Qing Yin Xianyun turned her head upon hearing the voice, her eyes filled with confusion.
"I don't know him."
Beside her, Feng Tianquan imdiately bowed and responded.
"Young Master Yi."
"This person has no connection to our Moon God Pavilion. He is rely the son of an old friend of mine. When I heard him slandering you, accusing you of murder and theft, I knew he must be of ill character. I refrained from punishing him on the spot only to seek you out first."
Yi Feng showed a look of realization.
"So that's how it is."
"I thought as much. You are all righteous people who vanquish evil. How could such a person be associated with you?"
Hearing this, the group relaxed slightly.
However, after listening to the baseless accusations, Yi Feng's anger only grew.
Seeing Luo Buqun's androgynous appearance—a clear sign of a troublemaker—he decided to expose the truth then and there.
"But,"
"this man is far worse than just having poor character. He founded the Heavenly Yin Sect, an entire sect of androgynous individuals who prey on pure-yang n to cultivate their dark arts, claiming countless lives and wreaking havoc in the region."
As soon as these words fell, Qing Yin Xianyun and the others were visibly shaken.
Feng Tianquan, in particular, flushed red with fury and bowed deeply.
"Young Master Yi, I swear I will give you a proper resolution!"
With that, he turned his furious gaze toward Luo Buqun, his eyes brimming with killing intent!
"To think you are such a vile creature!"
"I believed you were rely ill-mannered, but never did I imagine you practiced such evil arts, took lives, and exploited my past ties with your ancestors to manipulate the Moon God Pavilion into enabling your atrocities!"
"You have truly overstepped!"
As he spoke, the usually composed Feng Tianquan unleashed his Dao power!
His aura erupted, his hair and beard whipping wildly!
A terrifying pressure radiated from him, shaking the earth and stones beneath their feet as a fierce wind howled. The onlookers shuddered in fear as he prepared to strike with full force!
Luo Buqun, now terrified, wailed in a shrill, effeminate voice.
"Uncle Feng!"
"Uncle Feng, spare ! Have rcy! My father was once your dearest friend!"
No matter how desperately he pleaded, Feng Tianquan's eyes remained cold.
"It is true your father once saved my life. But you have brought ruin to the land, slaughtered innocents, and practiced forbidden arts. This cri cannot be forgiven!"
His voice thundered as Feng Tianquan gathered his Dao power and struck Luo Buqun’s spiritual core with a single palm!
Instantly!
Luo Buqun let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body convulsing violently!
He writhed on the ground, his once fair and youthful face rapidly withering into a wrinkled, ancient visage, as though millennia had passed in re monts. His limbs shriveled, leaving him a feeble, decrepit old man on the brink of death.
His eyes were vacant, his breathing faint.
Only his trembling murmurs echoed like a madman’s chant.
"My cultivation… my youth…"
"No! NO!!!"
Thousands of years of cultivation—gone in an instant. Now at death’s door, he still clung to his delusions, showing no remorse.
Watching the hunched, aged figure lying in the distance, Yi Feng sighed with pity.
Feng Tianquan approached and bowed nervously.
"Young Master Yi, does this punishnt satisfy you?"
Yi Feng waved his hand, no longer concerned with the fate of such a wretch.
"Enough. Killing him would be too rciful. Let him suffer this wretched existence and atone for the lives he’s destroyed."
"As for the Heavenly Yin Sect, it must never plague this land again."
Beside them, Hu Weifang chid in solemnly.
"Young Master Yi, rest assured. We will handle this matter thoroughly. Such evil arts will not be allowed to harm the world."
With the crisis resolved and the villain punished, peace was restored. The brief disturbance was put to rest.
Seeing his old acquaintances act so righteously and reuniting after so long, Yi Feng’s mood finally improved. The killing intent from earlier dissipated completely.
After a long day, his stomach growled in protest.
Seizing the opportunity, Yi Feng extended an invitation.
"Since this was just a misunderstanding, and we haven’t seen each other in so long, why not share a al?"
As he spoke, he glanced back with a smile at the Song family.
Only then did he notice the entire household standing frozen like frightened bystanders, clearly overwheld by the presence of so many powerful figures.
Yi Feng chuckled, trying to ease their nerves.
"Master Song, with your wealth and status, surely you won’t refuse to host us?"
Song Decai snapped out of his daze and hurriedly bowed with a forced smile, though his unease was palpable.
"Of course not…"
"Having such esteed guests grace our humble ho is an honor beyond words. But our estate is modest—I fear it may not et your standards…"
His reverence was obvious, but Qing Yin Xianyun paid it no mind.
Accepting Yi Feng’s invitation, she smiled graciously.
"In that case, we shall impose on your hospitality."
Led by Yi Feng and Song Decai, Qing Yin Xianyun and the Moon God Pavilion experts entered the Song residence, sending the household into a flurry of nervous activity.
Before long, $2 grand feast was prepared!
Having narrowly avoided disaster, rid the world of an evil sect, and now hosting such illustrious guests, the entire Song family was overwheld with pride and excitent.
The courtyard was filled with revered figures, and the servants moved about as if in a dream.
Inside, cups clinked and laughter flowed as Yi Feng and Qing Yin Xianyun conversed effortlessly. anwhile, the Song father and daughter sat stiffly, unsure whether they were hosts or re spectators.
During the banquet, Qing Yin Xianyun raised her cup in toast.
Song Decai and Song Yuting were beside themselves with awe!
Even though it was their own wine, it tasted sweeter than ever. Their hearts swelled with emotion—never in their wildest dreams had they imagined sharing a table with the Moon God Pavilion’s Holy Maiden!
Such a figure was the stuff of legends, soone they revered from afar. Yet here she was, sitting beside them as an equal!
The father and daughter struggled to contain their nervous excitent, their faces alight with joy. This feast would be etched into their mories forever.
Amidst the extraordinary gathering, the Songs knew full well that the only reason the Holy Maiden had deigned to sit with them was out of respect for Yi Feng.
Song Yuting gazed at the elegant young man with newfound admiration.
From their first eting, she had assud Yi Feng was rely a talented cultivator. But ti and again, he had shattered her expectations, redefining her understanding of greatness.
Now, she finally understood—this unassuming gentleman was a true powerhouse, a figure even the Moon God Pavilion’s Holy Maiden treated with reverence.
This realization felt like a dream.
Even as a re spectator, just being near the man who had helped her so many tis filled Song Yuting with happiness. Every mont was precious.
Alas, good tis never last.
After barely an hour, the feast drew to a close.
Seizing the mont, Qing Yin Xianyun turned to Yi Feng with sincerity in her eyes.
"Young Master Yi, we ca here specifically to welco you."
"Our master knows of your arrival in Lanxing and wishes to invite you into the Moon God Pavilion. What do you say?"
The Song father and daughter gasped in shock.
Their eyes darted to Yi Feng, as if witnessing the offer of a lifeti. They didn’t dare make a sound, afraid to disrupt such a pivotal mont.
Hearing this, Yi Feng set down his teacup.
What a coincidence.
He ca to Lanxing with the intention of visiting the Moon God Pavilion to spar with experts and contemplate the future direction of his grand plan to seek death. Unexpectedly, the Moon God Pavilion extended an olive branch first.
From what he recalled, the Moon God Pavilion was a righteous sect with a solid reputation—undoubtedly a formidable force.
Even if nothing else, having a place to stay in the unfamiliar land of Lanxing wasn’t a bad deal.
As Yi Feng pondered briefly, the others at the table watched him intently, their eyes revealing a mix of emotions.
Qing Yin Xianyun was nervous, worried that a minor setback might cost them such a formidable expert.
Song Decai and his daughter were even more uneasy and astonished.
They couldn’t comprehend why Yi Feng would hesitate in the face of an invitation from the Moon God Pavilion. His vision and strength were beyond their imagination…
For a few short breaths, the table fell into silence.
Then Yi Feng slapped the table and agreed.
"Alright, I’ll go with you."
Only then did the group break into relieved smiles, rising to bid him farewell joyfully.
The Moon God Pavilion disciples in the courtyard also moved into action. Under the reverent gazes of hundreds of servants and guards, the procession slowly made its way out of the estate, brimming with excitent.
Under the bright moonlight, the awe-inspiring entourage stepped out of the Song residence, exchanging farewells.
Turning back to Song Decai and his daughter, Yi Feng’s eyes were filled with gratitude as he bowed and spoke.
"I’ve been well taken care of these past days. Thank you."
Song Decai and his daughter hastily returned the bow, flustered.
"You honor us too much, Young Master Yi."
Seeing how nervous they were, Yi Feng knew further words would only make the atmosphere more awkward. So he took out a book and handed it to Song Yuting as a token of appreciation.
"I don’t have many worldly possessions, but consider this novel a keepsake. I hope you won’t find it unworthy, Miss Song."
Song Yuting accepted the book with both hands, her face tense.
After the farewells, Qing Yin Xianyun lightly waved her sleeve.
Ripples of spatial distortion spread before the estate gates, tearing open the void with overwhelming force, leaving the entire Song household stunned. But Yi Feng and the others were long accustod to such feats and stepped into the ripples one after another.
Once the hundreds of figures vanished, heated discussions erupted at the estate gates!
"So this is the legendary Moon God Pavilion—truly living up to its na!"
"The Holy Maiden is indeed a peerless genius of this era!"
"The Sage is truly terrifying!"
"Young Master Yi is also unfathomably profound!"
...
Amid the excited chatter, the entire Song estate buzzed with exhilaration.
Song Yuting stood frozen at the gates, clutching the book, deaf to the fervent words around her. It was as if she were detached from everything, her eyes fixed only on the now-calm empty space before her.
As if she could still see soone there.
Watching her dazed expression, Song Decai’s face darkened with complexity. After a long silence, he approached and gently patted his daughter’s shoulder.
"Yuting."
"You must understand—soone like Young Master Yi is not of our world. Even among cultivators, the gap between us is like heaven and earth. eting him was fate, but that doesn’t an we were ant to walk the sa path."
"Ah…"
"Co back to reality."
Hearing her father’s sigh, Song Yuting nodded with a choked voice.
"Mm."
Though she said no more, her clear eyes were already blurred with tears.
Seeing her like this, Song Decai sighed helplessly and retreated into the courtyard. As the excited voices faded and the surroundings emptied, Song Yuting could no longer suppress the sorrow in her heart. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks.
She caressed the book in her hands with utmost care, as if it still carried a trace of warmth.
Holding the keepsake, she opened it—and with just a single glance, profound mysteries and truths leaped from the pages.
Song Yuting’s eyes widened in shock as her mind and body entered an incredibly mystical state, completely imrsed in enlightennt.
anwhile, thousands of miles away…
Laughter and celebration filled the air as the Moon God Pavilion welcod a new elder. Even the Holy Maiden personally ca forth to congratulate him, and the news spread like wildfire through the inner and outer sects.
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