Old Nine Yang Was Far Too Stingy

"I'm standing right in front of you, can't you see me?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it gave the feeling that someone was whispering in one's ear.

Everyone present turned to look in the direction of the voice, and saw a handsome young man with an extraordinary temperament, holding a folding fan in his hand, looking at the Nine Yang Half-Saint with a playful expression, his words and actions showing no regard for the Nine Yang Half-Saint.

What surprised the onlookers was not the young man's actions, but the fact that the people standing next to him also seemed to disregard the Nine Yang Half-Saint.

Who exactly is this person?

Many people, including the Nine Yang Half-Saint, had a big question in their minds.

Although the man stood there, he gave off an impression of being shrouded in mist.

At first glance, he appears to be an ordinary person with no cultivation whatsoever, which is precisely what makes him seem extraordinary.

When Xiao Chen and his group saw that the speaker was Chu Feng, their faces showed surprise and delight, and they all bowed respectfully to Chu Feng.

"Disciple greets Master!"

Chu Feng said calmly, "No need for formalities."

These words struck everyone present like a thunderbolt, and they all froze on the spot.

The Ye Clan patriarch was the first to react, cupping his hands and saying, "This old man was unaware of Chief Chu's arrival; please forgive my lack of proper welcome."

Chu Feng returned the greeting and said, "Senior, you flatter me. I only came to join in the fun and never intended to cause trouble for the Ye Clan. I hope you will forgive me."

Such demeanor, such politeness—the difference is immediately apparent, even among Half-Saint.

The people present looked at Chu Feng with nothing but respect, while the Nine Yang Half-Saint looked at him with more disdain. "Look at Half-Saint Chu," they said, "This is what Half-Saint should be."

The way you yelled and shouted was like a country bumpkin who'd never seen the world before. You're a disgrace to the Blazing Yang Sect!

When Nine Yang Half-Saint saw Chu Feng arrive in person, his expression changed drastically. He had naturally heard of Half-Saint Chu's reputation. He had killed Half-Saint from the Great Evolution Holy Land with a single sword strike, and his fame was widespread. Even veteran Half-Saint dared not easily challenge his power, because no one knew just how strong Half-Saint Chu truly was.

Yang Wei, who had already stood up, quickly clutched his chest and slowly collapsed, pretending to faint.

The Ye Clan patriarch naturally noticed the change in Nine Yang Half-Saint's expression, but he didn't add fuel to the fire. He simply smiled and said to Chu Feng, "Half-Saint Chu, we are all people of dignity. It would be unseemly to fight in front of the juniors. I suggest we resolve this matter peacefully."

"Senior Ye is right. Moreover, killing someone on your turf is a slap in the face to our Dao-Seeking Academy. I would never do such a thing."

Chu Feng said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Ye Clan patriarch and the Nine Yang Half-Saint breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this person wasn't so unreasonable after all.

Unexpectedly, Chu Feng suddenly changed the subject, looking at the Nine Yang Half-Saint and saying, "Old bastard, do you have the guts to fight me in the air outside the city?"

The face of the Nine Yang Half-Saint darkened instantly. He had originally thought that he would just lower his head, compensate for the losses, and apologize for what happened today, but he never expected that this young man would be so unethical and take advantage of him.

If I don't accept the challenge, won't I become a laughing stock in the Half-Saint circle?

"Young man, if you want to fight, then fight! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Please!"

Chu Feng gestured for them to proceed.

"Snort!"

With a cold voice, the Nine Yang Half-Saint turned and flew towards the White Cloud City.

Chu Feng took a step forward and followed closely behind, while the Ye Clan patriarch was not to be outdone and chased after him.

A few breaths later, the cultivators present finally reacted and flew towards the outside of the city.

"Nine Yangs in the Sky!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!"

Before the group even reached the city gates, they saw tens of thousands of Sword Qi merge into one in the sky, piercing through the nine blazing suns like a string of candied hawthorns, and also passing through the body of the Nine Yang Half-Saint.

When everyone arrived, they saw the disheveled Nine Yang Half-Saint sitting slumped on the ground, expressionless.

Chief Chu, still holding a severed arm, casually tossed it in front of the Nine Yang Half-Saint and said unhurriedly, "I always keep my word. If I said I wouldn't kill you, I won't. Today, I've severed your arm. Are you satisfied?"

Looking at his severed arm, the Nine Yang Half-Saint murmured, "Chief Chu's swordsmanship Peerless; I humbly admit defeat."

"Be more careful next time."

After leaving those words, Chu Feng turned and left, leaving behind the ashen-faced Nine Yang Half-Saint.

Seeing Chu Feng defeat the Nine Yang Half-Saint so easily, the crowd looked at him with even more fear. They had originally wanted to see a good show, but they never expected the battle to end so quickly.

"This disciple thanks Master for his help."

Xiao Chen bowed respectfully to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng helped Xiao Chen up. "No need for thanks. With me here, no one can hurt you!"

Xiao Chen looked at Chu Feng with gratitude, thinking to himself: Master's demeanor Peerless, I am not even one ten-thousandth as good as him.

As they talked, the group returned to the Ye Clan to continue their exchange.

The Ye Clan patriarch did not return with them, but instead landed beside the Nine Yang Half-Saint.

"Fellow Daoist Jiuyang, please return to my residence to heal your injuries first. The transaction can be postponed for a few days."

Upon hearing this, the Nine Yang Half-Saint said with a grateful expression, "Brother Ye, you flatter me. It's all my fault for being too arrogant, which led to this disaster. Let's finish the transaction as soon as possible so I can go back and recuperate."

He didn't want to stay in White Cloud City a moment longer, not just because it was embarrassing, but because he was afraid Chu Feng would change his mind.

Chu Feng's sword strike just now not only severed his arm, but also shattered his Dao heart. He will never dare to face Chu Feng again in this lifetime.

"Alright, let's go."

As the Ye Clan patriarch spoke, he stood up.

The Nine Yang Half-Saint picked up his left hand, preparing to remove the storage ring from his finger, when he was completely dumbfounded.

The two storage rings on his left hand were missing. The items he had traded with the Ye Clan patriarch were stored in one of the storage rings.

Looking at his clean left hand, realizing that two-thirds of his possessions were gone, the Nine Yang Half-Saint was overcome with rage and spat out a mouthful of blood.

puff...

Upon seeing this, the Ye Clan patriarch's expression changed, and he quickly helped the other person up, asking, "Fellow Daoist Jiuyang, are you alright?"

The Nine Yang Half-Saint said in a trembling voice, "Chu... Chu Feng, I will never let you get away with this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everything went black before his eyes, and he fainted.

Seeing this, the Ye Clan patriarch was speechless and muttered, "Fellow Daoist Jiuyang can't beat them but still makes threats. His magnanimity is far too small."

Achoo!

In the front courtyard of the Ye Residence, Chu Feng, who had just landed, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and muttered:

"That Old Jiuyang is too petty. I only took two of his storage rings, and he's secretly badmouthing me behind my back."

Upon hearing this, Elder Bing looked puzzled. "Sir, what are you talking about?"