Qin Fengming had absolutely never imagined that he would defeat and subdue every cultivator entering Yunxing Space. His goal had merely been to collect some tolls.
However, as more and more cultivators arrived, this idea left Qin Fengming feeling utterly drained.
Each wave of cultivators required him to spend quite a bit of persuasion, and this made Qin Fengming grow annoyed. He had no idea how many more waves of cultivators there would be.
But there would definitely be quite a few.
Those cultivators who had quickly retreated from this sea area at the first sign that something was wrong would certainly spread the situation here far and wide. By then, some cultivators would inevitably join forces and organize large numbers of cultivators to come here together.
At that time, Qin Fengming would undoubtedly have to face cultivators numbering in the hundreds or thousands.
Qin Fengming was not afraid of facing such a large group of cultivators. However, once a battle truly began, there would inevitably be heavy casualties. That was something Qin Fengming was unwilling to see, and he did not want to cause such consequences.
His purpose this time was not to slaughter cultivators and cause massive casualties.
Even if he truly offended all the sects and families surrounding Nine Ruins Mountain, Qin Fengming did not consider it particularly dangerous. At worst, he would simply leave. He did not believe those sects could really stop him.
Back then, even Beidou, Zhan Meng, and the other two Mahayana cultivators had failed to do so. How could these sects and families, with no Mahayana cultivators guarding them, possibly stop him?
Of course, Qin Fengming dared to rob the cultivators here precisely because he was not truly afraid of Nine Ruins Mountain.
He had another trump card on him. No matter