"Young Hero Chu Feng, did you forget about me?"
Suddenly, a voice came from beneath Chu Feng's feet. It was the Ninth-grade Half-God.
His tone was extremely guilt-ridden and fearful.
After all, everyone else had left — even his own clansmen — yet he was still pinned under Chu Feng's foot.
He was truly afraid that Chu Feng would kill him.
"What is your faction called?" Chu Feng asked.
Hearing this, the man's face twisted with dread. "Young Hero Chu Feng, I already gave you my celestial armament. Surely there's no need for this?"
"Relax. We're even. As long as your people don't come looking for trouble, I won't come looking for you either."
As he spoke, Chu Feng finally lifted his foot from the man's head, then reached down and pulled him to his feet.
"Really?" The man was half-convinced, half-suspicious.
"Really."
"Also, you can just tell me privately."
Chu Feng understood that the man had his reservations. After all, there was more than just Chu Feng present, and everything that happened today was bound to spread.
"Red Soul Sect." The Ninth-grade Half-God conveyed this through a secret voice transmission.
"Your Red Soul Sect must have stronger young generation members, right?" Chu Feng continued.
He had noticed that they had mentioned a Young Master earlier.
"Yes." The man nodded.
"What is their cultivation realm? What do they look like?" Chu Feng asked.
"Young Hero Chu Feng, I, Red Soul Sanzhang, give you my solemn guarantee — I will absolutely not seek revenge against you."
"But please, just don't ask any more. I'm begging you, I really can't say." His voice was trembling now.
Looking at his expression, Chu Feng could tell that the man was genuinely terrified. Perhaps there were restrictions, or perhaps he truly didn't dare to speak.
"Fine. You're free to go."
Chu Feng waved his hand.
Chu Feng was not an unreasonable person. The man had already submitted, so Chu Feng gave him the chance to leave.
And so, the man stepped straight through the barrier gate and departed.
The moment Red Soul Sanzhang was gone, a wave of cheers erupted.
The various geniuses — both men and women — swarmed around Chu Feng. They were not only cheering and celebrating; the way they looked at him had completely changed.
The men gazed at him with admiration and reverence.
As for the women, it went beyond that entirely. Some of them took the opportunity to press close to Chu Feng, finding excuses for physical contact.
Had it not been for the crowd, they might have thrown themselves right into his arms.
It was only natural.
Rumors, no matter how impressive, were still just rumors.
They could never compare to firsthand experience.
When they had been oppressed and powerless, Chu Feng had stepped forward and helped them.
If that didn't make him a hero, what would?
And female martial cultivators had always been drawn to the strong — let alone someone like Chu Feng, who was the real deal and already renowned far and wide.
"There's no need to thank me, everyone."
"I'm not one to meddle in other people's business, but Qin Xuan is my friend. Today's matter involved him, which is why I stepped in. So there's truly no need to thank me."
"This matter ends here. From now on, everyone is on their own."
Chu Feng waved his hand, then glanced at Yuwen Yanri and Qin Xuan before stepping straight through the barrier gate.
At this, Yuwen Yanri and Qin Xuan followed close behind.
As for the remaining people, some chose to leave.
They had realized that the Era of Gods was not a place where they could compete.
But others chose to enter. Some wanted to give it a try, while others harbored ulterior motives — hoping to continue following Chu Feng.
With someone like Chu Feng leading the way, even if they couldn't get the meat, at least they could get a taste of the broth.
However, once they passed through the barrier gate and entered the new spatial world, they could not find Chu Feng and his companions anywhere.