Qin Feng Demands Compensation, Chan Sect Suffers Great Losses

The Saint's pressure came and went quickly.

It swept across heaven and earth like a surging tide, then fled in disarray like a defeated army.

As the pressure receded, the air on Skeleton Mountain seemed to solidify into iron, making it hard to breathe.

Yu Ding Zhenren, Cihang Daoren, Puxian Zhenren...

The Chan Sect Golden Immortals stood frozen like soulless wooden carvings, their minds blank.

Their last resort, their all-powerful master, had actually retreated just like that.

He had been driven back by a single sentence from that man.

This fact terrified them ten thousand times more than killing them on the spot.

In the midst of the dead silence, Qin Feng slowly turned around.

His gaze, devoid of any oppressive feeling, swept over the ashen-faced Chan Sect immortals with utter calm.

A hint of playful amusement crept back onto the corners of his lips.

"Alright."

Qin Feng's lazy voice broke the solidified air, sounding as if he were making small talk.

"Your master is gone now, so it's time we settled our accounts."

He took a slow step forward.

This single step caused Yu Ding Zhenren and the others to tremble violently, as if struck by divine lightning from the heavens, and they all flinched backward.

Qin Feng, hands behind his back, strolled around the group of startled birds as if they were lambs to the slaughter, his eyes appraising them.

"Let me see..."

He raised a finger, his tone relaxed.

"Trespassing on my Skeleton Mountain abode and destroying my dojo, that's one."

"Ganging up on me with superior numbers, shamelessly setting up a grand formation to attack me, that's two."

"Sneak attacks and underhanded tactics, utterly lacking in immortal demeanor, that's three."

With each sentence he spoke, the Chan Sect immortals' faces grew paler, their bodies trembling like leaves in the wind.

Qin Feng's steps stopped in front of Cihang Daoren, who was already pale with fear and could barely stand.

"And, most importantly..."

The smile on Qin Feng's face suddenly vanished, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"You scared my friends."

He ambled back to the front of the group, his smile reappearing, but this time it was filled with mockery.

"So, how do you think we should settle this?"

How to settle it?

Yu Ding Zhenren's immortal heart bled. An indescribable sense of humiliation and grief surged to the crown of his head.

Eleven of the Twelve Golden Immortals had been crippled, their eldest disciple's Dao foundation was destroyed, and their sect's most treasured artifact was stolen. Now, you're asking us how to settle the score?

Where is heaven's justice! Where is the Great Dao!

But he dared not utter a single word of these thoughts.

In the presence of someone who could force even a Saint to retreat, they had no right to speak of heavenly justice.

Qin Feng seemed too lazy to wait for their answer.

With a flip of his wrist, a jade-like stream of light appeared out of thin air, transforming into a scroll that slowly unfurled before him.

On the scroll, golden ancient characters flowed with immortal charm, emitting an aura that made even Grand Unity Golden Immortals' hearts pound with fear.

"Since you don't know how to settle it, I'm a very reasonable person, so I'll help you think of a way."

Qin Feng pointed at the scroll, smiling like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

"I don't want your lives. Just compensate me according to this list."

The eyes of the Chan Sect immortals were involuntarily drawn to the scroll.

With just one glance, all their breaths hitched.

"One Chaos Green Lotus Seed..." Yu Ding Zhenren's lips trembled as he read out the first item.

"One hundred drops of Three Lights Divine Water..." Puxian Zhenren's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been constricted.

"A piece of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil the size of a fist..."

"A section of the Innate Gourd Vine Main Root..."

"A fragment of Buzhou Mountain containing Pangu's Will..."

Each item on the list struck their primordial spirits like a chaotic divine hammer.

Everything on this list was a legendary divine item, enough to drive Quasi-Saints mad and stir up endless seas of blood.

Even some had already vanished from the Primordial World after the creation of heaven and earth.

This was hardly a list of compensation!

This was clearly an attempt to scrape off three feet of earth from the entire Chan Sect, including Kunlun Mountain!

"You... you're delusional!"

Cihang Daoren finally couldn't bear the immense shock and screamed.

"Let alone us, even if we emptied the entire Jade Void Palace, we couldn't gather even a tenth of what's on this list!"

"Oh? You can't gather it?"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, flipped his palm, and the ancient Fan Tian Seal appeared in his hand.

He idly tossed the Fan Tian Seal on his fingertip, his casual movements causing the assembled Chan Sect immortals to feel their livers and gallbladders split.

"Then there's nothing I can do."

Qin Feng's tone suddenly turned cold.

"I've given you two paths. Either, you pay with your lives; or, you all stay here today and become fertilizer for my Skeleton Mountain."

Blatant threats, without the slightest bit of concealment.

Using the Chan Sect's supreme treasures to threaten the Chan Sect's disciples, what a humiliation!

Yu Ding Zhenren and the others' faces turned from ashen white to deathly gray, the last shred of defiance completely crushed.

There was no choice.

In the face of absolute power, dignity was the cheapest thing.

Yu Ding Zhenren painfully closed his eyes, a tear of blood sliding from the corner of his eye.

As the only one in charge at this moment, he endured the stabbing pain in his primordial spirit and rapidly formed hand seals before his chest.

A faint golden light transformed into a mysterious rune, merging into the void and disappearing.

This was the Chan Sect's most core secret technique, capable of directly communicating with the Saint's dojo in the Jade Void Palace.

All the Golden Immortals' hearts leaped into their throats.

Their lives, the Chan Sect's honor, all rested on this.

In just a few short breaths.

A cold, indifferent will, devoid of any emotion, traversed endless space and time, descending into Yu Ding Zhenren's mind.

There were no words.

Only one word.

"Approved."

This single word was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering Yu Ding Zhenren's defenses.

His body swayed, and he almost fell on the spot.

Master, he agreed.

The Saint, actually agreed to such an absurdly extreme extortion!

The moment the Saint's will descended.

Thousands of miles away, above Kunlun Mountain, the wind and clouds changed color.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hundreds and thousands of streams of immortal light shot up from the depths of the Jade Void Palace, tearing through the void and converging into a brilliant river composed of countless rare treasures. At a speed imperceptible to the eye, it surged directly towards Skeleton Mountain.

This astonishing sight stunned all the great powers in the eastern part of the Primordial World.

"That's... the direction of Kunlun Mountain!"

"Heavens! So many treasure lights! What is the Chan Sect doing? Moving house?"

"No! That direction is... Skeleton Mountain!"

All the divine senses probing the area fell into a stupor.

They watched as the river of treasure lights traversed the void, appeared above Skeleton Mountain, and then, like a heavenly river pouring down, cascaded.

Immortal herbs of ten thousand years, divine metals capable of refining Acquired Spiritual Treasures, jade stones exuding innate Dao rhymes... countless treasures piled up before Qin Feng, almost forming a small mountain.

Qin Feng merely waved his hand casually, and the treasure mountain disappeared.

He glanced at the list in his hand and frowned slightly.

"Hmm? It looks like a lot, but why is it only seventy percent?"

This dissatisfied mumble almost made Yu Ding Zhenren spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Seventy percent? That was already ninety-nine percent of the Chan Sect's accumulated wealth over countless eons! What more do you want? Do you really want to completely destroy us?

However, before he could speak.

From the direction of Kunlun Mountain, several more treasure lights, even more brilliant and dazzling than before, flew over.

Within the treasure light were three top-tier Acquired Spiritual Treasures, and even one decent Lower-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!

Yuanshi Tianzun's emotionless Dao voice echoed through the void.

"Let the remaining amount be settled with these."

Qin Feng glanced at the spiritual treasures and nodded in satisfaction.

"Fine. Seeing as you're being so sincere, Yuanshi, this debt is settled."

He waved his hand again, collecting the final compensation.

Then, as if shooing away flies, he waved at Yu Ding Zhenren and the others.

"You lot can get lost."

What a profound humiliation!

Yu Ding Zhenren, Cihang Daoren, and the others felt hot blood surge through their minds repeatedly, almost to the point of exploding from shame and anger.

But in the end, all their humiliation turned into the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

Without a word, they helped the unconscious Guang Chengzi, supported their other heavily injured fellow disciples, and transformed into streaks of pathetic light, fleeing without looking back from this nightmarish place that had shattered their Dao Hearts.

The news spread like a storm, instantly engulfing the entire Primordial World.

The Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals suffered a crushing defeat at Skeleton Mountain. Yuanshi Tianzun himself intervened but was forced to back down. In the end, he emptied his coffers, compensating with a massive amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, just to save the lives of his disciples.

The Chan Sect had lost all face.

Even a Saint had lost all face.

From this day forward, the name Qin Feng of Skeleton Mountain would become an indelible shadow hanging over the hearts of all the great powers in the Primordial World.