Cheng Jingfeng's Methods, a Deep Pool in Peak Forest Gorge

Yet the rest of them still showed no reaction whatsoever.

"You... you all... What does this mean? Don't forget, you are elders of the Phantom Star Sect! The Phantom Star Sect has treated you well enough!"

Yan Donghai was greatly alarmed, staring at the many fellow disciples beside him in disbelief.

He could not believe that they remained utterly unmoved!

Could it be... they had long known Cheng Jingfeng's true identity?

"Not badly? Indeed, not badly. It is only that more than half of the cultivation resources meant for us ended up in the pockets of you, Situ Zhen, and the others."

"Hmph! Had the Great Zhao Dynasty not aided us, we might not even have been able to form Golden Cores back then!"

"Exactly! The Phantom Star Sect was truly formidable in those days, with geniuses emerging one after another. But what is it like now? Aren't they all disciples and descendants of you, Situ Zhen, Xi Longxuan, and the rest? If this Heavenly Evolution Secret Realm had not been so perilous and required us to risk our lives, how could these slots and opportunities ever have fallen to us?"

As Yan Donghai's voice rang out, some among the more than thirty people present lowered their heads in shame.

Yet even more cultivators curled their lips in dissatisfaction, making no attempt to conceal their positions.

Taking in everyone's reactions, Cheng Jingfeng nodded slightly, a faint smile on his lips.

This... was precisely the effect he wanted.

His gaze falling on Yan Donghai, Cheng Jingfeng finally spoke.

"Yan Donghai, Deacon Yan, I believe you can see the situation clearly enough. Whether you live or die next depends entirely on a single thought. As for how you should choose, I need not say more, do I?"

With that, Cheng Jingfeng