"You—you—you!!!" In that moment, Xian Yuyin's father was so furious he couldn't even form words. He was truly on the verge of going mad with rage.
He had never imagined that the Greedy Immortal would be this shameless. The Greedy Immortal had been the one to offer his help in the first place, yet now he was shifting all the blame onto him.
"Pfft—"
In his towering fury, Xian Yuyin's father actually coughed up a mouthful of blood. He had been so enraged by the Greedy Immortal that he literally vomited blood.
"Hmph, keep pretending. You're quite the actor — righteous on the surface, but underneath you're the most devious one here." Yet the Greedy Immortal remained utterly unmoved, continuing his cold mockery without the slightest mercy.
"You—you—you! Greedy, you despicable little man!"
At this moment, Xian Yuyin's father was drowning in regret. He deeply regretted how he had lost his head last night and handed that jade pendant over to the Greedy Immortal.
"I'm going to kill you!" Consumed by violent rage, Xian Yuyin's father suddenly struck out, launching a palm blast. Martial power surged forth and hurtled straight toward the Greedy Immortal.
"Your Majesty, please save me!!!" Seeing the blow coming, the Greedy Immortal cried out desperately, seeking the Elven King's protection.
But the Elven King paid no attention. Not only did the Elven King ignore him — virtually no one present had any intention of stepping in. They all watched coldly from the sidelines.
BANG—
With a muffled impact, blood sprayed into the air, and the Greedy Immortal was struck dead by a single palm from Xian Yuyin's father.
The Greedy Immortal was dead. Not a single person present felt an ounce of sympathy. Instead, expressions of vindication filled every face. A man like that deserved to die — his very existence had been nothing but a disaster.
"A sixth-grade Martial Emperor. I knew I wasn't wrong." At this moment, Chu Feng confirmed that Xian Yuyin's father possessed the cultivation of a sixth-grade Martial Emperor — the same level as Nangong Longjian.
But Chu Feng was no longer the person he had once been. Even against a sixth-grade Martial Emperor, Chu Feng didn't necessarily need to fear. Even if he couldn't win, he certainly had the ability to fight back. In short… it wouldn't be easy for a sixth-grade Martial Emperor to kill Chu Feng.
And moreover, Chu Feng felt that Xian Yuyin's father might not even get the chance to come after him — because right now, the man could barely protect himself.
"How are you going to explain this?" the Elven King asked Xian Yuyin's father.
"Any explanation I give would be pointless. This matter does involve me, but it has nothing to do with Yuyin." Xian Yuyin's father actually admitted it openly.
In truth, this was his best option. If he confessed, he would receive punishment, but the Elven Kingdom wouldn't execute him just because of an outsider like Chu Feng.
But if he refused to admit his guilt, it wouldn't just bring him ridicule, contempt, and finger-pointing — his son Xian Yuyin would suffer the same fate.
"You have disappointed me greatly. Your position as Protector will be handed to Xian Long as interim. As for you… go into secluded reflection and repent. You are not to leave for one hundred years," the Elven King declared.
"……" Upon hearing this sentence, both Xian Yuyin and his father were stunned. On paper it was called a hundred years of secluded cultivation — in reality, it was house arrest for a century.
No one had anticipated that the Elven King's punishment for Xian Yuyin's father would be this severe.
When the sentence was announced, even the sisters Xian Miaomiao and Princess Lingyue were left dumbfounded.
"Yes." Yet Xian Yuyin's father could only nod his head. Then he turned and departed.
The Elven King wasn't worried about him fleeing — the man wouldn't dare. Even for the sake of his son, he wouldn't dare. He could only submit to the Elven King's judgment.
…………
After this affair, the Elven King felt genuinely guilty. After all, ever since Chu Feng had arrived, he had been subjected to one harassment after another — all at the hands of his own Ancient Elves.
So the Elven King personally prepared a banquet to entertain Chu Feng. However, this gathering was a private affair with no other guests — just the Elven King and Chu Feng.
"Your Majesty, could you tell me about the ancient era?" Chu Feng asked. The ancient era — that golden age when martial cultivation had flourished — was the period Chu Feng yearned for most and was endlessly curious about.
"Young friend Chu Feng, you are not the first person to ask me about the ancient era. But I'm truly unable to answer that question."