Chapter 1001: Prize

Many people shared the same thought as Lü Yuntian.

They all bided their time, silently watching Ji Feibai's figure, hoping he would test the caliber of the Cangwu Jiang family first.

At this moment, Ji Feibai paid no attention to the crowd behind him.

His gaze first settled on Jiang Chen ahead.

Though he wished to challenge him to seize the top spot on the Eastern Region's Young Prodigies List.

But Jiang Chen's reputation preceded him; should he fight, victory or defeat was uncertain, and he risked becoming a stepping stone.

For safety and certainty of victory, he should first target Jiang Zhiwei, who appeared weaker than Jiang Chen.

Thinking thus, Ji Feibai shifted his gaze to Jiang Zhiwei, his expression solemn, his tone calm: "Rumors abroad say the White Rainbow Sword King is the most gifted sword prodigy among our Eastern Region's younger generation, his strength extraordinary, ranked tenth on the Eastern Region's Young Prodigies List!"

Here, Ji Feibai changed tone, his voice deepening: "Today, from afar, I sensed a vibrant sword intent—truly deserving of its fame—but... is this alone enough to claim tenth place on the list, towering over countless young cultivators of our Eastern Region?"

Tenth on the Eastern Region's Young Prodigies List?

Jiang Zhiwei blinked, softly saying: "So, you wish to challenge me?"

Ji Feibai raised his right hand, palm held before his chest, fingers loosely clenched—light flared, summoning a long spear of ancient bronze hue!

"Exactly! I've long heard tales of your Cangwu prodigies' prowess, yet never had the chance to witness it. Now, having come to Cangwu with my elders, I'm honored to see you—and I won't miss this opportunity. I must test your skills, or this journey will be in vain!"

At these words, the crowd behind him erupted in excitement, cheering Ji Feibai's name.

In contrast, the Cangwu Jiang family remained notably composed.

"Ji Feibai? Sounds familiar..."

Among the crowd, Jiang Beiyeh's eyes flickered—he recalled this man's identity.

Seeing his clan sister still looked puzzled, he promptly reminded her: "Sister Zhiwei, the outside world has ranked you tenth on the Eastern Region's Young Prodigies List, and Ji Feibai is right behind you, at eleventh. He's surely resentful because of this..."

Jiang Zhiwei's expression cleared in realization.

Thanks to the Cangwu Edict, she had naturally heard rumors about the Eastern Region's Young Prodigies List.

But she'd only glanced briefly, noting only the nine names ahead of her.

As for the eleventh place behind her—she hadn't paid attention at all...

At this moment, Jiang Beiyeh studied Ji Feibai for a few moments.

Then he turned to Jiang Zhiwei beside him and smiled: "Sister Zhiwei, you don't come home often. Let's not let outsiders spoil today's mood. Let me handle this man instead."

Jiang Zhiwei shook her head: "It's merely a few moves wasted—hardly a disturbance."

Before Jiang Beiyeh could speak again,

Ji Feibai gripped his spear, his expression dark: "A few moves? Hahaha! What a 'few moves'!"

"I'd like to see how you defeat me in just a few moves!"

In this moment, Jiang Zhiwei's "contempt" had unmistakably pierced his heart.

Seeing this, Jiang Beiyeh silently lamented—he knew he would get no chance to act.