For a moment, all three of their hearts jumped to their throats.
However, the master ignored their words, leaving them feeling helpless.
However, what they didn't expect was that those formations seemed to have no effect on Yi Feng. Yi Feng just walked straight over without anything happening to him at all.
Such a scene left the three of them dumbfounded, their minds unable to comprehend what was happening until Yi Feng walked to less than half a zhang in front of them. Only then did they exchange glances with each other, took a deep breath, and revealed looks of shock.
It turned out that they had still underestimated the master.
The master's terror had already exceeded their comprehension, to the extent that he could even ignore ancient formations.
Tsk tsk.
"We pay our respects, master," the three respectfully greeted Yi Feng, extremely excited.
"No need to be so polite," Yi Feng laughed. He was already used to this in his life. By being an honest person, he had also gained a lot of respect from others, some calling him shifu, others calling him master or grandmaster.
"Master, we've been trapped here for a long time," the three said with tears brimming their eyes. "Thank you for coming to our rescue."
Trapped here for a long time?
Yi Feng knitted his brows and glanced at the muddy ground beneath their feet. Indeed there was a large puddle.
But this wasn't a marsh, just a puddle. How could they be trapped and unable to get out?
These three were really melodramatic!
But thinking that they were old men, it was understandable.
Oh well.
Since I've run into them, I'll give them a hand!
"Come on," Yi Feng said, reaching out his palm and whispering.
Seeing Yi Feng's actions, the three exchanged confused glances and said, "Master, you may not care about such dangerous terrain, but we've been trapped in it. Can we really just walk out like this?"
It seemed...
Wasn't this a bit too careless?
Shouldn't the master at least undo the great formation first?
But Yi Feng's eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. Did they really expect him to carry them out over a damn puddle?
These old geezers were truly melodramatic to the extreme!
Seeing Yi Feng's displeasure, the three immediately understood their doubts had displeased the master. Not daring to say anything more, they hurriedly grabbed Yi Feng's outstretched palm, prepared to head out albeit filled with disbelief.
However, unexpectedly, Wu Yonghong smoothly got pulled out without any obstacles or accidents occurring.
Afterwards, the second, third were also pulled out just the same, as if the formation had lost its effectiveness.
But clearly, they hadn't seen Yi Feng break the formation or make any other actions!
Sss!
In the three's eyes was incredulity. Their respect for Yi Feng grew even more convinced and admiring.
They realized they had looked down on Yi Feng once again.
Not only could he himself ignore formations, even those by his side could directly become immune.
Just what kind of cultivation was needed to accomplish this?
"Thank you for saving us, master."
The three respectfully expressed their gratitude.
"What's there to thank, it was just a damn puddle!" Yi Feng waved his hand unconcernedly.
A damn puddle?
The three smiled wryly. Only someone of the master's stature could refer to such a perilous place as just a damn puddle!
"Oh right, master, old Wu is...injured. Could you take a look..." Just then, Chu Kuangshi seemed to recall something and spoke hopefully to Yi Feng.
"Old Chu, stop, don't trouble the master anymore," Wu Yonghong hurriedly said. "What's more, a wound like mine is simply beyond saving. Troubling the master would be useless."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Yi Feng became a bit interested and said, "Come, let me take a look at your injury."
"Master, I...this..."
Wu Yonghong really didn't want to trouble Yi Feng. What's more, with his dantian destroyed, even immortals would find it hard to cure.
"Just taking a look is fine," Yi Feng gently said.
"Alright..."
Wu Yonghong opened his mouth. Lifting his clothes, he revealed his lower abdomen.
There, was a bloody hole, his inner dantian long since shattered.
"It is indeed somewhat serious."
Yi Feng took a look.
Hearing this, Wu Yonghong's expression withered. As expected, not even the master could do anything about a destroyed dantian.
But just as he thought this, Yi Feng's voice sounded out again.
"Although it's somewhat serious, it's not hopeless. I'll make you some herbal medicine to apply on it later, then it'll be fine."
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ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
