Translator: AnubisTL
The figure who emerged was a bewitching female disciple with a curvaceous figure. Though her features were rather plain, they were enhanced by makeup, making her extremely alluring.
The moment she appeared, the sound of people swallowing their saliva could be heard from all around. Faced with such provocation, she didn't glare at them but instead threw flirtatious glances their way.
Even so, no one dared to approach her because she was like a thorny flower, capable of making you suffer miserably with just a little trick.
"Huo Shanmei, weren't you supposed to be out?" It was clear that this woman, Huo Shanmei, was someone Wu Donghao was wary of, a peer of his in terms of skill.
"I heard there was a fat sheep here, so I decided not to go out. And here he is, such a handsome one!" As she spoke, Huo Shanmei turned her gaze toward Gu Feng, reaching out a finger to touch his face. He dodged with a quick step, causing her to giggle.
"Gu Feng, I heard you kissed Qu Yanran when you were young? Such thin lips, so pretty. Why don't you come to my cave abode, and we can have a deep conversation?"Huo Shanmei licked her crimson lips and winked at Gu Feng several times.
"Thank you for your affection, Senior Sister, but I'm allergic to the powder on your face..." Gu Feng replied with an apologetic tone, looking somewhat shy.
"Hahaha, you've got guts, kid, daring to mock Huo Shanmei for wearing too much powder. You're a real man! I, Wan Junming, admire you. Hand over 20 million Spirit Stones, and I won't make things difficult for you!" Just as Huo Shanmei's expression turned ferocious, ready to strike, a tall and burly man with a long scar on his left cheek stepped out from the crowd.
"Wan Junming, you're asking for 20 million all by yourself? What are we supposed to do, starve?" Two identical-looking cultivators approached together, both radiating the aura of the ninth level of Qi Refinement.
"I'll take 5 million, and I'll leave immediately!" A white-robed cultivator carrying an ancient sword walked with steady steps, his body resembling a sharp blade ready to be unsheathed. This was a terrifying sword cultivator—when he struck, blood would surely be spilled.
"Count me in. 5 million each, and those who aren't qualified should leave now to avoid suffering!" This man carried a large saber on his shoulder, exuding an air of invincibility. When he placed his saber on the ground, it emitted a resonant hum, causing those nearby to stagger and lose their balance.
"Hahaha, I like this kind of fat sheep too. A single bite is worth years of effort!" Like a gust of wind, a short, monkey-like figure appeared on the scene, his movements so fast they created afterimages. As the saying goes, in martial arts, speed is unbeatable, and this man excelled in rapid attacks, often catching his opponents off guard.
"Lamb skewers? People from my hometown love them. It's been a long time since I've tasted that flavor. I miss it dearly." A burly man with a three-meter-long spiked club slung over his shoulder appeared. The club's densely packed steel spikes were stained with demon beast hair and blood, sending shivers down one's spine.
"..."
As more and more disciples at the ninth level of Qi Refinement stepped forward, exclamations of surprise, sighs of regret, and complaints filled the air.
Carp Mountain had never been this lively before, not even during the days leading up to the annual competition.
Those at the eighth level of Qi Refinement who had hoped to get a share of the spoils sadly realized they weren't even qualified to participate.
What a pity!
Such a fat sheep, yet they could only look but not touch. The frustration was unbearable, with no one to share it with.
At the top of Carp Mountain, stone doors quietly opened, and a group of arrogant-looking disciples emerged from their cave abodes.
Regardless of gender, their auras were profound, and their eyes looked down with a hint of disdain.
As Postnatal Realm cultivators, the true powerhouses standing at the peak of Carp Mountain, it would be beneath them to descend and fight over the Spirit Stones of someone whose true strength was only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refinement.
After all, no matter who ended up with Gu Feng's 100 million Spirit Stones, they would eventually belong to these top disciples.
The crowd surrounding Gu Feng didn't pressure him or make a move. They simply watched him with interest, waiting.
In the center, Gu Feng hung his head, pursing his lips, looking both unwilling and powerless to resist, which made people shake their heads and sigh.
"Gu Feng isn't smart. With 100 million, he could have bought resources and stayed in the outer sect to cultivate. Why did he have to come to Carp Mountain? Now all his hard work over the past few months is for nothing."
"This is called 'the virtue not matching the position' and 'overestimating oneself.' His situation teaches us to always stay clear-headed and not become complacent just because of a little success."
"It's so painful. If I had known earlier, I would have tipped him off in the outer sect. Maybe I could have gotten a few hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Now I can only watch as this fat sheep falls into others' hands."
"If Gu Feng offered 50 million now to hire help, do you think anyone would step forward?"
"It's doubtful. He has good relations with the Jade Maiden Sect, but most of their top disciples left yesterday. The remaining ones can't influence the situation. At best, they won't join in the looting, but it's unlikely they'll help him."
"..."
As the disciples continued to chatter, two more onlookers appeared in a nearby pavilion.
"Hahaha, Gu Feng is in for a rough time." Elder Shen, the chief of the outer sect's Alchemy Hall, had personally come to watch the impending spectacle, sitting leisurely with his legs crossed.
"Tsk, Elder Shen, didn't Gu Feng just ruin a few of your Pill Furnaces and kill some of your lab rats? Is it necessary to gloat so much? You should know that if it weren't for him last time, you would have lost all face." Elder Shi, the chief of Carp Mountain, chuckled.
"One thing has nothing to do with the other. I'm grateful for him saving my face last time, and I was even planning to pass on all my alchemy skills to him. But this kid is too infuriating. Instead of learning proper alchemy, he's obsessed with shortcuts. And the Pill Furnaces he destroyed weren't ordinary ones—some were my prized collections that I rarely used!" As he spoke, Elder Shen's expression darkened, as if he wanted to drag Gu Feng up and beat him.
The kid was too impatient, dreaming of becoming a pill master overnight so he could sell pills for profit.
After failing a few times with regular pills, he started experimenting with shady methods. It had to be said, he was a genius in this regard—his subpar pills always succeeded, but the side effects were too strong, killing several of his high-quality lab rats.
Thinking of this, he called out to Elder Liu, "Elder Liu, your plan is brilliant. If Gu Feng's character isn't tempered, he'll likely perish during the future Innate Realm tribulation!"
"Tsk, I thought the same thing earlier, but seeing Gu Feng surrounded by so many people, looking so pitiful, I can't help but feel bad. Maybe we've gone too far?"
Elder Liu let out a bitter laugh. He had greatly underestimated the temptation of 100 million Spirit Stones. Gu Feng was likely about to face the most painful failure of his life—not only would he be beaten up, but he'd also be stripped of everything. He could only hope the experience wouldn't dull Gu Feng's spirit.
"Don't worry, Elder Liu. We have rules here. No one will be killed. Besides, with the few of us watching, how could anything happen to Gu Feng?" Elder Shi said dismissively.
"Chu Youhuan, why aren't you saying anything?" Elder Liu asked in surprise. Since arriving, Chu Youhuan had been sitting quietly, sipping tea and not engaging in conversation with the elders, which was unlike her usual self.
"What do you want me to say?" Chu Youhuan blinked and smiled.
"Tell us about the tragic show that's about to start?" Elder Shen grinned.
"Tragic? Hmm." Chu Youhuan set down her teacup, glanced toward the foot of the mountain, and smirked. "It will indeed be tragic, which is why I've already sent some of the Jade Maiden Sect's top disciples at Carp Mountain out on missions."
Gu Feng was as sharp as a monkey. He was the one who robbed others, not the other way around.
Would he be so foolish as to waltz into Carp Mountain with 100 million Spirit Stones, knowing the risks involved?
You'd sooner believe the sun rises from the west than believe Gu Feng was that stupid. There were only two possibilities for the current situation: one, Gu Feng hadn't brought a single Spirit Stone; two, Gu Feng wasn't afraid of being robbed.
Chu Youhuan leaned toward the latter: not only was Gu Feng unafraid of being robbed, but he also planned to rob others in return.
Thinking of this, she felt a surge of excitement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see the impending face-slapping spectacle.
After all, girls love watching a lone hero take on a crowd, and Chu Youhuan was no exception.
(End of the Chapter)
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