Soon, the disciples of Red Wind Pavilion began to argue.
Those who sought Chu Feng’s help believed that, no matter what, even a sliver of hope was worth trying, which was why they turned to him.
But the other side thought it was unnecessary. Asking for help from someone incapable would only disgrace Red Wind Pavilion.
In such a situation, bystanders didn’t know what to do.
Watching the dying Mu Ziwei, the pity in people’s eyes grew stronger.
They could tell that, at this rate, Mu Ziwei wouldn’t last an hour.
Returning to Red Wind Pavilion for help was already too late, and besides, Red Wind Pavilion didn’t have a Saint-Cloak World Spiritist.
Clearly, Mu Ziwei’s life was hanging by a thread, and many had already pronounced her doomed.
However, just as everyone had given up, Chu Feng suddenly opened his eyes.
No one noticed that his hands remained clasped, but they saw him start walking towards Mu Ziwei.
“Step back, don’t come near.”
Noticing Chu Feng’s movement, the Red Wind Pavilion disciples who opposed him immediately blocked Mu Ziwei’s path, stopping him.
Not only did they refuse to let him approach her, but they also glared at him with hostility.
“Get lost.”
Chu Feng didn’t waste words. With a cold snort, followed by a “boom,” a tremendous pressure swept out like a hurricane.
The Red Wind Pavilion disciples blocking him couldn’t withstand his pressure.
Before it, they were utterly defenceless, like leaves in a gale, instantly blown away, unable to resist.
When they landed, they grimaced in pain, most having broken bones.
Yet, this was Chu Feng showing mercy.
Otherwise, a single wave of his pressure could have reduced them to ashes, their souls scattered.
But these Red Wind Pavilion disciples didn’t appreciate it.
Venerable Realm might intimidate others, but backed by Red Wind Pavilion, they didn’t fear it.
So, while there was fear in their eyes, there was more anger, and some even radiated killing intent.
Their arrogance had reached the point of irrationality.
“You bastard, you dare attack us?”
“Do you know who we are? We’re disciples of Red Wind Pavilion.”
“You think being a Venerable Realm gives you the right to bully us?”
“You’re wrong. Today, you’ve provoked someone you can’t afford to. You’re finished, you…”
Arrogant as ever, they had no sense of their limits, venting their fury with endless insults.
But mid-sentence, they all went silent!!!
Their mouths were still open, but no words came out.
Their expressions weren’t just shocked—they were horrified.
Not just them, everyone present was stunned.
They could see radiant spirit formation power, like holy light, enveloping Mu Ziwei.
The power was so strong that the moment it appeared, everyone could feel its potency.
Though those present had limited cultivation, they could still recognise that the radiant spirit formation power was Saint-level.
And it was Serpent-Mark Saint-level.
At that moment, this Saint-level spirit formation power was emanating from Chu Feng’s hands!!!
The spirit formation power flowed continuously from his hands, covering Mu Ziwei and seeping into her body.
It wasn’t ordinary spirit formation power but a spirit formation array.
Under Chu Feng’s treatment, the toxins in Mu Ziwei’s body began to clear, and her body started to recover.
At this moment, whether out of fear or shock, everyone was speechless.
Compared to Chu Feng’s cultivation, his spirit formation technique was even more astonishing.
Moreover, he wasn’t an Insect-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist but a Serpent-Mark one.
Venerable Realm? Red Wind Pavilion’s disciples didn’t care about that.
But a Serpent-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist was different.
Because Saint-Cloak World Spiritists were rare in the All-Heaven Starfield.
Let alone Serpent-Mark, even Insect-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritists were rarely offended.
These Red Wind Pavilion disciples had even seen their pavilion master, a Supreme Realm expert, treat an Insect-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist with utmost respect.
So, they realised that standing before them was a spirit formation master they couldn’t afford to provoke!!!
They were terrified, their minds blank, unable to even beg for mercy.
It was as if they were a group who had committed heinous crimes, awaiting execution by a thousand cuts, without the strength to resist.
“Xiu Luo, I remember now, you’re that Xiu Luo, Lord Xiu Luo.”
“I’ve heard of you, my lord, I’ve heard of you.”
Suddenly, an elder exclaimed.
His outburst successfully drew everyone’s attention.
All eyes turned to him.
But the elder ignored the crowd, staring at Chu Feng with fervent eyes.
“Not long ago, it was you, you alone, who defeated the ten Saint-Cloak World Spiritists of the Secret Cave Group at Red Cloak Holy Land.”
The elder continued.
“Hiss—”
Hearing this, the crowd was even more shocked.
They knew this elder; his daughter was an elder of Red Cloak Holy Land, so he always had the latest news from there.
Thus, they believed his words without doubt.
“I heard that day, none of the many experts at Red Cloak Holy Land could handle the Secret Cave Group.”
“Even the renowned Master Duo Tuo was defeated by them.”
“And the Secret Cave Group only sent their weakest member to beat Master Duo Tuo.”
“But you, Lord Xiu Luo, single-handedly defeated all ten of the Secret Cave Group, helping Red Cloak Holy Land win that bet.”
“And most importantly, I heard you’re not even a hundred years old???”
Though the elder had been shocked by Chu Feng’s strength earlier, he wasn’t as excited as now, his hands trembling, his voice quivering.
He was thrilled.
“Not even a hundred years old?”
“That means he’s still a junior?”
At this, the crowd’s expressions grew even more vivid.
Eighth Rank Venerable cultivation, Serpent-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist status.
Such strength made even the top geniuses of the All-Heaven Starfield seem insignificant before him.
Only now did those present realise what kind of figure stood before them.
“In my lifetime, I’ve never seen such a genius. To witness it with my own eyes today, I’m truly blessed, thrice blessed.”
The elder was overwhelmed with excitement.
But after his words, he wasn’t the only one thrilled.
Red Wind Pavilion’s disciples began frantically thanking Chu Feng.
The onlookers started lavishly praising him.
Even Pang Bo and his father couldn’t stop singing Chu Feng’s praises.
In everyone’s eyes, Chu Feng’s image had ascended to an extraordinary level.
Though they were all martial cultivators, before Chu Feng, they felt like mortals worshipping an immortal.
Even Linghu Yueyue and Linghu An’an exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.
Such a genius felt somewhat familiar, as in their memories, there was also a genius in the Ancestral Martial Starfield skilled in both martial cultivation and spirit formation.
But compared to him, the one before them was undoubtedly more terrifying.
