwei act like this.

"Go, attack your Saint."

Chu Xinghe continued to command.

Xu Sanwei took a deep breath.

"Saint, please forgive me."

After speaking, he turned into an afterimage, his five fingers spread as he clawed toward Ning Xiuchi's heart.

Ning Xiuchi did not retreat; instead, he took a step forward.

With a circular step.

He appeared directly behind Xu Sanwei.

Striking with the edge of his hand like a blade.

Xu Sanwei instantly collapsed to the ground.

Chu Xinghe didn't care as he looked at the unconscious Xu Sanwei.

Besides, Xu Sanwei hadn't used his full strength.

Seeing this, Xingxi's expression changed.

The Aura of the Perfection True God Realm erupted.

So what if he was a Heavenly God?

It wasn't as if she hadn't killed one before.

However, just as her Aura erupted.

It was suddenly pressed back into her body.

She took several steps back in succession.

The stone slabs beneath her feet cracked like a spiderweb.

A trace of crimson appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Are you very strong?"

A flat sentence caused Xingxi's Face to change color.

She had just unleashed all her Aura to give Chu Xinghe a show of strength.

Who could have thought that Chu Xinghe would neutralize it so effortlessly?

Instead, he looked down on her strength.

She had always been someone who refused to admit defeat.

She wanted to continue forward.

"Senior Sister, you are not his match."

Ning Xiuchi watched Chu Xinghe like a hawk.

"Everyone in my Qinglu Academy is a scholar; our martial skills are not very good."

Chu Xinghe waved his hand to interrupt.

"Do you mean you're good at 'Mouth Techniques'?"

Many people were stunned.

"Uh, this mouth technique... it should be the decent kind, right?"

"I don't know if the mouth technique is decent or not, but I like this brother's personality."

"There's going to be a good show to watch next."

Ning Xiuchi now knew that he couldn't just follow Chu Xinghe's words.

Otherwise, it would be easy to fall into his trap.

"The Qinglu Academy is skilled in the Dao of Poetry and Literature, I know."

Before Ning Xiuchi could speak.

Chu Xinghe continued as if no one else were there.

"I accept your challenge. Isn't it just poetry? Three days from now, at this very place, I will challenge you."

"At that time, the onlookers will provide the topics. How about it?"

Ning Xiuchi was stunned; this guy was so confident.

Knowing my advantage, he still dares to challenge me?

Could there be a trick in this?

Even Xingxi stood frozen on the spot.

Truly a newborn calf who does not fear the tiger.

Your talent in Cultivation might be stronger than ours.

But this Dao of Poetry?

Even she had to admit that she was inferior to this Saint Junior Brother.

"Fine. Three days later, at this same place, the onlookers will provide the topics."

Excitement flickered in Ning Xiuchi's eyes.

When it came to poetry, he had never lost.

Seeing the confidence in Ning Xiuchi's eyes.

Chu Xinghe's eyes narrowed.

"Good. Three days later, at this same place."

"But I have one condition: whoever cheats or admits defeat, the other party wins directly. Whoever loses must kneel and kowtow three times, cripple their own Cultivation, cripple their own hands, and the loser must grant the winner three conditions. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Xiuchi hesitated a little.

Xingxi did not speak.

Her gaze was filled with suspicion.

Even the others were the same.

Ning Xiuchi's performance just now wasn't particularly good.

Undeniably, to be able to sit in the position of the Qinglu Academy's Saint, he would surely become a Great Confucian in the future.

And every Great Confucian possessed extraordinary strength.

Even powerful Great Confucians were treated with caution by Saints.

After setting the bet.

Chu Xinghe left haughtily.

Xingxi looked at Ning Xiuchi.

"Do you have confidence?"

"This person cannot be underestimated. I observe that his age is similar to ours, yet he is already in the Heavenly God Realm. Even I am not his match."

Ning Xiuchi revealed a smile.

"Senior Sister, if it were a contest of strength, I might not be able to beat him. But in poetry, it's not that I'm overconfident, but even ten of him wouldn't be my match."

Ning Xiuchi thought of this.

Seeing Chu Xinghe about to head out, he hurriedly stopped him.

"Wait. Since it's a bet, we naturally need to sign a contract."

After speaking, he took out a piece of paper and wrote down the contents.

Blood appeared on his finger as he wrote his name.

Chu Xinghe didn't show it on his Face, but his body clearly displayed resistance.

Ning Xiuchi felt disdain in his heart.

So there are things you're afraid of too.

It seems you're not that confident after all.

Ning Xiuchi was just afraid that this guy would suddenly go back on his word.

Many people looked at Chu Xinghe with mockery in their eyes.

They could also see that Chu Xinghe was in a bit of a difficult position.

But they didn't intervene.

With such an entertaining event, they naturally wanted to see it through.

"This contract?"

Ning Xiuchi sighed.

"I don't want to force you, brother. If you apologize now, we'll act as if this never happened, and there will be no bet."

Chu Xinghe looked at the self-righteous Child of Destiny, somewhat speechless.

[Uh, Master, this Child of Destiny only grows in Luck, not in brains.]

[Fortunately, I am assisting Master now; otherwise, I would be infuriated to death by these Children of Destiny.]

[With a Child of Destiny like this, how on earth did he manage to defeat Zhongli Qingmeng?]

Chu Xinghe hadn't expected that even the System couldn't stand it anymore.

"System, you say he's delivered himself to me. If I don't take it, wouldn't it be inappropriate? I also want to make a Breakthrough to the God King Realm quickly."

[Master, go for it.]

Chu Xinghe walked toward the contract with heavy, difficult steps.

His eyes were filled with solemnity.

Seeing Chu Xinghe's performance, Ning Xiuchi felt a sense of gratification.

That's for making me lose Face just now.

In three days, I will let you know.

Why I was able to take the position of Saint of the Qinglu Academy.

Chu Xinghe stood before the contract.

He stared carefully at the contents written on it.

Those busybodies, seeing Chu Xinghe not moving for a long time, began to talk.

"Tsk tsk tsk, could it be that he doesn't dare?"

"I think so too. Wasn't he just bragging earlier?"

"Who knows? It's also possible he was just talking tough, and once he leaves, no one will know who he is."

"I think that's the case too."

Chu Xinghe's Face turned red.

"Hmph, if I sign, I sign. What's there to be afraid of?"

A drop of blood appeared on Chu Xinghe's finger, and he was about to write his name on it.

[Master, I'll modify this thing for you. You don't have to sign your real name.]

Chu Xinghe praised the System for being so considerate.

However, he did not take the suggestion.

"I think it's more appropriate to sign my real name."

[Master, what are you plotting again? Can you tell me? My brain can't keep up.]

"You'll know when the time comes, don't worry."

[Alright, I'll listen to Master.]

After writing his name, Chu Xinghe turned and left.

Ning Xiuchi, Xingxi, and many others' gazes fell upon that name.

Chu Xinghe.

Those three words were like a bomb thrown into water.

They caused an enormous uproar.