"Elder Mu, you are mistaken," Li Nanzhu said as she stepped forward, shielding Duan Xianxing behind her. Her voice was as clear as a spring. "A match in the arena depends on one's own ability. Where does this word 'humiliation' even come from?"
She quietly shot a look at Rong Yuying, signaling for the Hehuan Sect not to intervene. Understanding the hint, Rong Yuying led her disciples back half a step, adopting a bystander's posture.
Mu Changfeng's cold gaze turned toward Li Nanzhu. "Little girl, there's no place for you to speak here!"
"Elder Mu, you are mistaken once again," Mu Wenyan spoke up unhurriedly. His voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable power. "My junior sister is a direct disciple of the Five Elements Dao Sect. Why shouldn't she be allowed to speak?"
Feng Qingping sneered. "What? Is the Wuji Sect now trying to control even what people say?"
Mu Changfeng was so enraged by this series of rebuttals that his face turned ashen and his beard trembled. "What a sharp set of tongues! If I don't teach you juniors a lesson today, where will the dignity of my Wuji Sect remain!"
As he spoke, the spiritual energy around him surged, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage swept toward the people of the Five Elements Dao Sect like a tide.
Li Nanzhu and the others were not afraid in the slightest. In a place where no one noticed, the bells at their waists vibrated slightly—a signal that Feng Yi was nearby.
A faint smile played across Li Nanzhu's lips. "Elder Mu, are you planning to have an elder bullying a junior?"
"So what if I am?" Mu Changfeng grinned hideously. "Today, I'll let you know the meaning of the distinction between senior and junior!"
He raised his hand, preparing to cast a spell, when a lazy voice suddenly drifted from behind. "Oh, Old Ghost Mu, are you planning to discipline my disciples for me?"
Everyone turned their heads to see Feng Yi standing on a large tree nearby. No one knew when he had arrived. He was playing with a piece of fire jade in his hand, looking over with a half-smile.
Mu Changfeng's movements froze, and his expression changed slightly. "Immortal Venerable Feng Yi, are you going to stop me? Your disciple publicly humiliated a disciple of my sect. An explanation must be given!"
"An explanation?" Feng Yi leaped down from the tree, his blue robes fluttering. "In the arena, it's every man for himself. If you lose, you accept it. Since when has your Wuji Sect been such a sore loser?"
"You!" Mu Changfeng was furious. "My grandson Mu Zeting is currently heavily injured and unconscious. His face..."
"What's wrong with his face?" Feng Yi raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it still there? It's not like it fell off."
"Pfft—"
A chorus of muffled laughter erupted from the surroundings.
Mu Changfeng's face turned from black to green, then from green to red. He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Duan Xianxing. "Little beast! Do you dare to exchange a move with this old man!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire crowd went into an uproar.
A dignified Nascent Soul elder actually wanted to challenge a Foundation Establishment disciple. It was utterly shameless.
Feng Yi's gaze suddenly turned cold. "Mu Changfeng, are you tired of living?"
Li Nanzhu suddenly let out a light laugh. "Elder Mu, are you really planning to use your Nascent Soul cultivation to challenge my seventh senior brother, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator?"
She deliberately raised her voice so that everyone nearby could hear her clearly.
"Tsk tsk, an elder of the Wuji Sect truly possesses 'remarkable poise'," Duan Xianxing shook his head in cooperation.
The watching cultivators immediately burst into hushed discussions, their eyes filled with disdain as they looked at Mu Changfeng.
Mu Changfeng was driven to a murderous rage, no longer caring about Feng Yi's Soul Transformation cultivation. "Junior, you're looking for death!" He suddenly raised his hand, and a sharp blast of spiritual energy shot directly at Li Nanzhu!
Bang!
With a wave of his sleeve, Feng Yi easily neutralized the strike. The laziness on his face had completely vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness that inspired terror. "Mu Changfeng, you dare touch my disciple?"
Mu Changfeng felt his heart tremble under that gaze, but he had already committed himself. "Feng Yi! Today, I must teach this junior a lesson!"
"Fine." Feng Yi suddenly smiled, but it was a smile that made one's skin crawl. "Then how about I teach you a lesson first?"
As he spoke, the fire jade in his hand suddenly erupted into raging flames. The surrounding temperature soared instantly, and the spectating cultivators all retreated, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.
Meanwhile, the eyes of the Five Elements Dao Sect group practically sparkled as they looked at Feng Yi.
Master is just too cool!
What Li Nanzhu was thinking was: As expected of the book's greatest villain, he really doesn't give anyone face. That's so badass!
Mu Changfeng's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Feng Yi to actually attack. As a mid-grade Nascent Soul cultivator, he knew very well that he was no match for Feng Yi.
"You... you dare!" Mu Changfeng shouted, his courage failing despite his stern voice. "This is the site of the Sect Competition! I am an elder of the Wuji Sect!"
"Oh, now you know how to talk about rules?" Feng Yi sneered. "When you were about to attack my Foundation Establishment disciple just now, why didn't you think about the rules?"
As he spoke, the flames in his hand transformed into a fire dragon that roared and lunged at Mu Changfeng. The latter hurriedly propped up a spiritual energy barrier, but it was shattered instantly by the fire dragon's strike.
Boom!
Mu Changfeng was knocked back several steps, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. He discovered with horror that Feng Yi's strength was even more terrifying than the rumors suggested. The man could heavily injure him with just a casual strike—something even his own sect leader couldn't do!
"Feng Yi! You..." Just as he was about to speak, the fire dragon pounced again.
At this critical moment, a golden light descended from the sky, blocking the way in front of Mu Changfeng. "Fellow Daoist Feng, please stay your hand."
Everyone looked up to see an old man in golden robes standing in the air. It was Gong Yang, the sect leader of the Wuji Sect.
Feng Yi narrowed his eyes. "Gong Yang, are you planning to interfere?"
Gong Yang said in a deep voice, "During the Sect Competition, all sects should prioritize harmony. Elder Mu acted on impulse; I hope Fellow Daoist Feng can show some magnanimity."
Feng Yi gave a cold snort. He looked at Li Nanzhu and the others, knowing that if his disciples wanted to continue the competition, they couldn't let things get too strained.
"Since Sect Leader Gong has spoken, I will give you this face."
He turned to Mu Changfeng, his voice icy. "But if there is a next time..."
Mu Changfeng's face was pale, and he didn't dare to respond.
Gong Yang looked at the group from the Five Elements Dao Sect. His gaze lingered on Li Nanzhu for a moment before turning back to Feng Yi. "Fellow Daoist Feng's disciples are all very outstanding. They are indeed worthy of being high-ranking disciples of the Five Elements Dao Sect."
Feng Yi waved his hand lazily. "Sect Leader Gong overpraises them. It was just children playing around; sorry to have made a scene for you."
Gong Yang's mouth twitched—beating a direct disciple of the Wuji Sect into a pulp is called children playing around? However, he didn't show it on his face, merely nodding slightly. "The competition continues. I hope the disciples of every sect can perform at their best."
With that, he led Mu Changfeng away. Before leaving, Mu Changfeng gave Duan Xianxing a venomous glare, to which the latter responded with a brilliant smile.
Only after they had gone far away did Feng Yi turn to his disciples. "Are you all alright?"
"We're fine!" Duan Xianxing said with a grin. "With Master here, what could possibly happen to us?"
Feng Yi tapped him on the head. "You talk too much." But his eyes held a trace of approval.
Li Nanzhu said softly, "Master, did we cause trouble for you?"
"Trouble?" Feng Yi scoffed. "Those useless trash from the Wuji Sect don't deserve to be called trouble."
He looked at the cultivators who were still watching and waved his hand. "Alright, everyone disperse. Prepare yourselves well for the upcoming matches."
The crowd finally went their separate ways, but the battle fought by the Five Elements Dao Sect today was destined to become the hot topic of discussion for the next few days.
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