Qin Fengming's judgment could not be wrong.
The closer this place came to the Shu Lin Realm, the more conspicuously Qin Fengming traveled. If they had come openly to meet him, they would naturally have meant him no harm. But sneaking here in secret meant they certainly had no good intentions.
The moment these three appeared, they surrounded him, displaying intense hostility. Qin Fengming hardly needed to think before knowing that they must be connected to Ancestor Jiao Wei.
All three were male cultivators: one old man and two middle-aged men. Every one of them wore a grim expression as they shot toward him, the aura around their bodies no longer restrained. Their profound Mahayana auras were fully revealed.
"When we were in the Chaos Realm, you weren't yet a Mahayana cultivator, but you still dared provoke Fellow Daoist Jiao Wei. You truly aren't simple. You actually predicted back then that you could survive the Thunder Tribulation and advance to the Mahayana stage. Junior, you can be considered the most outstanding person in the Three Realms in countless years. I heard that you even fought Jing Heng. Your strength truly cannot be underestimated. However, Jing Heng is far inferior to the three of us old men. He wouldn't be a match for any one of us. We've intercepted you today, but we don't truly intend to do anything to you. You only need to hand over ten pills suitable for Mahayana cultivators to consume, and we'll let you leave."
The three stared fixedly at Qin Fengming. After looking him over for a moment, the old man finally let out a sinister chuckle. His words were cold and chilling, making it clear that the three of them were actually stronger than Jing Heng.
Qin Fengming had fought Jing Heng before. At