“Chu Feng, let’s see how long you can keep up this act.”
The Xu Clan members not only smirked coldly but also glared at Chu Feng with clear hostility, their eyes seeming to pierce through everything.
Though they’d been scared off by Chu Feng earlier, their newfound arrogance stemmed from seeing him refuse Gong Mingyue’s challenge.
In their minds, if Chu Feng were truly formidable, he wouldn’t have backed down. Thus, they concluded he couldn’t possibly have any connection to Wuming Xingyun and assumed everything he’d said before was a lie to deceive them.
“Let me clarify: what I told you earlier wasn’t just the truth—it was for your own good. If you don’t believe me, you’ll be the ones to suffer,” Chu Feng said.
“First off, back at Ice Summit Peak, you were the ones in the wrong. I didn’t pursue it because I, Chu Feng, didn’t want to make a fuss.”
“But if you keep pushing me, I guarantee the Xu Clan will pay a price.”
Chu Feng spoke with utmost seriousness.
He knew these Xu Clan members were set on dealing with him and Chu Chengkong—this ordeal was likely unavoidable.
But if he were humiliated by these fools today, Chu Feng would exact revenge, and it wouldn’t stop with them—the entire Xu Clan would pay.
After all, from the start, the Xu Clan had been at fault.
Yet his words didn’t convey his resolve for vengeance to the Xu Clan members. Instead, they took it as another bluff, fueling their anger further.
“Damn it, we gave you face, and you don’t want it. Still trying to scare us even now? If I don’t beat you until you’re begging on your knees, I’ll renounce the Xu name!”
With a furious shout, an Xu Clan member unleashed a surge of overwhelming pressure toward Chu Feng.
Sensing their intent to attack, Chu Feng instinctively released his own pressure to counter.
But with his cultivation currently sealed, he had no chance of resisting.
“Ugh!”
Two cries rang out simultaneously as two figures were sent flying—Chu Feng and Chu Chengkong.
“This Chu Feng… he’s still only at True Immortal realm?”
As Chu Feng and Chu Chengkong were injured, the onlookers gaped in shock, many showing disappointment.
Though Chu Feng’s release of pressure was reflexive, everyone had sensed his aura.
True Immortal—and only First Rank True Immortal at that. That was the strength they perceived from Chu Feng.
“Sigh, I never imagined Chu Feng would be this weak. No wonder that Gong Clan girl looks down on him. It seems Chu Xuanyuan has no worthy successor.”
Mockery and sarcasm filled the air incessantly.
In truth, not only were the onlookers surprised, but the Gong Clan members were too.
The Gong Clan patriarch, a Venerable-level expert, could easily catch Gong Mingyue in moments.
After retrieving her, he’d led her and the rest of the Gong Clan back.
On their return, they’d witnessed the Xu Clan members harassing Chu Feng.
Seeing the situation turn sour, the patriarch had intended to intervene immediately.
But Gong Mingyue stopped him.
Her reason was simple—she wanted to see Chu Feng’s strength. The patriarch, curious himself, agreed, and they hid to observe.
Thus, they’d seen everything unfold clearly.
“Grandfather, you saw it—this Chu Feng is a complete waste. Do you really plan to marry me to someone like him?” Gong Mingyue asked.
“Mingyue, Young Friend Chu Feng’s cultivation is indeed a bit lacking compared to yours. But a betrothal is a betrothal—once made, it cannot be undone. Otherwise, where would my honor be?” the patriarch replied.
“Grandfather, you’re pushing me into a pit of fire. If you insist on forcing me to marry someone like this, I’d rather marry Xu Morong of the Xu Clan!” Gong Mingyue retorted.
“Xu Morong? That playboy? How could he compare to Chu Feng?” the patriarch said.
“And how do you know Chu Feng isn’t a playboy too?” she shot back.
“With Chu Hanxian and Chu Xuanyuan as his lineage, I’m certain Chu Feng’s character surpasses Xu Morong a hundredfold. Mingyue, trust your grandfather—you won’t go wrong marrying him,” the patriarch insisted.
“Ugh—”
Another cry interrupted them—Chu Feng and Chu Chengkong again.
The Xu Clan members had struck once more, one of them now pressing a foot onto Chu Feng’s body.
Their gaze toward Chu Feng dripped with mockery.
“The son of Chu Xuanyuan—unbelievable that he’s such a weakling. What’s even more absurd is that a waste like this dared claim a deep connection with Wuming Xingyun.”
“You all might not know why our Xu Clan clashed with this brat,” the Xu Clan member continued, addressing the crowd.
“It started when we were ascending Ice Summit Peak. Everyone was queuing properly, but this kid ignored the rules.”
“Our young master stepped forward to reason with him, urging him to stop, but not only did he refuse to listen, he pulled out a token, claiming it was given to him by Lord Wuming Xingyun.”
“But the moment he showed it, Lord Tantai Changfei of the Tantai Clan appeared, exposed the token as a fake, and had him detained.”
“No idea what卑鄙 (despicable) tricks he used to escape, but his character is utterly deplorable—a true scum among scum.”
The crowd reacted to the Xu Clan member’s account.
“Unbelievable—this Chu Feng is that kind of person?”
“Sigh, if this is true, he’s nothing like I imagined.”
“Exactly. Growing up hearing tales of Chu Hanxian and Chu Xuanyuan’s greatness, who’d have thought their descendant would be so pathetic?”
Sarcastic remarks echoed ceaselessly from the onlookers.
