Seeing everyone's astonished reaction,
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"Yeah, Junior Brother Chu Feng, please teach us! We really want to see the Ancient Immortal Pond. We don't want to leave empty-handed."
The disciples all pleaded in unison — some even sounded less like they were asking and more like they were begging. It was clear just how badly they wanted to pass this trial.
"It's actually quite simple," Chu Feng said with a smile. "Try not using your martial power to resist the pressure. Instead, let it do as it will — let it wash over you and see if you feel any better."
Hearing Chu Feng's words,
"Junior Brother Chu Feng, you're a genius — actually coming up with something like that! Haha, that pressure felt fierce, but if you just ignore it, it really does weaken a lot. Looks like we'll all be able to pass the Ancient Spirits' trial!"
Seeing that Chu Feng's method actually worked, everyone's faces lit up with wild joy. In their gazes toward Chu Feng, alongside the awe they had always felt, there was now an unmistakable note of gratitude — because Chu Feng had truly done them an enormous favor.
They had come all this way. The last thing they wanted was to walk away with nothing. Returning empty-handed would not only be a loss but a humiliation.
"I didn't expect that you brat had more going for you than just a foul mouth — looks like you've got a few tricks up your sleeve."
But just then, a cold voice suddenly drifted over from nearby, and moments later thirty-five figures appeared within Chu Feng's line of sight.
There were men and women among the thirty-five, all of them at the peak of the Martial Lord realm. Though cold sweat beaded their faces and their complexions were somewhat pale, their breathing had steadied.
That meant they, too, had been affected by the pressure here — but had clearly already figured out how to ease it. They must have overheard Chu Feng's earlier words and followed his advice.
The problem was, even though they had benefited, they showed not the slightest inclination to express gratitude. Far from thanking him, they wore cold, malicious expressions as they moved to surround Chu Feng and his group.
As for why — that was hardly difficult to understand. Every last one of them was a core disciple of the
Under normal circumstances, Wang Wei and the others would have felt uneasy in a situation like this. The hostile intent was plain for all to see. Even if their cultivation levels were the same, these people belonged to the Black Python Stronghold, and psychologically that alone made them feel inferior.
But now, with Chu Feng here, they felt no fear whatsoever. They knew perfectly well that if the Black Python Stronghold members dared to make a move, it would be themselves who ended up worse for wear.
"Wh-what do you want?" Yet no one expected that, just when everyone was brimming with confidence and certain the Black Python members were about to suffer a miserable fate, Chu Feng's face suddenly twisted in terror — and in a trembling voice, he asked them what they intended to do.
"Haha, what do we want? You cost my Black Python Stronghold the title of second-tier affiliated force. You cost countless people from my stronghold their chance to cultivate at Green Wood Mountain. And you're asking what we want?"
"Frankly, even if you were to kneel and beg for mercy right now, we'd still take your life." Seeing the fear on Chu Feng's face, the Black Python disciples grew even more smug, openly declaring the purpose of their visit.