Of all the cultivators passing through here, the most troublesome to intercept should be Void Refinement cultivators. They would not be overly afraid of him either.
If he saw a cultivator in the Body Integration Realm or above, Qian Feng would instead find it easier to handle—he could simply pretend not to have seen them.
His own strength was low; if he could not see a powerful expert, what could he do about it? Even if the Grand Elder came, he would not dare let out a single fart before that kind of cultivator.
Even the Xuan Ying Sect, the first-rate sect above them, would certainly have to politely let cultivators in the Body Integration Realm and above leave.
Naturally, he would not go courting that misfortune. Whose life was not a life? If the other party raised a hand and killed him, even if the sect was willing to step forward afterward, could Qian Feng come back to life?
But Spirit Transformation cultivators could be dealt with according to their backgrounds. Qian Feng had his own grasp of the proper measure in such matters.
Qian Feng had been sitting cross-legged in the air. He knew that the chances of encountering cultivators in the Body Integration Realm or above were practically nonexistent, so he felt quite at ease.
Even if such cultivators passed through here, they would disdain dealing with people like them. They would certainly fly straight past. Even if he wanted to stop them, he probably would not be able to sense them at all.
It was already nighttime. Although there were cultivators traveling, there were not too many of them.
According to his senses, nine of the cultivators who had appeared during this time had been stopped and searched by his subordinates.
Naturally, they showed no courtesy