"Boom!"
However, Duan Qingfeng waved his palm, and a force rumbled down on Peng Ying's body, heavily smashing her to the ground.
Subsequently, he cupped his fists and looked at Yang Tianyu and others with red eyes, grievingly said: "Everyone, today my Heavenly Sword Sect was wrong. I'll let you take this Peng Xianer away and hand her over to that gentleman for disposal. I hope that you all who have dealt with that gentleman can put in a good word for my Heavenly Sword Sect and spare us this once!"
After saying that, his legs suddenly stomped on the ground.
Boom!
The ground cracked with a rumble.
Then he heavily kowtowed again and said with red eyes: "I beg you."
At this moment, the originally prestigious sect master had aged several years in an instant.
It was obvious that Duan Qingfeng could clearly discern what kind of consequences this incident would bring about if handled improperly!
These were consequences that his Heavenly Sword Sect could not afford to bear.
Therefore, at this moment, he made the wise choice.
"Sect master."
"Sect master."
Seeing this, the elders and many disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect also turned red-eyed. To fight for a way out for these disciples, the prestigious sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect was kowtowing in public!
Witnessing this scene, Yang Tianyu and others were also not feeling well.
Although these sects were openly competing and scheming against each other in secret during normal times, Duan Qingfeng's actions at this moment still made them feel admiration.
"Old Duan, we don't have any say in front of the gentleman, but I can point you to a bright path," Yang Tianyu said at this time.
"I hope you'll advise me."
Duan Qingfeng trembled as he looked at Yang Tianyu.
"The gentleman is magnanimous. If it wasn't for your disciple's short-sightedness, he would not have erupted in such anger," Yang Tianyu said. "Even so, the gentleman only destroyed your sect entrance and did not harm the innocent. This is enough to show that the gentleman intends to leave you a way out."
"Therefore, leave Peng Xianer behind and hurry to leave!" Yang Tianyu said.
Hearing this, Duan Qingfeng's heart shuddered.
That's right.
Although his sect entrance was destroyed, apart from some unfortunate disciples who got caught up in it, most were unharmed.
This was enough to show that the gentleman had shown mercy.
Otherwise, with that gentleman's capabilities, if he really wanted to destroy his Heavenly Sword Sect, could Duan Qingfeng still be standing here talking?
"Thank you for your mercy and forgiveness, gentleman!"
He heavily kowtowed towards the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Then he got up again and bowed to Yang Tianyu and the others, "Thank you all."
He got up.
Bringing tens of thousands of disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect to retreat.
"Master, no, don't, save me!" Seeing this, Peng Xianer, who was sprawled on the ground like mud, sent out pleading cries.
But Duan Qingfeng and the others did not look at her again.
In her fear, she looked towards Yang Tianyu and the others again, heavily knocking her head on the ground, and hurriedly pleaded: "I beg you, please let me go."
"Hmph."
"We don't dare let you go. Your fate will be decided when the gentleman gets here!"
Yang Tianyu coldly snorted, showing no pity for Peng Xianer.
Hearing this, Peng Xianer collapsed lifeless on the ground.
The crowd paid Peng Xianer no more attention, but withdrew the people they had brought, while the remaining stayed and looked towards the distance.
There, a young man was leisurely walking over.
In his hand, he was holding a fish.
This fish was one Yi Feng had just caught by a creek while coming down the mountain.
Seeing this fish, the crowd couldn't help but sigh, this gentleman really lived a carefree life to the fullest!
Walking on land, flying in the sky, from demon emperors to fish and shrimp, there was nothing he wouldn't eat.
The crowd hurriedly went over to greet respectfully.
"Gentleman."
"Gentleman."
Voices of respect sounded one after another.
"Oh, you are?"
Yi Feng's gaze swept over the crowd, and he suddenly recognized many familiar faces, such as Diwu Changkong, Yunxian Que, Shuqinhua, Xueshenzhu who had visited his shop before, as well as Li Shuhua and Yang Tianyu whom he had met on the mountain.
"How are you all here?"
Yi Feng was extremely surprised, totally unexpected to meet this group of people together here.
"Gentleman, we are naturally here waiting for you," they answered.
"Waiting for me?" Yi Feng was full of questions. "How did you know I was here?"
The crowd was shocked, and cold sweat broke out.
But Yunxian Que's mind worked quickly and immediately spoke up.
"It's like this. We all really like the gentleman's paintings and calligraphy. By coincidence we learned of your whereabouts and were so excited we wanted to come see you."
They knew that with Yi Feng's capabilities, he must already know they had been here long ago.
And Yi Feng's question clearly showed he still took himself as an ordinary person.
So naturally they didn't dare poke holes in this pretense, and continued to humor him as a mortal.
Like paintings and calligraphy?
Yi Feng thought of how this group had fawned over the things he made before, and suddenly understood - they must all be artsy people.
Saying it like this, these people were his fans?
"So you are all my fans?" Yi Feng smiled lightly, his expression delighted.
Seeing Yi Feng's expression, the crowd hurriedly played along: "Yes, yes, yes!"
Seeing this, Yi Feng had an "I knew it" look.
He didn't expect to have such avid fans even in this different world. They had come from afar just to see him.
It seems his music and painting already had some fame in this area, fans even sought him out to Nansha by themselves.
At this moment, Yi Feng strangely felt as if he had become a sought-after celebrity, probably only great talents like Li Bai in his former world would get treatment like this!
Meanwhile, Peng Ying lying on the ground watched this scene with deadened eyes.
Although she had always been unwilling to admit that this childhood sweetheart she had dumped was a peerless expert, when she truly saw Nansha's top masters so respectfully deferential before Yi Feng, she could no longer deny this fact.
This tormented her to the extreme.
In other words, the great strength she pursued, the greatest opportunity she sought, had actually been right by her side?
Especially when she had dumped Yi Feng in order to join Qingshan Gate and be with Yu Wujie, wasn't that akin to throwing away a spiritual medicine and picking up a weed instead?
Thinking of this, she crawled towards Yi Feng and pleaded: "Yi Feng, Yi Feng, I was wrong, please, I was wrong."
Yi Feng, who was chatting with the crowd, saw Peng Ying crawling over in this miserable state and was shocked speechless.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
