These Mahayana cultivators were not unintelligent. It was just that every account they had heard involved Qin Fengming fighting others, gaining the upper hand by using restrictions and self-detonating items, and finally winning by sheer luck.
Under such circumstances, anyone with some strength would believe that as long as they were careful and cautious, they could remain undefeated. Even defeating Qin Fengming was not impossible.
It was all caused by the ten thousand immortal Spirit Stones Qin Fengming had offered as a bounty.
Without those ten thousand immortal Spirit Stones, so many people probably would not have taken the initiative to attack him. But this was precisely what Qin Fengming had intended. Anyone harboring ill intentions toward him would be suppressed without exception.
As they watched Qin Fengming gather the seven unconscious Mahayana cultivators together, search them one by one, pocket their immortal Spirit Stones and some precious materials, then stuff the remaining items back into each cultivator's robes, Shangguan Feng and the others stared wide-eyed. They were utterly, thoroughly stunned.
"This is your Chaos staff. This Qin has no use for it, so I'm returning it to you."
Qin Fengming roused Tang He, then sent the staff back to him. A Chaos treasure with clearly extraordinary power had been cast aside by Qin Fengming as if it were a worn-out shoe.
"You... you... you..."
Tang He was speechless. He had come full of anticipation, only to be captured by his opponent without even exchanging a single move. His face burned, and he wished he could vanish into the earth.
"If you refuse to accept it, Fellow Daoist, you can come again. But you must bring immortal Spirit Stones and all kinds of precious spirit herbs. If you don't have those, then you'll have to take a sound beating from