On the deck, besides the Dragon Maiden and Zhuge Lian, many other powerful figures from the secular world and minor worlds were enjoying the sea view with them.
These powerhouses, far from their holand in a foreign world, understood the importance of unity, so when they saw soone bullying the Dragon Maiden and Zhuge Lian, they quickly rallied around the two won to face the middle-aged man, regardless of how powerful he was.
"Nothing but a bunch of ants!"
The middle-aged man looked coldly at the dozens of Thunder Tribulation experts gathered around the Dragon Maiden and Zhuge Lian, sneering with disdain in his eyes.
To this middle-aged man, these dozens of powerhouses were re weaklings who had just stepped into the Thunder Tribulation Realm. He didn’t even need to lift a finger; just releasing the aura of an eighth-level Thunder Tribulation expert would be enough to suppress them and then easily take their lives.
"In your eyes, they may be humble ants, not worth a glance; but in my eyes, they are noble and important friends! Anyone who attempts to harm them shall not be forgiven!"
At this mont, a clear voice rang out behind the middle-aged man, carrying an icy chill.
The middle-aged man felt a chill down his spine, an eerie sensation creeping over him.
Before now, he had only experienced this reaction when facing powerful opponents.
He swiftly turned around to face the source of the voice, and upon seeing that it was just a young man, surprise flickered across his face.
The young man, dressed in white as pure as snow, had skin like jade and a handso, extraordinary deanor, making the middle-aged man feel envious due to his youth.
Although the young man’s cultivation was only at the sixth level of the Thunder Tribulation Realm, he gave the middle-aged man a feeling of being equally strong, especially with his bright, electric-like gaze which made the middle-aged man feel completely seen, unable to hide any secrets.
This feeling made the middle-aged man both ashad and furious.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man, on full alert, focused his gaze on the young man in white, his nerves tense and ready.
He originally thought that on this sea ship, apart from the two elders of the "Furious Wave Sect" to which the ship belonged, there was no one else who could be his match, and certainly never expected that this young man he’d never paid attention to posed such a deep threat.
"Fang Bai!"
"Brother Fang!"
"Senior!"
The Dragon Maiden, Zhuge Lian, and the powerful figures traveling with them lit up with joy upon seeing Fang Bai, swiftly maneuvering around the middle-aged man to stand by Fang Bai’s side.
"Fang Bai?"
Hearing this na, the middle-aged man’s brow furrowed deeply, unable to think of anyone by such a na among any Sect in the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
"How strange! Such a young sixth-level Thunder Tribulation expert would be considered a prodigy in any Sect. I, Feng Qianjun, have never heard of this na before... could he be a Loose Cultivator who has only recently risen?"
The middle-aged man nad Feng Qianjun scrutinized Fang Bai, pondering silently.
Seeing the Dragon Maiden and Zhuge Lian standing close to Fang Bai, he suddenly realized why this person bore so much hostility towards him; the intimate manner of these two won with the young man suggested they were his Martial Dao partners. If he wished to touch Fang Bai’s won, it was no wonder he provoked such anger.
"Both of these won possess Innate Spiritual Roots, and they have the Primordial Yin Physique, with alabaster skin and unparalleled beauty. To have even one would be an imnse fortune—what luck this boy must have, to embrace both! Damn, it’s just not fair!"
Feng Qianjun was filled with jealousy towards Fang Bai, struggling to tear his gaze away from the two won beside him.
"I am Feng Qianjun, currently an elder at the Zhaixing Pavilion. May I ask which Sect you hail from? I, Feng Qianjun, have traveled the Three Thousand Great Worlds and have many friends. Perhaps we might have so connection."
Feng Qianjun, seasoned by nurous battles, knew he didn’t have the confidence to win against Fang Bai directly, so he decided not to press the issue, hoping to lull Fang Bai with words until they reached the Eastern Desolate Continent and deal with him there.
Though Feng Qianjun appeared middle-aged, he was actually several centuries old, thus he thought it natural to address himself as "old man" in front of Fang Bai.
Zhaixing Pavilion was one of the top Sects on the Eastern Desolate Continent, and quite ancient. Fang Bai had interacted with them before ascending to the Immortal Realm tens of thousands of years ago. Hearing this, he sneered, "Zhaixing Pavilion has existed for tens of thousands of years, and its disciples have always been righteous and serious. How did it produce soone as lecherous as you?"
Feng Qianjun beca furious, pointing at Fang Bai, "You... speak nonsense! Slander the old man! In these Three Thousand Great Worlds, who doesn’t know the old man is upright and proper? Why are you maligning the old man? What’s your motive?"
Fang Bai chuckled derisively, "You know in your heart whether it’s slander or not!"
Feng Qianjun’s face turned dark, his fist clenching and unclenching, his aura growing agitated, as if he might erupt at any mont.
Fang Bai watched Feng Qianjun leisurely, without any hint of tension, as if confident he could counter whatever attack Feng Qianjun might attempt.
Feng Qianjun, cautious and a bit paranoid, started to doubt upon seeing Fang Bai’s composure, certain Fang Bai must have so powerful ans, thus not daring to strike rashly.
"I won’t stoop to your level, child, lest others say I bully the young!"
With a flick of his long sleeves, Feng Qianjun strode away, returning to his room.
Feng Qianjun’s sudden departure left Fang Bai slightly stunned, but he quickly realized this man was not simple, capable of such restraint.
Nevertheless, Fang Bai wasn’t worried, as he wouldn’t concern himself with a re eighth-level Thunder Tribulation expert. Whatever sches Feng Qianjun had, Fang Bai was confident he could thwart them.
"A crooked beam makes a crooked house. With an elder like Feng Qianjun in the Zhaixing Pavilion, it’s likely the entire Sect is in disarray. If the ancestors were alive, they’d be spitting blood at the sight."
Fang Bai mused inwardly as he watched Feng Qianjun disappear.
Because of his old friendship with a few ancestors of the Zhaixing Pavilion from tens of thousands of years ago, Fang Bai had held the Sect in so esteem, but Feng Qianjun had now ruined that entirely.
"If I hadn’t taken the Dragon Maiden out to see the sea, this wouldn’t have happened. It’s all my fault."
Zhuge Lian, blaming herself for nearly causing a conflict with her whims, said with deep regret.
Fang Bai waved a hand and said, "If Feng Qianjun didn’t have ill intentions, would this have happened? Don’t bla yourself; it’s not your fault."
The Dragon Maiden saw Zhuge Lian was silent and red-eyed, still clearly blaming herself, so she led Zhuge Lian back to their room, softly comforting her.
The dozens of powerhouses traveling with Fang Bai and the others also returned to their rooms to rest.
Fang Bai remained on the deck, standing with the wind, gazing into the distance, his heart longing to reach the Eastern Desolate Continent soon, to find so missing friends and relatives, and then return to the Nine Heavens Immortal Emperor Palace through the Eastern Desolate Continent to reunite with everyone.
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