As sweet as honey, as sharp as a blade!

Chu Feng and Dong Zhe each held their long spears, facing each other in a battle of words. The outcome was clear—Dong Zhe was defeated, his spirit bruised by Chu Feng’s sharp tongue.

Hearing Jin Sheng’s hearty laughter, Chu Feng felt a bit embarrassed.

“Jin Sheng, my tongue can be as sweet as honey to friends and as sharp as blades to foes,” Chu Feng said.

“Chu Feng, cut the nonsense!”

Just then, a stern-faced steward standing beside Dong Zhe barked loudly, “Your words may be sharp, but they won’t harm anyone. Let’s see whose skills with the spear are superior!”

“Get lost!”

Before Chu Feng could respond, Heng Mei shot a fierce glare, scolding the steward, “You have no business speaking here. Get out!”

Those words struck like a sharp knife to the steward’s eyelids, making him blink repeatedly, then timidly step back two paces.

Those two steps back weakened Dong Zhe’s momentum.

“Chu Feng, I came to test strength, not exchange words! Since your cultivation level is one tier below mine, I’ll give you a chance!”

Dong Zhe brandished his golden spear and assumed a ready stance.

“Wait!”

Heng Mei interrupted with a sharp shout, stepping forward. “Dong Zhe, your brother Dong Zhuo shamelessly tried to seize our tribe’s Ice Shell Golden Beads. Chu Feng killed him—he brought his own death upon himself. And you still dare to seek revenge? If you want revenge, come at me! The grudge over Dong Zhuo’s brutal death rests on my shoulders!”

“Heng Mei, don’t think I won’t dare to move against you!” Dong Zhe’s voice darkened. “If provoked, it won’t just be you—I won’t hold back against all four of your tribe’s elite women!”

“Then we’ll see what you’re really capable of, Dong Zhe!”

As soon as she finished, a misty aura enveloped Heng Mei like a thin shield, clearly ready to strike at any moment.

“Miss Heng Mei, let me step in!”

Chu Feng smiled faintly, approaching Heng Mei’s side and whispering softly, “If Dong Zhe really manages to defeat me, then you come up and make sure I don’t lose face. How about that?”

“Hmm! You think you can?” Heng Mei whispered back.

“Ha! What’s there I can’t do? Others may not know my skills, but surely you do,” Chu Feng smiled as he whispered.

“Chu Feng, don’t use that tone with me! If you can, just say so. If not, then say not. What do I know about you, anyway?”

Heng Mei spoke sharply, but her eyes betrayed a deep concern as she added quietly, “Be careful. You are the pride of our tribe’s warriors.”

“Heh, is that so? I’m flattered, truly flattered! To be your pride, Miss Heng Mei, I’m honestly quite honored,” Chu Feng said, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Seeing the faint blush bloom on Heng Mei’s face, Chu Feng chuckled softly.

“Hmph! I said you’re the pride of them, not me!” Heng Mei snorted and turned away, ignoring him.

“Brother Chu Feng, Heng Mei’s right. You are the pride of our tribe’s warriors and my pride as well!”

A gentle voice, soft as a whisper, floated into Chu Feng’s ear. “Dong Zhe’s strength is formidable. If you feel the situation turns unfavorable, don’t push yourself too hard. We have our ways to handle him.”

“Yes, as always, you can rest a hundred times over!”

Chu Feng smiled warmly at Yu Zui, and the moment their clear eyes met, his heart felt buoyant, his entire being filled with renewed vigor.

“Brother Chu Feng, let me whisper something to you—just between us!”

Jin Sheng said this and immediately leaned in close to Chu Feng’s ear, pulling his hand gently while slipping something onto his wrist.

“Brother Chu Feng, I’ve placed my treasured artifact, the Five Elements Qi Seal, on your wrist. During battle, if you channel a portion of your internal energy or strength into the Qi Seal, it will instantly return fivefold that amount to you—giving you four times more power out of nowhere! I’m not good with words, but this isn’t a lie. This Five Elements Qi Seal is a level-ten armament worth two million gold coins. I’m practically putting half of myself on you. How’s that?”

As she spoke, the Five Elements Qi Seal rested securely on Chu Feng’s wrist.

“Jin Sheng, how could Brother Chu Feng ever praise you enough? When I make it big, I’ll cherish you properly!”

Chu Feng laughed, gently pinching Jin Sheng’s fair, delicate cheek.

The tense atmosphere, once sharpened like drawn swords, softened with the intervention of Heng Mei and Yu Zui. Now, with Jin Sheng whispering sweetly by his side like a devoted companion, Dong Zhe frowned deeply, and the stewards nearby scowled with displeasure.

“Tsk tsk! Who would have thought Chu Feng not only has a sharp tongue but also knows how to charm the ladies? Just as he said—his words can be as sweet as honey or as sharp as blades!”

“Exactly! This just shows his lack of confidence. If he were truly capable, the fight would have started already. No need to drag it out like this. Even on the execution ground, no one would stall like this!”

“Hmm, but on the other hand, being cared for so attentively by these three powerful women is quite the stroke of luck for that guy. We’d love to be so favored by beauties, but alas, no such fortune.”

“Hmph! What skills could he possibly have to warrant such attention from these three? I think he’s all talk, no substance—just a smooth tongue!”

“Hey, don’t be so harsh! Chu Feng’s ability to create massive amounts of Ice Shell Golden Beads alone is enough to earn the respect of these three elite women. He’s got real talent, no doubt about it.”

The stewards whispered among themselves.

Several young stewards in their twenties watched Chu Feng’s easy camaraderie with the three stunning women, feelings of envy and bitterness welling up inside them in all sorts of ways.

It was well known that the tribe’s female warriors were all strikingly beautiful, and the four elite women were beauties among beauties, renowned not only for their skills but also for their breathtaking appearances.

Though cold as ice, Heng Mei’s proud and stunning demeanor haunted the dreams of countless male warriors.

Yu Zui’s floral smile, ethereal voice, and intoxicating gaze had sent many male warriors into a daze, their hearts forever ensnared.

If a male warrior suddenly lost focus during training, it was almost certain he was daydreaming of Yu Zui’s visage, unable to control his own heart.

As for Jin Sheng, her rosy, delicate face and petite figure were unique among the tribe’s 28,000 women. Coupled with her money-making talents, she inspired countless fantasies among male warriors.