"Young friend Chu Feng speaks reasonably. If not for his intervention, we would all be dead today. How could we even have the chance to stand here and talk?"
"For you all to now be coveting this mystic weapon of young Chu Feng's, it really does seem a bit like biting the hand that fed you."
Just then, the Vice President of the Spirit World Guild, "Gao Qizhi," also stepped forward. He gave Chu Feng a kind smile, seemingly hinting that the Spirit World Guild would stand behind Chu Feng as his backing.
"Vice President Gao, you can't say that. If you claim that our interest in this mystic weapon is biting the hand that fed us..."
"Then wouldn't your protection of Chu Feng simply be a ploy to claim the weapon for yourself? After all, everyone knows that young Chu Feng is your Spirit World Guild's man."
Suddenly, an elder spoke up. His face was full of smiles, yet his expression appeared exceptionally sinister, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the Asura Ghost Axe in Chu Feng's hand. This was none other than the Vice Clan Leader of the Jie Clan, Jie Yan.
"You..." Hearing Jie Yan's words, Vice President Gao frowned deeply, his face looking grim. Given his position in this situation, it was truly difficult for him to defend Chu Feng. Even if he spoke what was fair, people would assume he had selfish motives.
"It is true that young Chu Feng saved us. We all acknowledge this, and we are all grateful. We will definitely express our thanks."
"However, this Asura Ghost Axe was originally ownerless. Just because this young friend pulled it out, to declare it his property seems rather unreasonable. Furthermore, everyone present fought and risked their lives for this mystic weapon, and some even sacrificed their lives."
"Moreover, with this young friend's strength, can he even protect a mystic weapon?"
"This weapon by his side will not bring him good fortune; it will only invite a fatal calamity." Jie Yan continued.
"Right, Vice Clan Leader Jie is absolutely correct. Young Chu Feng saved us, so of course we must thank him. My Yuan Gang Sect is willing to offer ten thousand Mystic Beads to thank this young friend for his life-saving grace," the Sect Master of the Yuan Gang Sect hastily said.
"My Fire God Gate is also willing to offer ten thousand Mystic Beads."
"My White Treasure Sect as well."
"My Carefree Valley, like everyone else."
"My Sword God Valley will also offer ten thousand Mystic Beads to thank young Chu Feng for his life-saving grace." At the same time, the leaders of the other factions also voiced their agreement. In reality, however, they were pushing Chu Feng into a fiery pit.
"Young Chu Feng, my Jie Clan is willing to offer twenty thousand Mystic Beads to thank you for saving us."
"However, you cannot take this Asura Ghost Axe away. It belongs to everyone here." Jie Yan said with a beaming smile.
"Hmph. According to you, you're trying to use a few tens of thousands of Mystic Beads to buy my mystic weapon?"
"Vice Clan Leader, if someone offered a few tens of thousands of Mystic Beads to buy your Jie Clan's Thorn Armor, would you sell it?" Chu Feng snorted coldly, extremely displeased. He never imagined these people could be so shameless. He had saved them out of the kindness of his heart, yet they were coveting his Asura Ghost Axe.
"Young friend, you shouldn't say that. This Asura Ghost Axe was originally ownerless. How did it become yours?" Vice Clan Leader Jie's smile grew even more sinister, resembling a classic old fox.