"Lord Chu Feng, it is I who failed to educate my descendants properly. I have made a fool of myself before you."
At that moment, the old man Zhao was weeping too.
He still held anger toward Zhao Menglu—even killing intent.
But after Chu Feng had intervened, he no longer dared to act. All he could do was silently endure it all.
Chu Feng knew that Old Man Zhao needed time to calm down, so he offered few words of comfort and instead turned his gaze toward Xiao Yu.
"Lord Chu Feng, please spare me! I truly understand my mistake now. I will never dare do anything like this again."
Xiao Yu continued to beg for mercy.
Because at this point, nearly everyone around him was looking at him with hostile eyes.
Chu Feng, of all people, was the most composed.
Xiao Yu knew that today, it would be very hard for him to survive.
Even if Chu Feng let the matter go, the others here would certainly not allow him to live.
There was nothing he could do—after all, he had offended Chu Feng.
Whoosh—
But suddenly, Chu Feng raised his arm, and a beam of light landed in front of Xiao Yu.
Upon closer inspection, everyone was stunned—it was actually a medicinal pill.
Not only did the pill shimmer with flowing light, but it also exhaled a rich, intoxicating fragrance. At a glance, it was clearly a treasure of immeasurable value.
"Take it. Your hand will heal."
After saying this to Xiao Yu, Chu Feng also addressed the crowd: "Don't make things harder for him. Give him a chance. After all, what he did wasn't that grave an offense."
"Xiao Yu, you really lucked out running into such a merciful Lord Chu Feng."
"Exactly. Hurry up and thank him."
The crowd, who moments ago had been glaring at Xiao Yu with murderous intent, now urged him forward.
"Thank you, Lord Chu Feng! Thank you, Lord Chu Feng!"
Xiao Yu sobbed with gratitude, and this time it was not from fear—he was genuinely moved.
He truly had not expected that Chu Feng would not only refrain from holding a grudge but would even give him a healing pill and stand up for him on top of that.
Without Chu Feng, he felt he would certainly have been dead today.
As for Chu Feng, he did not dwell on the matter much. He had never taken the incident to heart in the first place.
What he was thinking about now was something else entirely.
Whether the treasure left by Ancestor Zhuge Yuanzun might contain a method to enter the Wolong Martial Sect.
Thinking of this, Chu Feng addressed the crowd: "Everyone, would you like to leave this place?"
"Leave this place?"
Hearing these words, the crowd was momentarily stunned.
But the next moment, many of those present began to nod eagerly.
"Yes, of course we would!"
The older generation, in particular, raised their voices with great enthusiasm.
"If you wish to leave, wait for me here."
"If I find a way out, I will come back for you."
Chu Feng did not know how dangerous the place he was heading to would be, so he could not bring everyone along. Leaving them behind was the best option.
"Thank you, Lord Chu Feng! Thank you, Lord Chu Feng!"
The crowd was elated, and the elders were beside themselves with joy.
If anyone else had claimed before that they would lead them out of here, they would most likely not have believed it.
But this was different now. Chu Feng was a Supreme Realm cultivator!
Was there anything in all the world that a Supreme Realm cultivator could not accomplish?
Chu Feng did not set off immediately. Instead, he asked the ragged-robed elder monk and Golden Crane True Immortal about the situation in this place.
When he learned that those bizarre barrier beasts had emerged from a massive black gate, Chu Feng already had his target in mind.
That black gate was very likely the entrance to the treasure vault.
Unwilling to waste any more time, Chu Feng offered a brief farewell and took to the sky.
But just before departing, he casually waved his hand.
Hum—