“Lords, it’s true that someone used cheating methods to enter the Spirit Mansion Gate, and there were eleven of them. Among them, one is a Worm-Pattern Saint Cloak Spiritist, and the other ten are Snake-Pattern Saint Cloak Spiritists.”
“But Lord Asura is truly a junior. We saw it with our own eyes and can vouch for him.”
“Lords, I’m willing to stake my life to guarantee that Lord Asura… is indeed a junior.”
The juniors spoke up again, their voices overlapping as they recounted everything they had witnessed.
They also revealed one key detail.
Chu Feng was a Worm-Pattern Saint Cloak Spiritist.
“He’s really a junior?”
“A junior becoming a Worm-Pattern Saint Cloak Spiritist?”
Upon learning this, those who had started to believe Chu Feng was a junior grew doubtful again.
Not for any other reason, but because the title of Worm-Pattern Saint Cloak Spiritist was simply too dazzling.
After all, the number of Saint Cloak Spiritists in the entire Heavens Star Field could be counted.
A junior reaching the Worm-Pattern Saint Cloak level was unheard of.
“Clatter—”
At that moment, the chains binding Chu Feng suddenly released.
It was Lord White Robe.
Everyone could see that Lord White Robe held a token in his hand, which activated the core power of the Spirit Mansion Gate’s formation.
It was because of this token that he could use the powerful barrier formation to bind Chu Feng and forcibly bring him out of the Spirit Mansion Gate.
Using the token to release the chains, a glimmer of light flashed from it again, and a barrier circle appeared in front of Chu Feng.
Before Chu Feng could move, the barrier circle passed over him.
As it did, Lord White Robe’s expression grew complex.
“Young friend, this old man has wronged you.”
Suddenly, Lord White Robe bowed to Chu Feng.
This action caused everyone’s hearts to tighten, their expressions shifting, their gazes filled with shock.
They understood that Lord White Robe had verified the young man’s identity.
His apology confirmed the final result.
This young man was indeed a junior, and he had been wrongly accused.
“Hmph.”
But Chu Feng scoffed at Lord White Robe’s apology.
Being publicly wronged and thinking an apology would suffice? Chu Feng found it too light a response.
But then, unexpectedly, Lord White Robe raised his arm and drove it toward his own dantian.
Pfft—
Blood sprayed as his palm pierced into his dantian.
At that moment, not only did the guardians of the Seven Suns Mountain Range panic and rush forward, but even Chu Feng’s expression changed.
Though Lord White Robe’s palm didn’t fully pierce his dantian, it had still penetrated.
Even if his cultivation wouldn’t regress much, it was certain to be damaged.
This was no light punishment.
For a martial cultivator, cultivation was the most important thing.
That Lord White Robe would punish himself so severely left Chu Feng stunned.
“This old man was incompetent and wronged you, young friend.”
“Only by injuring myself can I alleviate some of my guilt toward you.”
“If you wish to punish me further, young friend, just say the word, and I will comply.”
After harming himself, Lord White Robe’s booming voice echoed through the plaza, now filled with guilt and self-reproach.
Though still loud, it carried no arrogance, only humility.
“Forget it, Senior. It’s a small matter.”
“The most important thing now is to catch the real cheaters,” Chu Feng said.
“Sigh…”
At Chu Feng’s words, Lord White Robe let out a long sigh.
“This old man is guilty. I missed the best opportunity, and those true cheaters have already escaped.”
Everyone understood from his words.
Since Lord White Robe could control the Spirit Mansion Gate’s core formation, he likely had some insight into what happened inside.
The gate must now be empty, meaning the cheaters had left.
But they hadn’t noticed how those people escaped, proving they’d missed the best chance to catch them.
At this, Chu Feng’s heart tightened.
He suddenly realized the eleven spiritists were far stronger than he’d imagined.
To evade detection and escape safely under Lord White Robe’s control of the gate’s formation was no simple feat.
“You need to be careful, or you might face their retaliation.”
A voice reached Chu Feng’s ears—it was Yu Sha.
Even she had noticed the eleven spiritists’ capabilities, or she wouldn’t have warned him.
“Little girl, are you worried about me? Not bad, you’re making progress, caring about your master,” Chu Feng teased.
But his teasing was met with Yu Sha’s cold silence—she didn’t even bother responding.
“Don’t worry, if it’s a blessing, it’s not a curse; if it’s a curse, it can’t be avoided.”
“Since I, Chu Feng, dared to provoke them, I’m not afraid of their retaliation.”
Though Yu Sha ignored him, Chu Feng responded again.
His words weren’t about boasting confidence but to reassure Yu Sha.
He was indirectly telling her that even if the eleven spiritists came for him, he wasn’t afraid.
“Young friend, I deeply regret wronging you. Please don’t hold it against me.”
At that moment, Lord White Robe, along with the Seven Suns Mountain Range guardians, approached Chu Feng.
Those who had previously called for his punishment now, like Lord White Robe, wore faces full of guilt, each apologizing to Chu Feng.
Seeing their attitude, Chu Feng’s impression of them shifted.
People weren’t afraid of making mistakes as long as they took responsibility and corrected them.
The guardians of the Seven Suns Mountain Range clearly weren’t shameless.
At the very least, they were willing to own their mistakes and make amends, showing they were people of character, not dishonor.
“Lord, is he really a Worm-Pattern Saint Cloak Spiritist?”
At that moment, a voice rose from the crowd—a junior onlooker, too curious to hold back, wanting to know if Chu Feng was truly a Worm-Pattern Saint Cloak Spiritist.
As the question was asked, Chu Feng felt the expectant gazes from all directions.
Clearly, the junior had voiced what everyone wanted to know: was Chu Feng really a Worm-Pattern Saint Cloak Spiritist?
