While Chu Feng was carrying out his slaughter, all the bystanders had fled the city.
It was only long after the thunderous rumbles subsided that people dared to venture back inside.
When they saw that Chu Feng had even killed members of the Luyang Pavilion, they were shocked — shocked by his audacity, that he truly dared to make an enemy of the Luyang Pavilion.
But when people noticed that, after slaughtering so many of the Cao family's elites, Chu Feng had still left so many survivors —
especially since he had spared numerous children and young juniors — their shock actually surpassed what they had felt over the killing itself.
After all, in the world of martial cultivators, slaughter was commonplace. If you didn't kill others, they would kill you. Showing mercy to your enemies was nothing short of cruelty toward yourself.
So killing was something people were long accustomed to, and cutting down one's foes with a blood-stained blade was practically a daily occurrence.
But someone like Chu Feng, who slaughtered and yet still left survivors — that was exceedingly rare.
After all, failing to pull up weeds by the roots only invited endless trouble later.
Yet it was precisely because Chu Feng failed to pull up those weeds that a certain group of people had taken notice of him.
At this very moment, that group was secretly following Chu Feng.
"Who's there?"
Without warning, Chu Feng, who had been soaring through the sky, suddenly spun around and barked out the cold question.
And the moment those words left his lips, thirteen figures appeared from the seemingly empty void behind him.
Among them were men and women, old and young, yet they all shared one trait — they looked utterly ordinary.
They were the sort of unremarkable people who, once mixed into a crowd, would be nearly impossible to pick out.
As for their cultivation, it was not particularly strong either. The weakest among them were at the Martial King realm, while the strongest were only at the half-Emperor realm.
But that level of cultivation alone would never have been enough to keep up with Chu Feng, which meant these people were concealing their true strength through some special means.
Their actual cultivation was certainly not as simple as what Chu Feng was seeing.
And Chu Feng had a feeling that the gray-robed elder leading them was an absolute powerhouse — someone who could kill him in an instant.
"Young friend, please don't misunderstand. We are members of the Red Butterfly Society, so we bear you absolutely no ill will," the gray-robed elder at the front said to Chu Feng with a pleasant smile, his attitude remarkably cordial.
"The Red Butterfly Society?" Chu Feng's eyes clouded with confusion.
"You don't even know about the Red Butterfly Society?" A young man stepped forward, his face twisted with displeasure at Chu Feng's ignorance.
Though the young man appeared roughly the same age as Chu Feng, Chu Feng could see at a glance that he was already at least ninety years old.
Of course, in the world of martial cultivators, such an age still qualified as a junior. But among ordinary folk, he would be an old man on the verge of death.
Since the young man's attitude was so sour, Chu Feng naturally wouldn't give him a pleasant one either. He asked with open disdain, "Must I know about the Red Butterfly Society?"
"You've got some nerve, acting like you know everything!!" The young man's eyes flared with menace the moment he saw Chu Feng's contempt.
"Zhao Xiao, mind your manners." The leading elder shot him a reprimanding look.
"Elder, I…" Being scolded by the elder, the man called Zhao Xiao looked resentful, but in the end he did not talk back. He simply retreated to the side and fell silent — it was clear he was quite afraid of the old man.
"Young friend, your name is Chu Feng, is it not? May I address you by name?" The elder asked Chu Feng with a genial smile, his manner still very courteous.
"Of course. That's what names are for, after all. Might I ask how I should address you, senior?" Chu Feng replied with equal politeness.
"My name is Liu Chengkun. I serve as one of the presiding elders of the Red Butterfly Society."