Chapter 861: Ruining My Plans

"Uh..."

Yi Feng smacked his lips.

Feeling like he was in a tough spot, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

Encountering him, the supposed bandit, they not only didn't show any resistance but even handed him two million for free.

"Uh, maybe I should give you a chance after all!"

Although Yi Feng was tempted by the two million, the thought of immortality made him choose the latter. "Attack me. If you kill me, you won't have to pay the two million."

"Uh, don't overthink it. I'm just a bandit with a conscience, yeah, a conscience."

In the end, Yi Feng tried to justify his bizarre and contradictory behavior.

But to his utter surprise, another storage ring landed in his hand.

"This ring contains three million immortal crystals. Five million in total. Can you leave now?"

The leader of the group spoke expressionlessly.

"What the hell?"

Yi Feng looked at the other storage ring, almost spitting blood in frustration.

Such a grand display, and clearly a group from a major faction, yet they were so weak-willed. At least show some backbone!

Yi Feng clutched the two storage rings in his hand.

After a long hesitation.

Though tempted.

He ultimately decided against it.

A gentleman loves wealth but acquires it through proper means.

If he really took the five million and left, he would truly become a bandit robbing people on the road.

This went against his original intention of seeking death.

"I don't want money, I want women!"

Yi Feng made it clear he was looking for trouble, so he put on a show, waving his hand and tossing the two storage rings back.

"Oh."

Unexpectedly, the leader glanced at Yi Feng expressionlessly and then waved his hand behind him.

"Yes, leader!"

A tall, beautiful maid nodded, gracefully landing beside Yi Feng.

Looking at the pretty maid beside him, who even carried a faint fragrance, Yi Feng's lips twitched.

"What the hell!"

"What kind of people are these?!"

"Offer money when I ask for it, offer women when I ask for them, no backbone at all. Are they even normal?"

Yi Feng scratched his head, nearly driven mad.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew, lifting the curtain of the carriage. The silk fluttered, revealing a delicate, oval face to Yi Feng.

Though just a glimpse, it caught Yi Feng's eye.

Not because he was attracted to the woman, but because he realized she was the core of this convoy.

From her demeanor, attire, and overall appearance, she was undoubtedly a key figure.

To hit where it hurts.

These people were too nice, huh? He didn't believe it.

"I don't want this woman, I want her."

Yi Feng pointed at the carriage and shouted.

As soon as Yi Feng spoke, the leader's expression finally turned cold, his killing intent unmistakable as it bore down on Yi Feng.

"You're asking for death!"

The man's words came through gritted teeth.

Hearing this.

Yi Feng was delighted.

He had been waiting for this for so long. He provocatively beckoned the leader with his finger, "You're right, I am asking for death!"

"Clang!"

The sword left its sheath with a melodious hum, pointing straight at Yi Feng.

The leader was truly enraged now.

To avoid any karma, any possibility of exposure, he didn't care about the five million immortal crystals or a maid.

But this person daring to covet the one in the carriage was beyond his tolerance.

In his eyes, Yi Feng was already a dead man.

The unsheathed sword carried a cold gleam, causing the heavens and earth to change color, its aura pressing closer and closer to Yi Feng's heart...

"Ah!"

"Is this the feeling of impending death?"

"It's wonderful!"

"This moment has finally come."

Yi Feng smiled.

Because this sword strike looked really powerful!

He guessed it had a high chance of fulfilling his wish.

Once dead, the task would be complete.

He would enter a state of nirvana, breaking and then reforming, achieving immortality.

Immortality and eternal youth, essentially invincibility.

Then, find some saintesses for dual cultivation?

Amass the world's wealth?

Yi Feng was lost in his beautiful future.

Suddenly...

"Ding!"

A pleasant sound interrupted his thoughts. He opened his eyes to see.

A burst of energy flew out from the carriage, forcefully blocking the sword strike that was about to elevate him.

The sword returned to its sheath.

Yi Feng was unharmed.

"What the hell..."

"Who the hell ruined my plans!"

Seeing his path to death interrupted, Yi Feng cursed inwardly.

As Yi Feng pounded his chest in frustration, the carriage's curtain was pulled aside.

The woman draped in light gauze stepped out of the carriage, her bare feet touching the ground.

She seemed to walk step by step, but in reality, her feet hovered slightly above the ground, spotless and delicate, so fair they sparked endless fantasies.

"Miss."

Her appearance made everyone in the convoy, including the leader, bow their heads in respect.

"Young master, my subordinate was disrespectful. I apologize on his behalf."

The gauze-clad woman slightly lowered her head, walking towards Yi Feng while softly advising, "However, I suggest you leave soon. After all, we are from the Robber Sect's Hong Clan. You might not want to offend us."

"Of course, you can take the immortal crystals and the maid with you when you leave."

After speaking.

The gauze-clad woman smiled lightly.

Unless absolutely necessary, she didn't want to involve herself in any karma. Who knew what beings existed in the Nine Realms? The slightest misstep could lead to exposure.

In the future struggle for sainthood, the earlier one was exposed, the more disadvantageous it was.

Her words to Yi Feng were just right.

The Robber Sect was just a small faction she used to conceal her identity, but for most cultivators, it still held significant weight.

So her words carried a threat but also gave Yi Feng a way out.

This perfect balance made her confident that Yi Feng wouldn't persist.

But she was wrong.

Initially, Yi Feng thought the woman was beautiful, but now he wished he could stomp on her.

So it was this damn woman who ruined his plans, huh?

And the Robber Sect.

Sounds impressive.

Well, since you ruined my plans and dragged me back from the gates of hell, don't blame me.

"Well, young master, what do you say?"

Seeing Yi Feng silent, the gauze-clad woman frowned slightly, lowering her head to ask.

The next moment, her expression changed drastically.

Yi Feng dashed forward, knocked her out with a palm strike, slung her over his shoulder, and ran off.