"What exactly do you mean by this? Chu Feng is my guest. Since when did his personal freedom become something you get to control?" Aunt Lian asked coldly.
"Nangong Lian, rest assured, I have no intention of doing anything to Chu Feng. You may take him away if you wish. However, the Water Immortal Art is the property of our Nangong Imperial Clan. He cannot take it with him," Nangong Huayi said.
"What did you say? He can't take the Water Immortal Art? Are you going to kill Chu Feng?!" In that moment, Aunt Lian was truly furious. Although she had long suspected that Nangong Huayi and the others would try to harm Chu Feng, she hadn't expected them to move this quickly. It was clearly premeditated.
Just as Chu Feng had said before, this secret technique inheritance ceremony was nothing more than a test. Once Chu Feng obtained the Water Immortal Art, what awaited him was death.
Although Nangong Lian had also considered this possibility, when it actually happened—when she was confronted with the hideous face of her own people—she still couldn't accept it.
"Nangong Lian, what are you thinking? Who said that extracting a secret technique necessarily means taking someone's life? Don't forget that White-Browed Immortal is currently the honorary elder of our Nangong Imperial Clan. With him here, it is entirely possible to extract the secret technique from within Chu Feng's body without harming his life," Nangong Huayi said.
"What reason do you have for me to believe you?" Aunt Lian's face was full of disbelief.
"If you don't believe me, you're welcome to come with us," Nangong Huayi said.
"Fine. Let's go," Chu Feng suddenly spoke up.
"Chu Feng, you—" Aunt Lian was stunned by his words.
"Aunt Lian, I trust that they won't harm me. After all, this is the Nangong Imperial Clan. I'm sure they wouldn't do something as cowardly as bullying the weak," Chu Feng said with a smile.
"You see? Even Chu Feng himself agrees. Are you still going to stand in the way?" Nangong Huayi smiled.
"Very well. I'll go with you," Aunt Lian said.
"No problem." Nangong Huayi gave a slight smile, then leaped into the air and took the lead.
As for Nangong Rongsheng, he did not immediately set off. Instead, he remained standing beside Aunt Lian and Chu Feng. Only after Aunt Lian began leading Chu Feng forward did he move.
Although the Nangong Imperial Clan was situated within the city walls, its actual area was enormous. Within its borders lay not only magnificent building complexes forged from gold but also boundless lakes, winding rivers, and rolling hills.
Nangong Huayi led Chu Feng and Aunt Lian deep into a mountain range before finally stopping.
After touching down, Chu Feng surveyed his surroundings and realized this was a perfect place to kill someone and dispose of the body. A cold laugh echoed in his heart.
"Where is the array you spoke of? And where is White-Browed Immortal?" Aunt Lian asked, her gaze sharp and vigilant.
"Heh heh… there's no need for the Immortal to personally handle this kind of thing," Nangong Huayi said.
"Enough talk. If you want to kill me, just do it," Chu Feng said coldly at that moment. As he spoke, he quietly clasped his hands together, leaving only a sliver of space between them.
"Chu Feng, what do you mean? I'm not sure I follow," Nangong Huayi said, feigning confusion.
"A bunch of oath-breakers, and you're still playing dumb? You don't understand, right? That's fine. Let me spell it out for you."
"First of all, going to that secret technique inheritance ceremony wasn't my idea. You invited me."
"What did you invite me for? Wasn't it to give me the chance to obtain the secret technique inheritance? And now look at what's happened—the technique chose me, and you're refusing to accept it. You want to rip it out of my body."