“Kid, we could tolerate you trapping us.”
“But you daring to rob us? You really don’t want to live!”
Seeing Chu Feng actually attempting to take advantage of their situation, the eleven spirit masters showed clear displeasure.
“Oh, so you guys don’t want me to live? In that case, I can’t let you live either.”
As Chu Feng spoke, though a faint smile remained on his face, it turned cold, and his gaze radiated chilling killing intent.
“You little brat!”
Feeling Chu Feng’s killing intent, the eleven spirit masters tensed up.
They could tell his intent wasn’t a joke—it was forged through experience.
From the killing intent alone, they sensed that countless lives had fallen at Chu Feng’s hands.
The person standing before them wasn’t some junior but a killing demon.
Considering Chu Feng’s actions, they realized he meant what he said.
If they kept opposing him, they might truly lose their lives.
“Fine, fine, money is just an external thing.”
So, they compromised.
“Good, you said it yourselves.”
“I didn’t force you.”
Swish, swish, swish—
As Chu Feng spoke, he reached out, snatching all eleven Qiankun bags from their waists.
“Kid, that’s too much! Those bags don’t just contain what we got from the Spirit Mansion Gate!”
Seeing Chu Feng take their Qiankun bags directly, they couldn’t help but protest.
But Chu Feng ignored them, inspecting the eleven bags.
After a thorough check, his face showed disappointment.
He had thought these eleven despicable, greedy spirit masters would have plenty of treasures.
But upon inspection, the only valuable items in the bags carried the aura of the Spirit Mansion Gate, meaning they were recently acquired there. The spirit masters themselves were dirt poor.
“You guys are too poor, aren’t you?” Chu Feng asked.
“Kid, you’re shameless! You rob us and then complain we’re poor?”
The spirit masters were genuinely furious and helpless, their expressions a mix of crying and laughing.
They’d seen robbers, but never one this brazen.
“Poor bastards, wasting my time.”
Chu Feng said, pocketing the eleven Qiankun bags and turning to leave.
“Kid, stop right there!”
Seeing him leave, the spirit masters hurriedly called out.
“Anything else?” Chu Feng asked.
“Of course! Are you just going to walk away like that?”
“Didn’t we agree you’d let us go if we gave you the treasures from here?”
“Not only did we give you those, we gave you our own treasures too, and you still won’t release us?” they demanded.
“The Spirit Mansion Gate’s time is almost up anyway. Why not stay here a bit longer?” Chu Feng said.
“Kid, I advise you not to go too far.”
“Leave some room for future encounters. Do you really think we’re that easy to bully?”
“Kid, if you do this, you’re being dishonorable. How can you go back on your word?”
The spirit masters pressed.
Hearing this, Chu Feng grinned. “With people like you, I never keep my word.”
At his words, the spirit masters gnashed their teeth in fury and began cursing loudly.
But no matter how they cursed, Chu Feng ignored them and left.
However, before he could exit the barrier gate, the ground beneath him shook violently.
Then, he felt a powerful barrier force wrapping around him.
A barrier gate appeared before him, and the force binding him forcibly pushed him through it.
Passing through, Chu Feng found himself outside the Spirit Mansion Gate.
The entrance barrier had vanished, but a crowd had gathered in and around the plaza.
Among them were familiar faces from Water Mirror Cave Heaven, including its leader and his granddaughter, Yang Shenshen.
They seemed to be waiting for something.
The moment Chu Feng appeared, all eyes turned to him.
He became the center of attention.
They had been waiting for him.
Something felt off. Chu Feng was suspended in midair, bound by the barrier force, now transformed into chains, restraining him.
He looked like a criminal on public display.
But what crime had he committed?
“Bold villain, state your name!”
A furious shout rang out. Looking down, Chu Feng saw several figures below.
From their attire, he recognized them as guardians of the Seven Suns Mountain Range.
The one who shouted, dressed in a white robe, was their leader, Lord White Robe.
“Why am I bound?”
Treated this way, Chu Feng’s brows furrowed, his face showing displeasure.
But his reaction only drew sneers from the guardians, their anger even more intense than his.
“Why are you bound?”
“You ignored the rules, sneaking into the Spirit Mansion Gate despite being over a hundred years old, stealing treasures from the juniors. And you dare ask why you’re bound? Do you know the meaning of shame?” Lord White Robe roared.
The already noisy crowd grew louder, pointing and whispering about Chu Feng.
Even those from Water Mirror Cave Heaven frowned.
“I never thought Senior was the cheater.”
“Why would Senior do this?”
“He doesn’t seem like such a shameless person.”
Yang Shenshen and the others were puzzled, unable to understand Chu Feng’s actions.
Though they still respected him for helping them greatly, his once-towering image in their hearts had diminished.
While Yang Shenshen’s group was merely confused, others were less kind. Their pointing turned into verbal insults, hurling all sorts of abuse at Chu Feng.
It was as if Chu Feng was an unforgivable villain, and they wanted to tear him apart.
