The Meaning of Yi Feng

Why?

Why would the top masters of the Four Great Martial Clans be so respectfully addressing this young man as "Sir"?

Could it be...

This Martial Hall does not belong to Wu Yonghong and his three companions, but the young man before them is the true mastermind behind the scenes?

He couldn't help but think back to what Yaoling'er had said. It was this young man who had ordered someone to use the Swift Cloak as a rag, and it was also this young man who had treated Jin WuFeng's bones as dog food.

Thinking of this, Ning XuanWu felt extremely incredulous.

But even if he found it unbelievable, he felt this answer was probably right.

Let alone their deference towards Yi Feng, with his strength as a Martial King, he couldn't even see through the cultivation level of the young man before him.

It was like an ordinary person.

He looked plain and unremarkable, but was actually unfathomable!

Having thought thus far, he deeply swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Sir, he came here..." After greeting Yi Feng, Wu Yonghong respectfully said, apparently wanting to report on Ning XuanWu's matter.

"No need to say more, I already know."

Yi Feng waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Sir is formidable, we were babbling unnecessarily." Wu Yonghong and his three companions looked at each other, immediately lowered their heads respectfully. It seemed that Sir was Sir, even when he was not present, he already had a thorough understanding of everything happening here.

"No need to apologize for babbling."

Yi Feng smiled.

When he had just walked out the door, he happened to hear Chu Kuangshi lecturing the old man kneeling on the ground. Judging by the way he addressed him as junior and senior, he guessed they were lecturing their junior.

As for old fellows,

it was understandable that they would seize a junior and lecture him when they saw one. He just didn't know what mistake this old man had made.

Beside the kneeling Ning XuanWu was also gaping, regretting intensely at the same time.

His eyes revealed deep fear.

He now confirmed that the mysterious youth before him was an even more unfathomable old monster. He was blind to have come knocking on their door, unaware that they already knew everything.

Thinking that he had offended such a character, his spine turned cold and his face paled like paper.

Today, he was afraid he would have to pay with his life here.

"It's fine, you guys handle it." Yi Feng said nonchalantly. Even at the doorstep of his Martial Hall, it did not make much difference to him.

"We'll handle it?"

Wu Yonghong and his three companions looked at each other in slight surprise. They did not expect Yi Feng to hand Ning XuanWu over to them directly.

But then again, a petty Martial King probably wasn't important enough for Sir to bother with personally.

The question was, how should they deal with him?

The four of them looked at one another, unsure of what to do, and could only look towards Yi Feng.

"Why are you looking at me?" Yi Feng asked blankly.

"Erm, Sir, we just wanted to ask, in your opinion, how should we deal with him?" Wu Yonghong spoke up tentatively.

Beside them, the ashen-faced Ning XuanWu also looked over.

Usually so dignified and authoritative in the XuanWu Sect, now he looked pitiful and pathetic, aware that his life was completely in Yi Feng's hands.

"Asking me?"

Yi Feng rubbed his nose.

Feeling rather speechless, weren't they going to discipline their own junior? Why ask an unrelated person like him?

Seeing the four old men looking at him expectantly, Yi Feng could only resign himself and say, "I don't really have anything to say, but I feel that mistakes should be met with due consequences. Of course one shouldn't be too harsh on a junior either, give him a chance. Whether he can mature into an upright person will depend on his own fortune."

Having said that, Yi Feng looked at the sky. It was about time to start cooking.

After all, Zhong Qing had been working hard alone the entire day, so it was reasonable for him as master to lend a hand occasionally.

Besides, it wasn't right for him to stand by as they lectured their junior.

After Yi Feng left, Wu Yonghong and his three companions pondered his words, then looked at one another solemnly and nodded.

Clearly,

Sir's meaning was already very obvious.

Next, four pairs of gloomy eyes fell upon Ning XuanWu.

Ning XuanWu trembled violently, breaking out in cold sweat immediately.

"Storage pouch, take it out first!"

Wu Yonghong stretched out his palm and said solemnly.

"Elder, there's no need for this, right?" Ning XuanWu said, looking awful.

"Oh?"

Wu Yonghong's voice turned cold as he narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you not hear Sir's words just now?"

"Alright, alright!"

Ning XuanWu gritted his teeth and reluctantly took out his storage pouch. Inside, apart from the last precious item on his body, were the resources of the entire XuanWu Sect.

The moment the pouch was snatched away by Wu Yonghong, Ning XuanWu felt like his heart was bleeding.

"Mm."

Wu Yonghong opened the storage pouch to inspect it, nodded satisfactorily, and passed it to Chu Kuangshi, then instructed, "You hold on to this first and hand it to Sir later."

Having said that, he looked at Ning XuanWu again and solemnly said, "You may stand up now!"

Hearing this, Ning XuanWu finally stood up and looked uneasily at their faces as he tentatively asked, "Elders, may I leave now?"

After speaking, he lifted his legs, eager to get away from this place.

But before he could take a step, a forceful aura pressed down on him again.

"Leave?"

"Did you not hear Sir's words just now?"

Wu Yonghong asked angrily. As he spoke, he glanced at the frail old man, Sun Zhuge.

Sun Zhuge smiled coldly with a wave of his hand, sending out a wisp of black mist that shrouded Ning XuanWu's entire arm.

"This is my Heavenly Calamity Poison, it will spread through your whole body in three days."

"What?"

"Heavenly Calamity Poison?"

Hearing this, Ning XuanWu's face turned ashen like paper. Staring at the black mist coiling around his arm, it was as if he had seen something terrifying.

"You heard it yourself, this was Sir's intention. He did not directly take your life. Of course, whether you can continue standing as a man will depend on your own fortune."

"Get lost!"

With a wave of his arm, Ning XuanWu was sent flying away.