With Feng Qingyang present, everyone on the scene dared not act rashly, and a commotion was thus quelled.
Chu Huaian cupped his hands in thanks and was about to leave when he found an extra person beside him.
"Aren't you going to invite me to sit in your Sect?" Feng Qingyang floated beside Chu Huaian with his hands behind his back, a half-smile on his face.
Chu Huaian was naturally unwilling in his heart, but he still had to maintain appearances, so he quickly said, "This junior wouldn't dare, it's just that the Sect is quite simple, I'm afraid it would be rude to senior."
Feng Qingyang did not say much, merely waved his hand and leisurely followed beside Chu Huaian.
Zhong Li and Zhou Qianqian followed behind him, and the four disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
Everyone present looked at each other, then one after another, they left.
Chu Huaian's powerful return, and his killing of seven Golden Core elders, this explosive news, spread throughout the entire southern Jizhou in just half a day.
Among the geniuses from Chu Huaian's period, some were happy, some were worried, some were full of fighting spirit, and some mocked him, predicting that Chu Huaian would not live much longer.
Regardless, Chu Huaian's name once again entered the public's sight, waiting to see how he would stir up this storm.
On the other side, Chu Huaian quietly sent Luo Xi a private message, telling her to hide all the books on the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion and to remove the Sect Protection Array.
As for the mine, Chu Huaian had no choice; such a massive amount of spiritual energy could not be hidden from Feng Qingyang, so he could only pray that he would not care for such meager pickings.
The Hua Xia Sect currently only had dozens of people, and the spiritual energy supply was more than sufficient, so in terms of density, it was even richer than the Star Sect. If Feng Qingyang wanted this spirit stone mine, Chu Huaian would be powerless to stop him.
Soon, the four descended at the foot of the Sect mountain.
The two players on duty saw Chu Huaian, greeted him politely, and secretly sized up Feng Qingyang and Zhong Li.
As for Zhou Qianqian, they greeted her casually.
Zhou Qianqian secretly gave the two players frantic eye signals, but unfortunately, the two players didn't understand at all and thought she had eye problems, so they quickly ran forward and asked with concern, "Sister Qianqian, what's wrong with your eyes?"
Zhou Qianqian sighed helplessly, pulled the two behind her, and apologized to Feng Qingyang, "Master, they are my friends, their personalities are quite casual, and they have offended you greatly, I hope you can forgive them."
"No matter." Feng Qingyang waved his hand casually, raised his head, and carefully looked at the plaque on the gatepost.
The two players, seeing Chu Huaian accompanying Feng Qingyang, were a little confused and curiously asked Zhou Qianqian, "Who is this handsome old man?"
"The Star Sect Master, a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator." Zhou Qianqian deliberately emphasized each word, intending to remind them to be careful.
The two players blinked and looked at Feng Qingyang even more brazenly.
In their perception, respect and such simply did not exist.
Chu Huaian was afraid the two would anger Feng Qingyang, so he glared at them and quickly said, "Senior, please move to the main hall."
Feng Qingyang ignored him and continued to examine the sparkling plaque.
It was a plaque made by the players, with several high-grade spirit stones embedded around it, and a crystal tube at the edge with flowing light flickering within.
The most dazzling part was the three large red characters for Hua Xia Sect, which flowed slowly like blood.
Feng Qingyang suddenly turned to Zhong Li and said excitedly, "Let's make one like this when we go back."
Zhong Li nodded helplessly, looked closely at the plaque, and thought to himself, "Who knows how this thing was made."
He didn't take Feng Qingyang's words to heart, because such things happened too often; Feng Qingyang would always come up with strange ideas from time to time, and he was already used to it.
Feng Qingyang clearly saw Zhong Li's perfunctoriness and emphasized again, "You are in charge of this matter; I want to see an identical plaque in ten days."
Zhong Li's mouth twitched, and he could only look to Chu Huaian for help.
Fortunately, Chu Huaian was quite straightforward and immediately promised, "I'll handle this, but the disciples who know about decoration aren't here right now; they'll only be back in a few days."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the two gate-watching players immediately raised their hands excitedly: "I..."
"Scram!" Chu Huaian turned and yelled.
The two players instantly wilted, muttering under their breath, looking very displeased.
Chu Huaian ignored them and led Feng Qingyang toward the steps.
The Hua Xia Sect was not too large; past the mountain gate steps, there was an open space, where more than a dozen players were currently toiling shirtless, including the six disciples from the Qingcheng Gang.
Chu Huaian had not exterminated them but had kept them as servant disciples.
The many players saw Chu Huaian and the others, wiping sweat and waving towards them.
"Not bad, very energetic." Feng Qingyang nodded in approval.
When the group reached the plaza, the bustling night market immediately caught Feng Qingyang's attention.
"What are they doing?" Feng Qingyang asked curiously.
Chu Huaian was about to explain when Zhou Qianqian spoke first, "This is the night market, a place for disciples to trade freely, and it's so much fun."
"Isn't it a bit too noisy? How can other disciples cultivate peacefully?" Zhong Li said with a frown.
"The Hua Xia Sect's management style is different from other Sects; it focuses more on 'governing by non-action,' allowing disciples to develop freely," Chu Huaian patiently explained.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang suddenly pointed to the martial arts arena and said strangely, "Those two people, aren't you going to do anything about them?"
The group looked over at the sound, only to see two players in the martial arts arena, hacking at each other with broadswords, covered in blood, their faces extremely ferocious.
"If you don't stop them soon, someone might die," Zhong Li reminded.
Chu Huaian's eyelids twitched, and he said lightly, "This is the Hua Xia Sect's way; there's no need to interfere."
"Are you sure?" Zhong Li reminded again.
At this point, the two players had truly gotten into a heated fight; one person's arm was severed, and the other had been stabbed several times in the chest, blood splattering on the martial arts arena.
Zhou Qianqian couldn't help but step forward to stop them, and only then did the two stop fighting; they actually hooked arms and, laughing, waved towards Chu Huaian's group.
"How truly peculiar." Feng Qingyang muttered.
The group passed through the plaza, and as they passed the Scripture Pavilion, Feng Qingyang suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed intently on a figure under the shade of a tree.
Under the tree's shade, Luo Xi, dressed in white, held a book and gently swayed on a swing; a gentle breeze swept by, lifting her hair, serene and natural.
Perhaps sensing their gazes, Luo Xi turned her head and gave Chu Huaian a sweet smile.
Her smile was as brilliant as starlight, carrying a hint of innocence and purity, impossibly beautiful.
Feng Qingyang involuntarily walked over, stopping two steps away from Luo Xi, and said something that surprised everyone.
"What's your name?"
"Luo Xi."
"Do you want to come to the Star Sect and be the Saintess?"
"No."
"How about becoming my disciple? I can give you anything you want."
"No."
"I have a disciple, outstanding in appearance and talent, with top-grade spiritual roots for cultivation. How about I introduce him to you?"
"No."
"Then how do you think of me? I am only one hundred and eighteen years old and have never had a Dao Companion. Can I enter your sight?"
At these words, the few people present almost spat out their drinks; Zhou Qianqian even covered her forehead, unable to watch.
Luo Xi looked at Feng Qingyang with a strange expression, then somewhat flustered, ran behind Chu Huaian, grabbing his clothes and whispering, "Xian Ge, this person is sick."
