Was I Arrogant?

"Hahaha! Is this kid insane?"

"Who does he think he is?"

Rujie, however, slapped his thigh, his face full of admiration.

"This rule is great! This monk raises both hands in approval!"

Si Youyou shook the Soul-Devouring Bell at her wrist. Its chime was crisp as she softly echoed him.

"I think it's not bad either."

The scar-faced cultivator's face flushed the color of pig liver, fury surging within him.

"Chen Changqing, don't mistake kindness for weakness!"

He had not even finished the word "weakness"—

Chen Changqing moved.

A flash of lightning vanished before everyone's eyes.

Fast.

Fast beyond measure.

All they saw was a streak of sword light. The scar-faced cultivator's blood-colored saber snapped cleanly in two and clattered to the ground.

The next instant, an icy sword edge had stopped before his throat, precise to the slightest fraction.

The chill of the sword tip made every hair on his neck stand on end.

The scar-faced cultivator froze stiffly in place, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolling down his forehead.

He had not even seen how Chen Changqing had drawn his sword.

That scent of death made half the blood in his body turn cold.

"Now."

Chen Changqing's voice remained calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"We do things by my rules."

The scar-faced cultivator's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed with difficulty.

"Hand them over... we'll hand them over."

Even his voice was trembling.

The cultivators behind him, who had been jeering moments ago, fell abruptly silent. Their faces turned deathly pale. None of them dared utter another word as they hastily removed their storage rings and Storage Pouches, tossing them onto the ground.

Rujie immediately stepped forward with a beaming smile, picking them up one by one.

As he collected them, he kept muttering under