Upon hearing this in the crowd, Lin Wanyin's beautiful eyes widened suddenly.
Looking at the woman in the white dress, she felt a strange, complex pang of sadness welling up inside her.
This little rascal, when did he get involved with the Pavilion Master of the Pill Pavilion?
Zhang Qingfeng's old face remained frozen for a full three breaths before he spoke in a gloomy tone, " Pavilion Master Wen, please don't joke around. Chu Yunfei is a wanted criminal specifically requested by the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect. As a member of the Pill Pavilion, interfering in sect feuds is probably against the rules, isn't it? Your actions..."
Do I look like I'm joking?
Wen Jiao's face was as cold as frost, and her tone left no room for negotiation.
"I told you, I'll protect him."
"Anyone who dares to touch him is making an enemy of my Pill Pavilion."
This statement was decisive and left Zhang Qingfeng with absolutely no way out.
Nangong Wuhen narrowed his eyes, his spiritual energy subtly fluctuating, and his voice turned colder. " Wen Jiao, do you know what you're saying?"
Wen Jiao looked at him, her tone still calm. "Was I not clear enough?"
" Chu Yunfei, I'll protect you today."
Nangong Wuhen's face darkened completely. "He is a wanted person by the Heavenly Sword Sect, and someone I personally ordered to be arrested. What makes you think you can protect him?"
Wen Jiao was not intimidated by his imposing manner. "Because he is a distinguished guest of the Pill Pavilion, and because he saved my life."
Is that enough?
Nangong Wuhen sneered, "Save your life?"
" Wen Jiao, you think too highly of yourself. Don't forget, you are also a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. You're going against this Holy Son for a traitorous piece of trash. Can you bear the consequences?"
Wen Jiao's eyes turned slightly cold, and she did not speak immediately.
Chu Yunfei stood not far behind her, his fingers still gripping the silver needles in his pocket.
He watched Wen Jiao's retreating figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He saved Wen Jiao in exchange for spirit stones.
There was no deep bond of life and death between the two.
But by stepping forward now, she is essentially confronting Nangong Wuhen and Mo Yuan head-on.
He had to acknowledge this affection.
However, despite his willingness to accept it, Chu Yunfei didn't like entrusting his life to others.
He was already mentally prepared.
If Wen Jiao couldn't stop it, the silver needle would immediately pierce her brow.
Just then, from the depths of his consciousness, Xiaoxiao Dragon's voice rang out once more.
"You brat, don't touch the silver needles yet. That man in black robes is no ordinary person."
Chu Yunfei's heart skipped a beat.
The man in black robes?
His gaze swept over the black-robed figure behind the woman in the yellow dress whose face was veiled by a light gauze.
The two of them haven't said a single word since they appeared.
Just then, Mo Yuan, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, finally raised his eyelids.
His gaze fell on Wen Jiao, his voice indifferent.
" Wen Jiao, this is not something you can interfere with."
"Step back."
These two simple words carried an unyielding sense of pressure, befitting a powerful being at the Divine Sea Realm.
Wen Jiao's face paled slightly.
With her current cultivation level, she was no match for Mo Yuan's oppressive aura.
But she still didn't back down.
At that moment, the man in black robes took half a step forward and stood steadily beside Wen Jiao.
There were no violent fluctuations in spiritual energy.
However, the pressure from the Divine Sea Realm that fell on Wen Jiao was like waves crashing against rocks, and was immediately blocked by most of it.
Mo Yuan's eyes turned slightly cold. "Who are you, sir, to try and stop this elder?"
The man in black robes remained silent.
He simply stood there quietly, the shadow beneath his hood incredibly deep, without making any unnecessary movements.
Upon seeing Nangong Wuhen's anger intensified.
He is now certain that Wen Jiao did not speak casually.
She truly wanted to protect Chu Yunfei.
Wen Jiao.
Nangong Wuhen stepped forward and said coldly, "I'll give you one more chance."
"Get out of the way."
"Otherwise, return to the Heavenly Sword Sect and explain yourself to the Punishment Hall."
Wen Jiao's fingertips tightened slightly.
The words "Punishment Hall " carry significant weight.
She may not fear Nangong Wuhen, but she cannot completely disregard the rules of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Chu Yunfei noticed her hesitation and suddenly smiled.
" Pavilion Master Wen, I appreciate your kindness, but this matter is none of your concern."
"You can step back."
Wen Jiao turned and glanced at him, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Shut up."
Chu Yunfei raised an eyebrow; this woman had quite a temper.
I owe you my life.
Wen Jiao's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear. "I don't like being in debt."
Chu Yunfei's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery.
"Didn't we say we were even?" Chu Yunfei lowered his voice. "Besides, it's just a matter of life and death."
A hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashed in Wen Jiao's eyes, and she glared at him fiercely.
At a time like this, this bastard still has the nerve to try and gain an advantage verbally!
Lin Wanyin watched this scene from afar, feeling even more anxious and heartbroken.
She hadn't expected Wen Jiao to come.
Even more unexpectedly, Wen Jiao would protect Chu Yunfei in front of so many people.
She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
There are concerns.
But then she saw another woman step out beside Chu Yunfei, and her chest inexplicably felt tight again.
Situ Shuang'er looked coldly at Wen Jiao.
She knew Wen Jiao.
The head of the Pill Pavilion in Qingyang City —who would have thought she was also a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect? Her status is quite high.
But she couldn't understand when Chu Yunfei had saved Wen Jiao's life.
What is their relationship?
Why was this woman willing to take such a big risk to protect him?
Zhang Qingfeng's expression was also not good.
His biggest fear was that things would become complicated. Originally, as long as he suppressed Chu Yunfei and handed him over to Nangong Wuhen, Azure Mystic Sect could report back to the Heavenly Sword Sect.
But when Wen Jiao suddenly intervened, things became more complicated.
Jiang Lie stood to the side, his eyes darting around.
He became increasingly interested in the secrets surrounding Chu Yunfei.
But with the Heavenly Sword Sect present, it wasn't his turn to step forward.
But now there's a conflict within the Heavenly Sword Sect, and it's uncertain what the final outcome will be. Perhaps they'll fight to the death, and the Blazing Fire Sect might just get a piece of the pie.
Nangong Wuhen had lost his patience.
He looked at Mo Yuan and said in a deep voice, " Elder Mo, capture Chu Yunfei."
"Anyone who dares to obstruct us will be suppressed."
Mo Yuan nodded slightly.
The pressure from the Divine Sea Realm instantly spread.
This time, Mo Yuan held nothing back, and an oppressive aura ten times more terrifying than Zhang Qingfeng's earlier descended with a deafening roar.
Those Rogue Cultivator in the distance couldn't even lift their heads; many were lying face down on the ground, their faces deathly pale.
Chu Yunfei's shoulders slumped, and the ground beneath his feet cracked open once more.
He gripped the Abyss-Devouring Sword tightly, his eyes turning completely cold.
We can't wait any longer; the silver needles must be used.
Just as he was about to remove the silver needle from his finger.
A voice suddenly rang out throughout the hall.
It was neither Wen Jiao nor the man in black.
The woman in the yellow dress, whose face was mostly covered by a pale yellow veil and who had remained silent, slowly raised her head.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calm and aloof air of someone who had long held a high position, easily piercing through the suffocating pressure of the Divine Sea Realm.
" The Divine Sea Realm, what a magnificent sight!"