The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2228 - 2217: Perfect Talent

Unable to swallow this bitter truth, Zhao Feiyu.

He swiftly triggered the second stone brick from the left on the adjacent stone wall.

Bottling up the darkness surging in his chest, he declared, "A thirty-year-old Peak Second Heavenly God Realm powerhouse? You're joking—he definitely used some shady, forbidden trick to inflate his power. He just seems to have hit Peak Second Heavenly God Realm, but his real battle strength falls way short of that level, and his foundation is ridiculously weak."

The young folks from the Nine Nether Ice Lion lineage in the chamber snapped back to reality. Listening to Zhao Feiyu’s statement, they nodded in agreement. Ye Chenfeng merely gave off the vibe of a Peak Second Heavenly God Realm expert. How could a true thirty-year-old Peak Second Heavenly God Realm powerhouse exist in this world?

Over on the expansive snowy plain, Ye Chenfeng stood.

This abrupt development left him stunned. The blue glow enveloping him faded swiftly. Just as he prepared to press on, a white energy wall materialized in front, stretching across nearly the whole field—he had to breach it to advance.

Ye Chenfeng pressed his hand to the energy wall. Astonishingly, the white barrier flexed like a tough film. He now grasped the intent; clearly, the Nine Nether Ice Lion lineage was testing his true depths on purpose.

Bai Xiaorou had risked everything for him. Of course, Ye Chenfeng would rise to the challenge. He aimed to prove to the whole Nine Nether Ice Lion lineage that Bai Xiaorou’s choice was spot on.

Pulling his hand back, Ye Chenfeng’s Peak Second Heavenly God Realm aura exploded outward. He poured all his might into a ferocious dash at the energy barrier before him.

A piercing "Whoa!"

To everyone’s shock, Ye Chenfeng pierced the white energy barrier in a flash, landing smoothly on the far side.

Right then.

Within the majestic hall, Zhao Shenghong, Zhao Jinpeng, and Zhao Wenyu gaped once more at the sight.

This white energy barrier served precisely to gauge a cultivator’s realm solidity.

Should a cultivator’s realm lack stability, colliding with the barrier would hurl their body straight back.

For those whose realms held steady, slamming into the barrier might at most keep them from rebounding.

Exclusively warriors with realms firm as mountains, utterly unshakable, could burst through the barrier the instant they hit it.

Ye Chenfeng’s seamless passage proved his Peak Second Heavenly God Realm not just stable, but surpassing veterans who’d lingered there for decades or centuries!

Zhao Shenghong, Zhao Jinpeng, and Zhao Wenyu couldn’t believe their eyes. Such ironclad realm strength showed Ye Chenfeng hadn’t cheated with shortcuts—his body bore zero backlash. Simply put, he was the real deal: a thirty-year-old Peak Second Heavenly God Realm expert.

Zhao Wenyu chuckled, "Fascinating, truly fascinating. A thirty-year-old Peak Second Heavenly God Realm expert—he’s worthy to become my son-in-law. Our Nine Nether Ice Lion lineage has waned lately; we crave a mighty leader to spark our revival. With enough time, this youth could guide the Nine Nether Ice Lion back to greatness."

Zhao Shenghong had owed Ye Chenfeng a debt earlier. Regaining composure, excitement bubbled up as he agreed, "Absolutely, I’ve long claimed this lad pairs perfectly with the girl from our Lion King lineage. Plenty are eyeing him closely now; after witnessing this display, they’ll likely all go silent."

Even Zhao Jinpeng, no fan of Ye Chenfeng before, let out repeated sighs. He remarked, "Zhao Shenghong, your veteran gaze hasn’t dulled. This youth is exceptional indeed. Let’s keep observing his talent showcase!"

Back in the younger generation’s chamber.

As all onlookers watched Ye Chenfeng slice through the white energy barrier effortlessly, shock gripped their hearts beyond words. Most folks manage mere stability; chasing rock-solid firmness is a rare feat, demanding deliberate delays in breakthroughs, endless tempering and buildup to forge unbreakable steadiness.

Who chases such flawless solidity? Stability suffices for nearly everyone. Not even Zhao Feiyu, Zhao Chengming, or Zhao Huaqing, during their Peak Second Heavenly God Realm days, could slip through instantly—they just dodged the rebound.

Zhao Feiyu lost his composure entirely; the shadows within him crept onto his expression. Ye Chenfeng’s feats kept shattering all predictions.

Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing beamed with approval toward Ye Chenfeng. A bona fide thirty-year-old Peak Second Heavenly God Realm powerhouse was unheard of even in the Ancient Era’s dawn. What flaw could render him unfit for Bai Xiaorou?

Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing itched to witness Ye Chenfeng’s next feats. Noticing Zhao Feiyu frozen, they stepped in to activate the third left stone brick, eyes locked on the massive crystal’s projection.

The projection showed, post-barrier, a row of massive gongs emerging left of Ye Chenfeng.

Stretching out from Ye Chenfeng’s left side, ten gigantic gongs materialized fully, while the snow before him melted away, unveiling footprints aligned perfectly with each gong.

This setup gauged a cultivator’s innate talent.

To advance, cultivators had to plant feet in the ground’s footprints; each step triggered its corresponding huge gong to boom.

Higher talent meant more gongs echoing. Inability to proceed marked the talent’s ceiling.

Spotting Zhao Chengming launch the talent trial, Zhao Feiyu regained poise. He’d once chimed seven gongs, drawing even the clan leader and ancestors’ notice! Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing managed just six.

Zhao Feiyu figured Ye Chenfeng’s young Peak Second Heavenly God Realm attainment downplayed raw talent’s role. Superb talent alone rarely hit that peak by thirty—Ye Chenfeng surely boasted some huge edge. If Ye Chenfeng’s talent fell short of his own, hope lingered to block any Ye Chenfeng-Bai Xiaorou union.

This instant.

Ye Chenfeng eyed the fresh obstacle ahead and tested a careful step beyond the footprint, only for an invisible force to halt him. Evidently, footprints were the sole path forward.

Having grasped the basics.

Ye Chenfeng breathed out steadily, planting his foot firmly in the first footprint.

His body felt feather-light.

As his foot hit the first footprint, a resounding "Dong!" rang out from the initial massive gong.

Yet he sensed zero strain.

Without pause, Ye Chenfeng flowed into the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth footprints.

Each step unleashed a thunderous "Dong Dong Dong——" barrage from the gongs.

Ye Chenfeng encountered zero hindrance, gliding across all ten footprints effortlessly in mere seconds, baffled by the test’s sheer simplicity.

Were the Nine Nether Ice Lion lineage privy to Ye Chenfeng’s mindset, fury might claim them. Ringing all ten gongs marked perfect talent, a legend from the lineage’s Ancient Era days, revered as supreme.

Today’s clan leader and ancestors topped at eight. Each extra gong escalated difficulty wildly—not the casual ease Ye Chenfeng breezed through, like sipping water.

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