When he saw the approaching cultivators, Qin Fengming could not help staring blankly. This Shangguan Divine Son was truly handsome—so handsome that even Fang Liang and He Xuan seemed eclipsed beside him.
More than twenty cultivators surrounded him. Among them were more than a dozen beautiful female cultivators, their colorful battle armor reflecting their peerless faces, as though a stretch of rainbow clouds were drifting toward them.
Before the people arrived, a fragrant breeze had already swept over the square, making all the cultivators there feel their bodies suddenly lighten.
"How dare you injure the Gu Brothers? You must be tired of living!"
Before the crowd reached the foot of the platform, someone within it had already shouted. His voice rumbled like thunder, shaking the Heaven and Earth aura until it swayed violently.
"He is the one Golden Immortal Yan Rong put a bounty out to capture. He ambushed the Gu Brothers with finger seals and injured them. Robbing people in public—he's nothing but a bandit, Qin Fengming the bandit."
Someone was indignant and went out of his way to disparage Qin Fengming, even bestowing the title of "bandit" upon him.
"So you're Divine Son Qin Fengming, whose fame has recently soared throughout the Qingzhou Immortal Domain. But your looks are far inferior to the Shangguan Divine Son's."
When the crowd reached the stone platform, one beautiful female cultivator who looked only about twenty years old sized up Qin Fengming and suddenly curled her lips.
These female cultivators were all Mahayana cultivators, and every one of them had exceptional features. They could all be considered beauties. The one who had spoken clearly cared greatly about a male cultivator's appearance and was quite displeased by Qin Fengming's ordinary looks.
"People call you a bandit. When you return to your sect, I