Chapter 3935: They Actually Want to Rob Him?

The further they went, the stronger the pressure became, and Pang Bo found it increasingly difficult to endure.

Chu Feng suggested that Pang Bo stop worrying about him and continue on his own.

But who would have thought that Pang Bo would be so unexpectedly stubborn? He insisted on moving forward together with Chu Feng, and unless he physically could not take another step, he would drag Chu Feng along even if he had to pull him the entire way.

"Oh my, isn't this Young Master Pang?"

"You really went and helped this brat?"

"Do you really think he can pay you with an Immortal Armament as compensation?"

Suddenly, a mocking voice rang out.

Chu Feng turned toward the voice and saw the bald-headed man and his group.

At this point, all of them were sitting on the ground ahead, panting heavily, drenched in sweat — it seemed they could not continue forward either.

And that mocking remark had come from the bald-headed man.

In truth, the bald-headed man was not particularly afraid of Pang Bo. His earlier claim of giving Pang Bo face was merely giving himself a way out. What he truly feared was Chu Feng.

Even though he could not understand why someone at the True Immortal level would make him so uneasy, that instinctive fear still drove him to retreat.

But after retreating, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.

So when he saw Chu Feng and Pang Bo again, he could not resist opening his mouth to taunt them.

He was venting his frustration.

However, Pang Bo completely ignored the bald-headed man's mockery, and instead looked to Chu Feng.

"Brother Xiu Luo, you see — it's not that you're dragging me down. Everyone is stuck."

"The Spirit Spring is still some distance from here. It seems the pressure now is so great that even a peak Heaven Immortal might not make it. Only a Martial Immortal could."

Pang Bo stopped walking as well, and with a heavy thud, sat down on the ground. Looking at his panting state, Chu Feng could tell he was truly exhausted.

"There's nothing else we can do at this point."

Chu Feng did not sit down. Instead, he stood up straight, cleared his throat, and then called out in a loud voice:

"Fellow cultivators, as the saying goes — at home, one relies on family; abroad, one relies on friends. I am Xiu Luo. Today, due to illness, my cultivation has been crippled, and I'm trapped here unable to move forward."

"Whoever is willing to help me, I will repay handsomely."

The moment Chu Feng spoke, he immediately drew the attention of many.

But the ones who reacted most strongly were the bald-headed man and his group.

"Damn it, this con artist is at it again," the bald-headed man could not help but curse under his breath.

But it was worth noting that his curse was muttered quietly, more of a low grumble than anything.

"This guy is too shameless. Won't he get beaten up sooner or later?"

"Beaten up? I don't think he'll even get the chance, because nobody's going to pay him any attention."

The bald-headed man's companions also hurled their own barbs at Chu Feng.

Compared to the bald-headed man, their voices were considerably louder.

But Chu Feng paid absolutely no heed to their mockery, and regardless of what others were saying around him, he continued to call out.

One by one, people passed by, and aside from gossip and ridicule, no one offered to help Chu Feng. Yet he still did not lose heart.

Though Chu Feng did not lose heart, Pang Bo could not bear to watch any longer.

"Brother Xiu Luo, forget it. The people here have always been cold-hearted. No one is going to help you," Pang Bo said to him.

"Who says? Aren't you helping me?" Chu Feng asked with a smile.

"Not to brag, but I really am different from them. However, I grew up here — I know them all too well."

That phrase, "know them all too well," already spoke volumes about Pang Bo's disappointment in these people.

"Brother Xiu Luo, just wait. When my father notices I haven't arrived on time, he'll definitely come looking for me," Pang Bo said.

"All right, let's wait then."

As he spoke, Chu Feng also sat down.

In truth, Chu Feng was not worried, since he knew his own cultivation situation well enough.

And he was well aware that even though the Thunder Beast and the Divine Tree Seed were battling each other, it was only temporary. Eventually, they would stop, and when that happened, Chu Feng's cultivation would naturally recover.

"Young sir, are you about to give up?"

But just as Chu Feng sat down, a woman's voice came from behind him.

Chu Feng turned to look and found a woman standing behind him, gazing at him with a sweet smile.

This woman was not the type one would consider beautiful, but her smile was very sweet, giving off an approachable, friendly feeling.

"Sister, we don't know him at all — shouldn't we just leave him be?"

But at that very moment, another voice sounded from behind the woman.