"I know, stop talking nonsense and take me to your sect." Yang Feng waved his hand and said calmly.
"Well, brother, our sect has rules that non-disciples cannot enter at will unless they go through our sect elders or sect leader."
Murong Tian had no idea what Yang Feng was thinking, and then replied.
"Is that so? It doesn't matter. I just want to see what kind of sects or cults exist in the legends of martial arts."
Yang Feng paused slightly, his brows furrowing, and said.
Upon hearing this, Murong Tian hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alright then, we'll take you there. I'll talk to my master and have him issue a permit for you to come in."
"Okay, let's go." Yang Feng nodded almost imperceptibly and replied.
Actually, Yi Ruo, who was standing next to her, wanted to speak, but the thought of this person inexplicably sending her flying and his fierce appearance terrified her.
"Yang Feng~ Um, can I come with you guys?" Lin Yoona followed behind them, her gentle voice reaching Yang Feng's ears.
She was very curious. Could it be that these magical martial arts really existed in this world? But what she had just witnessed was just like the amazing skills in martial arts movies.
That astonishing speed and immense power had practically shattered her mindset.
"No, you can go back down the mountain." Yang Feng refused without turning his head.
She was a kind girl, and Yang Feng knew about her feelings for him, but he really didn't want to hold her back. If it were any other girl, he probably wouldn't have paid any attention to her at all.
"Why?" Yoona asked, puzzled.
"There's no reason why, you two just send her down to the mountains."
Yang Feng pointed at his two disciples and said in an unquestionable tone.
"Yes." The two disciples looked at each other for a second. Faced with overwhelming power, they had no choice but to obey, even if they were unwilling.
"Whether I go down the mountain or not is my freedom, why do you have to interfere! Why are you so domineering? Do I have to do everything you want?"
Lin Yoona felt a little more confident, knowing that Yang Feng wouldn't lay a hand on her. So she told him loudly.
"Take her away."
Yang Feng ignored her and instead addressed the two disciples in a deep voice.
The two disciples were truly at a loss, and finally walked to Lin Yun'er's side, saying, "Miss, we're sorry, let's go."
Yang Feng continued walking forward without glancing at her once. Murong Tian and Yi Ruo exchanged a glance and then followed him away.
"I'm so angry!"
Lin Yoona bit her pink lips tightly, watching Yang Feng and the others leave. She had no choice but to walk down the mountain with the two disciples.
As he walked along the road, Yang Feng remained silent, his eyes fixed ahead, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Yi Ruo followed timidly behind him, her small hands involuntarily clasped together. She didn't know why she felt a sense of comfort and ethereal ease when she was by this man's side.
"Brother, may I ask what level your strength has reached?"
Murong Tian carefully examined Yang Feng's face. He was clearly three or four years younger than himself, yet he possessed such terrifying strength.
Within the sect, he was the most promising disciple, the best among the younger generation. It seems Master was right after all; there are always people more talented than you, and the world is vast beyond your understanding. Besides, this guy is incredibly gifted.
Yang Feng glanced at him and said indifferently, "Early stage of the Profound Rank."
What?!
Murong Tian and his three companions were utterly shocked. To defeat a peak Xuan-level expert at the early stage of Xuan-level was simply outrageous.
Yang Feng didn't care. According to the martial arts ranking system, he was indeed at the early stage of the Profound Rank, but he was actually at the middle stage of the Qi Refining Rank.
At that time, when I was enveloped by chaotic energy, I broke through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining in one fell swoop, and then I saw that ferocious beast...
According to it, its current strength is actually equivalent to that of an ant, or even less than an ant.
We soon left Yunmeng Mountain, and walked for about five hours, the sky painted with a purplish-red sunset.
The surrounding environment was becoming increasingly remote, and at the same time, it was getting closer and closer to the Glazed Tile School.
They walked up the stone steps in the valley, above which lay the Liuli Sect's headquarters.
Standing before the vermilion gate, the two young men stared at each other for a second as they watched the group of people walk down the steps.
"Senior Brother Murong, Senior Sister Yi Ruo, you're back?" one of the young men asked.
"Yes, we're back." Murong Tian nodded slightly and replied.
"The sect leader has been waiting for you inside for a long time. Please go in quickly," said another young guard.
"Okay." Murong Tian nodded and stepped inside.
Just as Yang Feng was about to follow him inside, a young guard stopped him, asking with a hint of doubt:
"My friend, only disciples of our sect are allowed to enter."
"Xiao Jiu, he's my friend, let him in."
Murong Tian turned around and spoke to the young guard.
"Senior Brother Murong, have you forgotten the sect's rules? If outsiders want to enter, they must obtain permission from Master or an elder. Even if they are your friends, it doesn't matter."
Guardian Xiao Jiu sighed slightly and shook his head.