"May I ask which sect or faction you belong to, young master?"
Several female cultivators edged closer to Qin Feng, their beautiful eyes shining as they began probing into his background.
"I'm Qin Yun, unaffiliated with any sect or faction!"
Qin Feng nodded with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant.
"A rogue cultivator?"
Disappointment flickered in the women's eyes, and they instinctively edged away.
Although Qin Feng's looks were exactly to their taste, they were all old monsters who had lived for thousands of years. They naturally knew that the path of cultivation was all about resources and connections. Looks were the least valuable thing of all.
"By the way, sisters!" ??
Qin Feng had no intention of putting on airs. He took the initiative to find a topic and asked, "Didn't they say the Immortal King Ruins had already been divided up? Why haven't those Immortal Lords and Immortal Kings left yet?"
"You rogue cultivators really are out of the loop!"
The female cultivator didn't suspect anything and answered, "The major factions have divided up the Immortal King Ruins, but the most precious treasures inside—the Twelve Star Beads and the seal of Zhurong Fire Refinement—fell into Qin Feng's hands. Naturally, the factions aren't willing to let go of such a juicy prize."
"No way!"
Qin Feng cried out dramatically. "Qin Feng is the Immortal Alliance's Fourth Elder's only direct disciple! Those factions dare to treat him like a juicy prize? That's like a mouse acting as a cat's bridesmaid—are they tired of living?"
"Little brother Qin, you're still too young!"
An older female cultivator looked at Qin Feng's handsome face and couldn't help but advise him earnestly. "Don't be fooled by the peaceful appearance of the Immortal Realm. There are many places the sunlight can't reach. Qin Feng's identity