"Don't use force, don't use weapons — just reach out and grab it with your hand."
As he spoke, Chu Feng extended his hand and plucked a mineral ore, and sure enough, he effortlessly lifted one into his grasp.
The sight of this drove everyone into a frenzy. They all lunged forward, scrambling to harvest the ores scattered throughout the area.
In that moment, the base nature of cultivators was laid bare for all to see. Everyone was snatching wildly, doing their utmost to claim as many of the ores as possible.
Had it not been for Chu Feng leading them here in the first place — and out of respect for him — some of them would likely have resorted to outright violence, suppressing those weaker than themselves to claim the cultivation resources for their own exclusive use.
Seeing everyone so worked up, Chu Feng felt that he could only help them this far.
So he stopped harvesting ores himself and turned to the group. "Please, hold on for a moment."
Right then, every one of them was consumed by greed. If anyone else had told them to stop, they not only would have ignored the request — they might have attacked the person on the spot.
But because it was Chu Feng who spoke, everyone obediently halted, however reluctant they might have been.
"Brother Chu Feng, what's wrong?"
"Young Master Chu Feng, is something the matter?"
They all asked, their tones still amiable.
"Listen to what I have to say. The cultivation resources here belong to all of you. My Chu Heavenly Clan will not compete with you for them."
"However, I hope you understand — the reason I, Chu Feng, brought you all here is because we stand on the same side. In short, we should be considered allies."
"So, whether you choose to hide here and lay low, or continue searching for other cultivation resources, I only hope that none of you will fight each other over these resources. And if you must fight, then direct that aggression toward the Linghu Heavenly Clan."
"If you take up arms against the Linghu Heavenly Clan, I, Chu Feng, will respect you for it. But if you raise your hands against the people in this very room, I, Chu Feng, will despise you for it."
"Don't worry, Brother Chu Feng. We're practically family — we would never turn on each other."
"That's right, Brother Chu Feng. You can rest easy."
They all voiced their agreement, swearing they would not turn against one another.
At that, Chu Feng waved his hand and casually prepared to lead Chu Qing, Chu Shuangshuang, Chu Haoyan, and Chu Huanyu away from the area.
He had already told them about a spot teeming with cultivation resources — a place that was both highly secretive and comparatively rich in abundance. That was more than generous enough.
So Chu Feng had no intention of looking after these people any further. Whatever happened to them from this point on — whether they lived or died — was none of his concern.
In truth, Chu Feng believed that if they simply stayed put and hid here until the right moment came to exit the Sacred Spirit Light Formation, they would be perfectly safe.
But if they grew discontent with that and ventured out to seek more cultivation resources, they would have to shoulder the risks that came with their own ambition.