Beauty in Distress, a Pursued Fairy

Deep within the cave, Lin Feng's words, "Who told you to touch my people," carried a hint of amusement, yet also a kind of undeniable magic that echoed in the confined space.

The sound wasn't loud, but it caused the boisterous atmosphere within the cave to falter.

The sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked Daoist, who had been preparing to lay his wicked claws on Qiong Xiao, froze. He abruptly turned his head, staring into the deeper darkness of the cave with a face full of shock and confusion.

"Who?"

"Who's playing tricks!"

The other rogue cultivators also turned their heads towards the sound, their faces etched with vigilance.

They had just scanned the cave with their divine senses and confirmed that besides the heavily injured Qiong Xiao, there were no other living beings inside.

Where did this voice come from?

Qiong Xiao's eyes, which had been shut in despair, suddenly snapped open, long eyelashes still clinging to crystalline tears.

She looked behind her in disbelief. From the darkness, a tall, slender figure slowly stood up.

It's him?

The only "mortal" in the cave?

Qiong Xiao's heart sank to the bottom of the abyss.

She had initially thought the voice belonged to some passing powerful cultivator who could save her from this dire situation, but she never expected it to be this powerless mortal.

Why did he come out?

To die?

For a mortal, facing several ferocious Golden Immortals, there was only one outcome: to be crushed into dust.

Under everyone's uncertain gazes, Lin Feng walked out of the darkness with unhurried steps.

He wore simple hemp clothes, his black hair casually loose, his face handsome, but there wasn't a trace of magical energy fluctuation emanating from him. He looked like an ordinary person who had stumbled into this place.

The leading rogue cultivator, the burly man known as Daoist Black Tiger, sized Lin Feng up a few times. His tense nerves instantly relaxed, and a cruel sneer appeared on his face.

"I wondered who it was, turns out it's some suicidal mortal brat."

"Kid, even if you want to play the hero, you should know your limits. This isn't a place for you. If you know what's good for you, scram. Otherwise, I'll kill you along with her!"

Daoist Black Tiger's voice boomed, carrying the unique pressure of a Golden Immortal cultivator, making the entire cave rumble.

In his opinion, a mere shout like this was enough to send a mortal like Lin Feng scurrying away in fear.

However, Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged, he didn't even lift an eyelid.

His gaze bypassed the rogue cultivators before him, whom he considered no different from ants, and landed on the disheveled yet still peerlessly beautiful figure behind them.

Fairy Qiongxiao was currently leaning against the cold stone wall, her exquisite immortal dress torn and tattered, revealing large patches of fair and delicate skin. It was stained with dirt and blood, which, far from diminishing her beauty, added a touch of tragically beautiful fragility.

Her usually aloof and proud pretty face was now pale and filled with despair. Her chest, rising and falling slightly with anger and weakness, outlined a breathtaking curve.

What a stunning beauty.

Lin Feng nodded inwardly. Her looks, her figure, her temperament... she's barely qualified to be my chief maidservant.

How could such a beauty be defiled by these grotesque "pigs and dogs"?

Lin Feng had already made up his mind.

This maidservant, I'm taking her!

His undisguised gaze, filled with scrutiny and possessiveness, made Qiong Xiao stiffen. A wave of inexplicable humiliation and shame surged within her.

What is this guy looking at!

His eyes are even more presumptuous and aggressive than those rogue cultivators outside!

Daoist Black Tiger, seeing himself completely ignored by a mortal, instantly flew into a rage.

"You're courting death!"

He flicked his eyes at a subordinate beside him. "Third Brother, go and cripple this ignorant brat. Don't dirty my eyes!"

"Got it, Senior Brother!"

The sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked Daoist sneered. He had been holding back his anger after Lin Feng interrupted his fun just now.

His body flickered, bringing with it a foul wind. His five fingers formed a claw, reaching directly for the crown of Lin Feng's head.

He used only thirty percent of his strength for this claw strike, enough to crush a piece of fine iron into powder.

Dealing with a mortal, he felt it was overkill already.

He could already imagine the bloody scene of Lin Feng's head exploding like a watermelon.

Qiong Xiao closed her eyes in distress.

Although she was angered by Lin Feng's gaze, he had, after all, stood up for her. She couldn't bear to see an innocent mortal die tragically because of it.

However, the expected sound of cracking bones did not come.

Instead, a crisp sound, like metal clashing, rang out: "Crack!"

Qiong Xiao's eyes snapped open. Immediately, she saw a scene that would be etched in her memory forever.

The sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced Daoist's ferocious grin was still frozen on his face. The hand reaching for Lin Feng's head twisted at a bizarre angle, all five fingers snapping. White bone shards pierced the skin, a shocking sight.

Lin Feng, however, remained standing in place, not having moved an inch. Not even a strand of his hair was out of place.

He simply looked at the other party with the gaze of an idiot.

"That's it?"

Lin Feng curled his lips, his tone filled with disdain.

He couldn't even be bothered to raise a hand.

How could the flesh of a Chaos Demon God be shaken by a mere Golden Immortal?

Let alone using a fraction of his strength, even if this fellow exerted all his might, he wouldn't be able to harm a single hair on Lin Feng's body.

"Ah--!"

The sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced Daoist let out a piercing scream, clutching his crippled hand and retreating repeatedly. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief as he looked at Lin Feng.

How is this possible!

How did my hand break?

This mortal, he didn't do anything!

The cave instantly fell into an eerie silence.

The smug smiles on Daoist Black Tiger's and the other rogue cultivators' faces froze. Their eyes bulged wide, as if they had seen a ghost.

A mortal, standing still, had shattered the bones of a Golden Immortal's hand?

What in the world is going on?

Hallucinations!

It must be hallucinations!

"Third brother, what are you doing! Can't even deal with a mortal!"

Daoist Black Tiger shouted furiously, a mixture of shock and anger in his voice.

"Senior brother, this kid... this kid is strange!"

The sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced Daoist grimaced in pain, his voice trembling.

His hand wasn't broken by a shockwave; the opponent's body was as hard as an Innate Spirit Treasure! His claws had struck it like an egg hitting a rock!

Daoist Black Tiger's expression turned so dark it looked like it could drip water.

He finally realized that the seemingly mortal youth before him was definitely not an ordinary person!

Could it be... some great elder playing as a mortal, returning to simplicity?

The thought sent a shiver through Daoist Black Tiger, a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

In the Primordial World, the most dangerous people to offend were these seemingly ordinary, yet unfathomably profound old monsters!

Beside him, Qiong Xiao's small mouth gaped in shock, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.

She had seen it clearly.

In that instant, Lin Feng's body had shown no fluctuations of magical power.

He had used his physical body alone to shatter a Golden Immortal's hand bone!

What a terrifying physique!

Could it be... he's from the Witch Clan?

No, people of the Witch Clan exude a powerful aura of malevolence. It's impossible for him to be so restrained and ordinary.

Who is this man, exactly?

As everyone pondered their own thoughts, filled with surprise and uncertainty, Lin Feng finally moved.

He no longer glanced at the rogue cultivators, who were now pale and at a loss, but walked directly in front of Qiong Xiao, looking down at her.

"From today onwards, you are mine."

Lin Feng's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable dominance.

He wasn't negotiating; he was declaring an established fact.

"Be my maidservant, and in this vast Primordial World, no one will dare to harm you again."

Qiong Xiao was completely stunned.

She tilted her head back, looking at the mysterious and powerful man before her, momentarily forgetting how to react.

Humiliation? Anger?

Perhaps both, but more than anything, there was an unprecedented sense of security and... a strange flutter in her heart.

"Ding! Detected target Qiong Xiao's mind wavering, her Dao heart showing cracks. Maidservant compatibility increased to 30%! Host, please continue to work hard and conquer her completely!"

The system's prompt sounded in his mind, and a satisfied curve formed on Lin Feng's lips.

He slowly turned around, looking back at the rogue cultivators at the cave entrance, who were now ashen-faced and caught in a dilemma.

"Now, it's your turn."

Lin Feng's eyes were calm and placid, as if he were looking at dead men.

"Will you take your own lives, or shall I send you on your way?"