Chapter 75: A True Man, Give Him a Quick Death!
Silence.
Outside the cave, there was a brief moment of stillness.
Pfft... Hahaha...
The Ninth Steward burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. His shrill laughter seemed to carry a kind of magic, infecting every disciple of Dayan Holy Land.
The gathered disciples all laughed along.
For a moment, laughter echoed through the mountains.
Even the surrounding demon beasts shook their heads upon hearing it.
Chu Feng slowly opened his eyes, swept a glance at the crowd outside, and then focused his gaze on Qin Qin.
He saw that Qin Qin's entire body was brimming with killing intent and knew that this little girl was about to erupt.
Just in time, he could also use this opportunity to see the results of her recent training.
But what intrigued him the most was how the people of Dayan Holy Land had managed to lock onto Qin Qin in such a short time.
He planned to catch a survivor after her performance to ask about it.
Qin Qin ignored the laughter of the Dayan Holy Land disciples and gently plucked her zither strings.
Tang... Tang...
A burst of pleasant music rang out.
Upon hearing the sound of the zither, the Dayan Holy Land cultivators immediately stopped laughing.
They each stared at Qin Qin with mocking expressions, curious to see what tricks this little wench could pull.
In just a few breaths, the cultivators of Dayan Holy Land fell into the illusion conjured by the zither music.
Amidst wails and cries, they each drew their weapons and began slaughtering one another.
In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.
Only the Ninth Steward was left among the group outside.
At this moment, he had already regained consciousness from the illusion created by the music.
Bloodied and disheveled, weapon in hand, he stared in terror at the scene before him, muttering:
"You... what have you done?"
Tang!!!
Qin Qin responded with a single sharp note, accompanied by a wave of killing intent through the sound.
Clang!
The Ninth Steward immediately swung his blade to block the attack.
Qin Qin's fingers plucked the zither strings faster and faster.
Countless sonic waves attacked from all directions.
"Blazing Sun Slash!!!"
The Ninth Steward did not dare to be careless. He fiercely swung his blade.
A fiery red slash tore through the night.
It also dispersed countless sonic waves.
The fiery blade came crashing toward Qin Qin.
Seeing this, Chu Feng casually pointed a finger.
Clang!
A streak of sword energy shot from his fingertip.
It easily pierced through the blade aura and, at the same time, through the Ninth Steward's dantian.
Pfft...
The Ninth Steward spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
There's another expert!
A thought flashed through his mind, and using the last of his strength, he pulled out a teleportation talisman, intending to escape.
Just as he was about to activate it, he felt a large hand reach out from the darkness and grab him, rendering him immobile.
Inside the cave.
Chu Feng casually reached out and pulled the Ninth Steward into the cave.
Thud!
With a dull thud, the Ninth Steward lost consciousness.
Chu Feng casually removed the storage pouch from his body.
"Qin'er, go retrieve all the spoils of war outside. We'll interrogate this guy afterward."
"Yes."
With that, Qin Qin disappeared from the cave.
Before long, she returned carrying a pile of storage pouches.
"Master, all the enemies' storage pouches are here."
Chu Feng smiled and said, "These are your spoils of war. Keep them for yourself."
"Thank you, Master."
Qin Qin showed no discomfort at having killed enemies.
In the past, when facing enemies from Dayan Holy Land, all she could do was run away.
Today, she could finally kill freely, and the anger she had been holding in her heart eased quite a bit.
Chu Feng casually slapped his palm down, delivering a loud smack.
The Ninth Steward slowly opened his eyes. He still hadn't recovered from what had happened and couldn't understand what had just taken place.
They had clearly been surrounding Qin Qin, that little wench, yet they had ended up watching as everyone was slaughtered.
When the illusion faded, his entire group had been wiped out.
"Now, shall we have a good chat?"
A mocking voice sounded in the Ninth Steward's ear.
He instinctively tried to crush his teleportation talisman, only to find his hand empty.
Naturally, this little movement didn't escape Chu Feng's eyes. He waved the teleportation talisman in front of the steward's face and said, "Were you looking for this?"
The Ninth Steward stared at the talisman in the young man's hand, his heart turning cold.
'Am I really going to die here today?'
'I'm not willing!'
Gritting his teeth, he said, "Who are you to dare interfere with the affairs of Dayan Holy Land? Aren't you afraid of being slaughtered along with your entire clan?"
"Heh."
Chu Feng chuckled lightly. "At a time like this, you're still trying to scare me with Dayan Holy Land? Forget it. You, a mere Tianyuan Realm cultivator, don't even represent Dayan Holy Land."
"Even your Holy Master wouldn't dare say he could wipe out Wendao Academy."
"You... you're an elder of Wendao Academy?"
The Ninth Steward asked, stunned.
He couldn't figure out how a mere wench like Qin Qin would have a Wendao Academy elder at her side.
Chu Feng said, "I act under my true name and title. I am Chu Feng, one of Wendao Academy's Ten Chief Elders."
"Chu... Impossible! You can't be Chu Feng! The head of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute, Chu Feng, is supposed to be just an ordinary mortal!"
The Ninth Steward mumbled incoherently.
Their spies in Wendao City had already investigated Qin Qin's situation at Wendao Academy thoroughly.
The Miscellaneous Dao Institute she had joined was a near-defunct division, and its head was supposedly a powerless mortal.
But just before he lost consciousness, he had felt an overwhelming power—far more terrifying than any elder in Dayan Holy Land.
"That's not something you need to worry about."
Chu Feng said with a mocking tone, "Now, I'll give you two choices: One, confess honestly how you located Qin'er so quickly, and I'll give you a swift death."
"Two, I'll torture you until you beg to talk."
"Hmph!"
The Ninth Steward snorted coldly. "What's the harm in telling you? That wench has long been marked by my Dayan Holy Land. Even if she fled to the ends of the earth, we could still track her down."
Chu Feng sneered, "Boasting again? Then why didn't your Dayan Holy Land act all these years she spent in Wendao City?"
The Ninth Steward froze. Of course, he had wanted to act, but there was a half-step Spirit Nourishment Realm expert guarding the Red Mansion.
Trying to snatch someone from there would've been suicide.
He had even tried sending people to ransom her, but the wench never gave them the chance.
Finally, he said, "I've given you the answer. Give me a quick death."
"A real man. I admire that."
Chu Feng couldn't help but praise him.
Hearing this, a flicker of hope rose in the Ninth Steward's heart.
'Could it be that he's planning to let me go?'
But then Chu Feng's tone shifted.
"Qin'er, give this man a swift death."
The Ninth Steward involuntarily shivered.
'Why did I take your own words so seriously...'
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