Chapter 1109: The True Big Shot

Qing Yin Xianyun turned her head upon hearing the voice, her eyes filled with confusion.

"I don't know him."

Feng Tianquan, standing beside her, immediately bowed and responded.

"Master Yi."

"This person has no connection with our Moon God Pavilion. He is merely the son of an old friend of mine. When I heard him slandering you, accusing you of murder and theft, I knew he must have a disrespectful and improper character. I didn't punish him on the spot because I was looking for you."

Yi Feng showed a look of realization.

"So that's how it is."

"I was just saying, you are all righteous people who fight against evil. How could someone like him be associated with you?"

Hearing this, the group felt slightly reassured.

However, after hearing the slanderous remarks, Yi Feng's anger only grew stronger.

Looking at Luo Buqun's androgynous appearance, it was clear he was a troublemaker. Yi Feng decided to reveal everything on the spot.

"However,"

"This person is not just of improper character. He founded the Heavenly Yin Sect, which is full of androgynous individuals. They seek out pure yang men to practice their techniques, harming many lives and causing chaos in the region."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Yin Xianyun and the others were visibly shocked.

Especially Feng Tianquan, whose face turned red as he bowed again.

"Master Yi, I will definitely give you an explanation!"

With that, he turned around with a furious gaze and walked straight towards Luo Buqun.

Looking at that hairless mouth, his eyes were filled with murderous intent!

"I never expected you to be such a scoundrel!"

"I thought you were just of improper character, but I never imagined you would practice such evil techniques, harming lives and using your father's old friendship to cover up your deeds, trying to use the Moon God Pavilion to cause chaos!"

"You have some nerve!"

As he spoke, the usually calm Feng Tianquan unleashed his Dao power!

His Dao power radiated outward, his hair and beard flailing wildly!

A terrifying aura emanated from his body, causing the ground and stones to tremble, and a fierce wind to blow. It was clear he was about to unleash his full power, and the onlookers were terrified!

Luo Buqun was already wailing in fear, his voice becoming even more effeminate!

"Uncle Feng!"

"Uncle Feng, please! Spare my life! My father and you were once close friends!"

No matter how much he pleaded, Feng Tianquan's eyes remained cold.

"It's true that your father saved my life, but you have caused chaos, harmed lives, and practiced such evil techniques. This crime is unforgivable!"

His voice echoed as Feng Tianquan gathered his Dao power and struck Luo Buqun's spiritual platform!

Instantly!

Luo Buqun let out a blood-curdling scream, his body trembling uncontrollably!

He curled up on the ground, writhing in agony, aging at an alarming rate. His once smooth and youthful face was now covered in deep wrinkles, as if he had aged thousands of years in an instant. His limbs became thin and frail, resembling those of a dying old man.

His eyes were vacant, his breathing weak.

Only a trembling murmur, like a mantra, kept repeating.

"My cultivation, my youth..."

"No! No!!!"

Thousands of years of cultivation were lost in an instant, and it was clear he didn't have long to live. Yet, his eyes were still filled with obsession, showing no sign of remorse.

Watching the hunched, aged figure lying in the distance.

Yi Feng sighed with mixed emotions.

Feng Tianquan approached and bowed, speaking nervously.

"Does this punishment satisfy you, Master Yi?"

Yi Feng waved his hand, no longer interested in dealing with a group of eunuchs.

"Forget it. Rather than giving him a quick death, it's better to let him suffer and atone for the lives he took."

"As for the Heavenly Yin Sect, we must ensure it doesn't cause any more harm."

Beside him, Hu Weifang also chimed in at the right moment.

"Master Yi, rest assured. We will handle this properly and ensure that such evil techniques do not harm the world."

With the crisis averted and the villain punished.

Everything finally settled down, and the minor incident was put to rest.

Seeing his old acquaintances act righteously and reunite after a long time, Yi Feng's mood improved, and the killing intent from earlier completely dissipated.

After a long day, his stomach began to protest.

Yi Feng took the opportunity to invite them.

"Since there's nothing else to do and it was just a misunderstanding, and we haven't seen each other in a while, why don't we have a meal together?"

As he spoke, he turned and smiled at the Song family.

Only then did he notice that the entire family was standing stiffly, wide-eyed and terrified, clearly not used to seeing such powerful figures.

Yi Feng chuckled, trying to reassure the Song family.

"Master Song, with your vast wealth, surely you won't mind hosting some guests?"

Song Decai was immediately jolted awake and quickly responded with a forced smile.

Rubbing his hands together, his eyes betrayed his unease.

"Of course, of course..."

"Having such distinguished guests grace our humble home is an honor. It's just that our estate is quite modest, and I fear it may not be worthy of your esteemed presence..."

The obvious fear and respect in his eyes didn't bother Qing Yin Xianyun.

Hearing Yi Feng's invitation, she smiled naturally.

"In that case, we will trouble you."

Led by Yi Feng and Song Decai, Qing Yin Xianyun and the Moon God Pavilion experts entered the Song residence, causing a flurry of activity and nervousness among the household.

In no time.

A grand feast was prepared!

Having narrowly avoided a disaster, rid the region of a harmful sect, and welcomed such esteemed guests, the entire Song residence was filled with pride and excitement.

The courtyard was filled with saints, and the servants felt as if they were in a dream.

Inside the hall, cups clinked, and Yi Feng, Qing Yin Xianyun, and the others chatted and laughed as usual. The Song father and daughter, however, were extremely nervous, unsure of who was the host and who were the guests.

During the conversation, Qing Yin Xianyun raised her cup in a toast.

The Song father and daughter were even more flustered!

Even though it was their own wine, it tasted incredibly sweet, and their excitement was overwhelming. They could hardly believe they were sharing a table with the Moon God Pavilion's Saintess!

Such a figure, whom they had only heard of with great reverence, was now sitting right in front of them.

Even more, they were sitting as equals!

The nervous father and daughter couldn't hide their excitement, and a myriad of emotions swirled within them during the feast, resonating in their hearts.

This feast was destined to be unforgettable.

Amidst such an extraordinary and honorable feast, the Song father and daughter were filled with emotion. They also clearly understood that the reason the Moon God Pavilion's Saintess had condescended to sit and drink with them was entirely due to Yi Feng's influence.

Once again, Song Yuting looked at the elegant young man with admiration.

From their first meeting, she had thought Yi Feng was just a young man with some cultivation. But time and again, he had exceeded her expectations, constantly expanding her horizons and understanding.

Now, Song Yuting finally realized that the approachable young man was a true big shot, someone even the Moon God Pavilion's Saintess respected.

This truth felt like a dream.

Even though she was just sitting and drinking with him, merely watching this man who had helped her multiple times, Song Yuting felt immense joy. Every moment was so beautiful.

Unfortunately, happy times are always fleeting.

In just the time it took to burn an incense stick, the feast was over.

Seeing the timing was right and the atmosphere perfect.

Qing Yin Xianyun looked at Yi Feng with sincerity in her eyes.

"Master Yi, we came here to welcome you."

"My master knows of your arrival in Lanxing and wishes to invite you to join the Moon God Pavilion. What do you think?"

Hearing this, the Song father and daughter were stunned.

In an instant, they both looked at Yi Feng with nervous anticipation, as if they had just heard of a heavenly opportunity. They didn't dare make a sound, fearing they might make a grave mistake.

Hearing this, Yi Feng put down his teacup.

What a coincidence.

He had come to Lanxing to spar with experts from the Moon God Pavilion and to ponder the future direction of his quest for death. Now, the Moon God Pavilion was extending an olive branch.

From what he remembered, the Moon God Pavilion was a righteous sect with a good reputation, and it must be quite powerful.

Even if things didn't go as planned.

Having a place to stay in an unfamiliar land like Lanxing wasn't a bad idea.

As Yi Feng pondered, everyone at the table watched him intently, their eyes filled with various emotions.

Qing Yin Xianyun was a bit nervous, worried that a small misunderstanding might cause them to lose such a powerful figure.

The Song father and daughter were even more anxious and surprised.

They couldn't understand why Yi Feng would hesitate when offered an invitation from the Moon God Pavilion. Such vision and strength were beyond their imagination...

In just a few moments, the table fell into silence.

Until Yi Feng slapped the table and agreed.

"Alright, I'll go with you."

Only then did everyone show different smiles, and they all stood up to see him off.

The Moon God Pavilion disciples in the courtyard also moved, and under the admiring gazes of hundreds of servants and guards, the long procession slowly walked out of the gate, filled with joy.

The moonlight was bright.

The formidable group stepped out of the Song residence, bidding each other farewell.

Looking back at the Song father and daughter, Yi Feng's eyes were filled with gratitude, and he bowed.

"Thank you for your hospitality these past few days!"

Song Decai and his daughter bowed in return, flustered.

"Master Yi, you flatter us."

Seeing how nervous the father and daughter were, Yi Feng knew that saying more would only make the atmosphere more awkward. So, he took out a book and handed it to Song Yuting as a token of appreciation.

"I don't have many material possessions, but this novel can serve as a memento. I hope Miss Song won't find it too shabby."

Song Yuting took the book with both hands, her face filled with tension.

After saying their goodbyes, Qing Yin Xianyun gently waved her sleeve.

Ripples appeared in the void in front of the residence, and the powerful act of tearing space shocked everyone in the Song residence. Yi Feng and the others were already accustomed to it and stepped into the ripples one by one.

As the hundreds of figures disappeared, the front of the residence erupted in heated discussions!

"This is the legendary Moon God Pavilion, truly impressive!"

"The Saintess is indeed a peerless genius of our time!"

"The saints are truly terrifying!"

"Master Yi is also incredibly profound!"

...

Amidst the heated discussions, the entire Song residence was filled with excitement.

Song Yuting stood stiffly at the door, holding the book. She seemed oblivious to the excited chatter around her, as if she were disconnected from everything. Her eyes were fixed on the now calm and empty space.

It was as if she could still see someone there.

Seeing her dazed expression, Song Decai's face was filled with complex emotions. After a long silence, he approached and gently patted his daughter's shoulder.

"Ting'er."

"You should understand that someone like Master Yi is not on the same path as us. Even though we are all cultivators, the difference is like heaven and earth. Meeting him was fate, but it doesn't mean there's a future."

"Sigh..."

"Come back to reality!"

Hearing her father's sigh, Song Yuting nodded with a choked voice.

"Yes."

Though she didn't say much, her clear eyes were already blurred with tears.

Seeing her like this, Song Decai sighed helplessly and walked into the courtyard. As the excited discussions faded away, and with no one else around, Song Yuting could no longer hold back her feelings of reluctance. Silent tears streamed down her face.

She carefully caressed the book in her hands, as if it still held some warmth.

Looking at the book reminded her of the person, and she opened it.

With just one glance, she was struck by the profound wisdom within its pages.

Song Yuting's eyes widened in shock, and her mind entered a profoundly mysterious state, immersed in enlightenment.

Far away, thousands of miles distant.

Laughter also rang out as the Moon God Pavilion welcomed a new elder. Even the Saintess personally came out to congratulate him, and the news quickly spread throughout the inner and outer sects.