"City Lord Yuwen, my Holy Pill Manor and your Yuwen City have coexisted peacefully for many years, mutually respecting each other's boundaries."
"I hope this sort of thing will not happen again."
The Manor Master of Holy Pill Manor tucked away the hundred Immortal-grade weapons, then addressed the City Lord of Yuwen City. His words carried an unmistakable threat—letting the City Lord know that if there were a next time, things would not be resolved as peacefully as this one.
"My Lord Manor Master, you flatter me. I have no wish for this to happen a second time either. If I had to keep compensating like this, I'm afraid Yuwen City's entire treasury would be wiped clean." The City Lord of Yuwen City said with a bitter smile.
From his pained expression, one could tell—a hundred Immortal-grade weapons were truly like cutting flesh from Yuwen City. It was a massive hemorrhaging of wealth.
"Ha ha, since that's settled, then I shall take my leave." The Manor Master of Holy Pill Manor laughed heartily, turning to depart on the spot.
It had the air of laughter dispelling old grudges.
"Manor Master—what exactly is your relationship with this Chu Feng?" the City Lord of Yuwen City suddenly asked.
"I met young friend Chu Feng for the first time today. What kind of relationship do you think we have?" the Manor Master replied.
Hearing this, Chu Feng's heart clenched. He sensed something ominous in the exchange between the two.
Whoosh— Whoosh— Whoosh— Just then, the City Lord of Yuwen City swept his great sleeve, and another hundred Immortal-grade weapons flew from his Universe Bag, neatly arranged before him before drifting toward the Manor Master of Holy Pill Manor in an orderly line.
"City Lord Yuwen, what is the meaning of this?" the Manor Master asked.
"My Lord Manor Master, you are already aware of my grudge with Chu Feng. I will eliminate him sooner or later."
"Now that he happens to be here, I have no reason to let him go. I humbly ask that you grant me this chance to avenge my son." Having said this, the City Lord clasped his fists and bowed deeply in a formal salute.
Seeing this, Chu Feng's brows furrowed even deeper. The worst possible scenario had come to pass.
It wasn't only Chu Feng whose expression changed—many of the elders of Holy Pill Manor looked visibly shaken as well.
However, compared to most of the elders, Ma Changchun's face was tinged with panic.
It was clear he was terrified—terrified that their Manor Master might actually agree to the deal.
If that happened, it would be tantamount to condemning Chu Feng to death.
Moreover, it was he who had invited Chu Feng here. If Chu Feng truly died in this place, it would mean he had been the one to lead Chu Feng to his grave. His conscience would never allow him peace.
But unlike the visibly shaken Ma Changchun, Chu Feng remained remarkably composed.
Chu Feng's grip on his Evil God Sword tightened, and wave after wave of power began to surge into the blade.
No one noticed that the Evil God Sword had begun to undergo a subtle transformation.
Within that unassuming half-complete Emperor Weapon, a certain evil and unimaginably powerful force was silently awakening.
"Ha ha ha ha."
But just then, the Manor Master of Holy Pill Manor burst into hearty laughter. With a sweep of his great sleeve, a crackling cascade of sound rang out as the hundred Immortal-grade weapons were swept up together. Then, with a resounding clang, they landed back before the City Lord of Yuwen City.
"Though I have only just met young friend Chu Feng today, he is an honored guest of my Holy Pill Manor. If you wish to move against him, I absolutely will not stand by and do nothing—let alone a mere hundred Immortal-grade weapons, even if you offered a thousand, my mind would not change."
"Furthermore, forgive my bluntness—but while young friend Chu Feng may have acted a bit excessively, it was Yuwen Tingyi and Yuwen Hualong who were in the wrong first."
"Everything comes down to reason. In my view, the grudge between the younger generation has already been settled. As elders, you should let it go."
"Otherwise, even if you did press the matter—the best you could hope for would be a petty revenge and a momentary venting of anger."