“No, they’re not. They said so themselves just now.”
“Earlier, Miao Yu captured a friend of Senior Shura. Senior Shura and these people came together.”
“No, this guy came first. Senior Shura didn’t initially come in,” one disciple said, pointing at Luo Zhi.
“You…” Luo Zhi’s face changed, sensing trouble.
Seeing things going south, Luo Zhi tried to leave.
But Yang Shenshen grabbed him back.
“No one leaves until this is cleared up,” Yang Shenshen said, then turned to the disciple. “Go on.”
“They wanted to take that girl away, but when they realized we were from Water Mirror Cave Heaven, they got scared and started apologizing.”
“Then Senior Shura stepped in, saved the girl, and beat Miao Yu.”
“After that, these people knelt and begged for mercy, saying they didn’t know Senior Shura.”
“They were just afraid we’d come after them, so they tried to distance themselves from Senior Shura.”
“That’s how it went,” the disciple finished.
“So that’s it.”
Yang Shenshen and the Water Mirror Cave Heaven’s Master understood.
They weren’t strangers to Chu Feng, just a bunch of fair-weather friends.
“Senior Shura, people like these are a scourge. How should we deal with them?” Yang Shenshen asked Chu Feng.
“Wang Lian, you can go,” Chu Feng said, pointing at her.
At his words, Wang Lian stepped out from Luo Zhi’s group.
As for Luo Zhi and the others, they were terrified, knowing nothing good awaited them.
They were filled with regret. Had they known it would come to this, they wouldn’t have come looking for Chu Feng, but stayed hidden.
Unbeknownst to them, even in hiding, Chu Feng had seen through them clearly.
“You scum, stop acting like you’re the victims,” Chu Feng said to Luo Zhi and his group.
“Brother Shura, there’s definitely a misunderstanding!” Luo Zhi and the others cried, tears streaming.
“Misunderstanding?” Chu Feng sneered. “The tea you gave me was poisoned. Did you think I wouldn’t know?”
“No way! Poisoned tea? Brother Shura, you drank divine tea!” Luo Zhi protested.
“Divine tea? That was just my barrier technique altering it. You think it was your tea’s effect?” Chu Feng smirked, then continued, “I could overlook the poisoning, but your plan to drug Song Ge with a sedative and take advantage of her—that’s unforgivable.”
“What?” Song Ge gasped, shocked.
Luo Zhi and his group were even more stunned. They’d discussed this via secret transmission—how did Chu Feng know?
Right, since it was secret, he shouldn’t know. As long as they denied it, they’d be fine.
So, Luo Zhi and his group adamantly refused to admit it.
Chu Feng shook his head at their denials.
“Whether you admit it or not doesn’t matter.”
“With people like you, I, Shura, don’t bother reasoning.”
He turned to Yang Shenshen. “Master Yang, I leave these scum to Water Mirror Cave Heaven. No need to kill them, just let them live.”
“Rest assured, Senior Shura, I’ll handle it properly,” the Water Mirror Cave Heaven Master said, then turned to his people. “Strip them of their cultivation, take them back to Water Mirror Cave Heaven, and lock them in the Punishment Hall for life.”
“Also, send letters to their respective factions, informing them their disciples are with us. Since they failed to manage their disciples’ misdeeds, we’ll do it for them.”
The Master’s words were harsh, making Luo Zhi and his group realize their grim fate.
They began kneeling, begging Chu Feng for forgiveness, pleading for a chance.
But Chu Feng ignored their pleas, unmoved.
He waved goodbye to the Water Mirror Cave Heaven Master and left with Song Ge.
The Master had invited Chu Feng to stay as a guest, but he declined.
Chu Feng’s actions today showed he was a true transcendent figure, so they didn’t dare press him further.
In truth, Chu Feng had done them a great favor today.
He didn’t just kill a Supreme Elder of Yunyao Cave Heaven, he crushed their arrogance.
From now on, among the native sects of the Seven Suns Mountain Range, none would dare challenge Water Mirror Cave Heaven. They’d secure the top spot among native sects.
Chu Feng planned to leave with Song Ge, but not far out, a figure darted in front of him and knelt.
It was Wang Lian.
Tears streamed down her face, pale as death—not from crying, but from fear.
“Thank you, my lord, for sparing me! Thank you!” Wang Lian kowtowed, repeating her gratitude.
She’d seen Luo Zhi’s fate and felt she’d escaped death, thanks to Chu Feng’s mercy.
“No need to thank me,” Chu Feng said. “As I said, you should thank your good mother.”
“Be filial to her.”
“Your survival today is thanks to her.”
With that, Chu Feng and Song Ge walked away.
He didn’t help Wang Lian up, knowing her crocodile tears.
When she and Luo Zhi hid, gloating over his potential downfall, Chu Feng had seen it all.
Truthfully, if not for her mother’s sake, Wang Lian would share Luo Zhi’s fate.
