Yu Xiaogang, a Spirit Hall Guest Elder? He Still Had to Kneel!

Spirit Hall!

That was the number one power on the continent!

Ma Chengfeng secretly wiped away a cold sweat, feeling immensely relieved. Fortunately, his old friend had this identity as well. Their lives were saved today.

Tang San looked at his teacher with even greater admiration.

His teacher truly was formidable! Not only were his theories unmatched, but he had even earned the respect of a colossus like Spirit Hall!

With this token, no matter how overbearing the other party was, they would have to think twice.

However, when Qian Renxue saw the token, she was briefly stunned.

Then, she nearly laughed out loud.

Under the expectant gazes of the others, Qian Renxue raised her delicate hand and took out a token as well.

Buzz—!

It was a token of pure brilliant gold. The instant it appeared, even the surrounding light seemed to be drawn toward it.

A Six-winged Angel was exquisitely engraved upon it. Its sacred, imposing aura crashed forward, utterly crushing the presence of Yu Xiaogang's guest elder token.

Personally bestowed by the Pope of Spirit Hall—the Saint Soul Token!

Holding the token, Qian Renxue's golden eyes looked down upon the dumbfounded Yu Xiaogang.

"Even if you are a guest elder of Spirit Hall, so what?"

The color drained from Yu Xiaogang's face in an instant.

The hope and relief on Ma Chengfeng's and Tang San's faces froze completely as well.

The flame of hope that had just risen within them was doused by a bucket of ice water, extinguishing even their souls.

Thud!

Ma Chengfeng could no longer hold himself up. His knees gave way, and he dropped straight to the ground.

Tang San looked at Ma Chengfeng kneeling on the ground, then at his teacher, whose face was ashen and who looked utterly lost. The towering image called "Master" in his heart collapsed with a crash at that moment.

He clenched his teeth, bent his knees, and knelt as well.

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled violently. Looking at his disciple kneeling before him, the last shred of his dignity was utterly shattered.

"I'm sorry."

This time, Tang San's voice was hoarse.

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over and lowered his "noble" head once more.

"I... am... sorry..."

Qian Renxue's golden eyes shifted slightly. Her gaze swept over the three kneeling figures before finally settling on Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

"Who are you apologizing to?"

That single sentence made Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, feel their hearts sink into the abyss again.

Their bodies stiffened as they slowly raised their heads.

They could only shift their gazes in humiliation toward Chen Fan at the side.

Tang San ground his teeth, each word seeming to be crushed out from the depths of his throat.

"I'm sorry."

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over. His face turned from white to green, then from green to purple, but in the end, he still lowered the head he considered so noble.

"...I'm sorry."

His voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, filled with endless humiliation.

Only then did Qian Renxue withdraw her gaze and look at Chen Fan. The imposing air in her golden eyes faded, replaced by a trace of gentle inquiry.

"What do you think of their attitude?"

Chen Fan looked at the wretched teacher and disciple before him, his feelings complicated.

When he had read novels in his Previous Life, he had indeed found the actions of these two rather contemptible.

But now, living people were kneeling before him. Their humiliation and despair felt so real.

Although they had launched a sneak attack, they had ultimately failed to harm him in the slightest.

Now that they had been reduced to this state, it made it seem as though his side had gone a little too far.

After all, he was a Modern Person. Deep down, he still believed that everyone was equal, and there was no need to truly drive them to their deaths.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Fan lightly waved a hand at Qian Renxue.

"Forget it. Let them go."

A trace of surprise flashed through Qian Renxue's golden eyes upon hearing that, but she did not ask further. She merely nodded slightly.

"Get lost."

That one word was like heavenly music.

Ma Chengfeng, Yu Xiaogang, and Tang San felt as though they had been granted a pardon. Scrambling up from the ground, they did not dare look back as they fled madly into the forest.

Only after the three figures had completely vanished from sight did they dare stop, bracing themselves against tree trunks and gasping for breath.

The more Yu Xiaogang thought about it, the angrier and more humiliated he became. The disgrace he had suffered today was greater than all the humiliation he had endured in his life combined.

He only felt Blood Qi surge within his chest, followed by sweetness in his throat.

Pfft—!

A mouthful of Fresh Blood sprayed out, dyeing the fallen leaves before him red.

His pride had been completely shattered today.

"Teacher!"

Tang San's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly supported the swaying Yu Xiaogang.

Looking at his teacher's paper-white face, the killing intent in his eyes nearly solidified. Gritting his teeth, he swore a blood oath word by word.

"I will forever remember today's humiliation!"

"If I do not avenge this hatred and clear my teacher's disgrace, I swear I shall not be human!"

Yu Xiaogang had been utterly dejected, but upon hearing Tang San's words, a glimmer of light returned to his eyes. He patted Tang San's shoulder with relief.

"Good... good child. I did not misjudge you."

This teacher and disciple actually managed to calm themselves somewhat through their overwhelming hatred.

Ma Chengfeng watched the scene from the side, his expression somewhat subtle.

He recalled how his old friend had initially stood firm and unyielding, claiming he would rather die than kneel. Yet afterward, his kowtows had come faster than anyone else's.

Without realizing it, his impression of this old friend had already changed.

Tang San noticed Ma Chengfeng's strange reaction as well, but his Thoughts were entirely occupied with easing his teacher's burdens, so he did not think much of it.

In the Forest clearing.

Qian Renxue withdrew the pressure of a Soul Emperor, and the air became fresh once more.

Chen Fan took the initiative to step forward and spoke with a hint of apology. "Thank you for what you did just now. I caused you trouble too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Na'er walked over beside him and gave Qian Renxue a pure, flawless smile.

"Big sister, thank you for standing up for Chen Fan."

For a moment, the atmosphere became tranquil and harmonious.

Na'er even took the initiative to extend both hands and affectionately clasp Qian Renxue's hands, her warmth surprising.

Qian Renxue was slightly stunned.

She had thought that what she had done just now had finally changed the mind of this Maiden who had been hostile toward her.

Yet the next moment, she raised her head and met Na'er's eyes.

Those Purple Eyes, once lively and clear, were now utterly hollow, stripped of all light. Like two bottomless pools of cold water, they were Stared fixedly at her.

A chill instantly shot from her tailbone to the Crown of the Head, making her entire body go cold.

Then, she sensed an exceedingly faint wisp of energy enter her Meridians through their clasped hands.

That energy was completely silent. If not for her powerful Spiritual Power, she would have been almost unable to detect it.

Na'er's Lips moved slightly. Her voice was as gentle as a lover's whisper, yet it made Qian Renxue feel as though she had fallen into an Ice Cave.

"Thank you."

"But please stay farther away from my Chen Fan."

Qian Renxue released her hand as though shocked by lightning and instinctively took a step back, then helplessly walked to the side.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that much of the Soul Power she had expended earlier had recovered. The faint pain in her mind after being struck by Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's Spiritual Impact had become clear and unobstructed as well.

She merely assumed it was the relief of venting her anger on Yu Xiaogang and the others.

Little did she know that it was a thread of Na'er's origin power, secretly transferred into her body.

This power could not only help repair her damaged Spiritual Power, but would also increase her Cultivation Speed for a long time, allowing her to reach the bottleneck of level seventy ahead of time.