A sudden sound pierced the air, capturing the attention of everyone present. Even the middle-aged man and the old man who were preparing to leave in the distance paused and turned their heads to look.
What they saw was a young man walking slowly towards them, carrying a sack on his back amidst the ruins of the battle. As he walked, he muttered to himself.
"Originally, facing such a situation alone would probably have a one in ten thousand chance of survival."
"But now, it's probably a trillion trillion trillion trillion trillionth of a point... one."
"It's great to have a powerful master!"
"In this lifetime, I have hope of becoming a god and not fearing premature death."
After muttering to himself, he instinctively patted the sack on his body.
"It's Young Master Wu, it's Young Master Wu!"
Could it be that a reversal was about to occur?
Although Yi Feng himself did not appear, they were well aware that this Wu Chang'an was a member of the Qingniu Sect and often stayed with Yi Feng.
"Are you the so-called Mister they speak of?" Lu Zhengyi squinted at the young man walking towards them from a distance and asked in a deep voice.
"Oh, no, I'm not," Wu Chang'an raised his head and said, "I'm just his disciple."
"Disciple?" Lu Zhengyi's face darkened, and he coldly said, "He's so afraid that he's hiding and won't come out, so he sends a disciple like you to die?"
Wu Chang'an glanced at him indifferently and said calmly, "My master has been busy exercising lately, doing square dancing on the mountain, and has no time to deal with you all."
"Of course, dealing with a bunch of rotten apples like you doesn't require his personal intervention."
"Hahaha, what a big mouth you have. Aren't you afraid of the wind blowing and your tongue falling out?" Lu Zhengyi's voice was icy as he said, "Sending a disciple like you to face the Baiyang True Palace is simply seeking death."
"Wait, I think you've misunderstood something," Wu Chang'an quickly said.
"Hmm?" Lu Zhengyi turned his gaze towards him.
"I'm not here to deal with you all. After all, I'm also my master's disciple. My status isn't low enough to personally deal with you."
Wu Chang'an said calmly.
Then, he placed the sack beside him on the ground and slowly untied the rope around its mouth.
While untying the rope, he casually said, "You wanted to see my master's wooden carving, didn't you?"
"I'll satisfy you right away."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhengyi and the others focused their gaze on the sack, furrowing their brows.
Because what made them feel unusual was Wu Chang'an's excessive calmness.
It was simply against common sense to face the entire Baiyang True Palace with such composure.
Something told him that there was more to this than meets the eye.
"Master, don't be fooled. He must be playing tricks. What good thing can there be in a tattered sack?" Bai Qianyi said coldly from the side.
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhengyi nodded slightly.
What good thing could there be in a tattered sack?
And with so many experts from the Baiyang True Palace, how could they be defeated?
Perhaps he was being too cautious.
He lifted his head and coldly shouted at Wu Chang'an, "Stop playing tricks and show us what you've got. Let me have a good look. Otherwise, you won't have another chance."
Lu Zhengyi couldn't help but laugh at Lv Zhengyi's words.
After struggling for a long time to untie the bag, he couldn't help but complain about Yi Feng tying such a tight knot, so he decided to use his teeth.
Finally, the rope was bitten through, and Wu Chang'an lifted the burlap bag.
As the burlap bag was lifted, a bag full of wooden carvings poured out.
Hundreds of wooden carvings piled up on the ground, looking like a pile of junk.
It was precisely this seemingly worthless pile that caused a great commotion.
"Hahaha, wooden carvings, all carved by the master. Sure enough, the master had a plan. Everything is within his calculations," Neng Ye laughed loudly, full of admiration for Yi Feng.
"Yes, the master is the master. He always surprises us at critical moments."
Yi also burst into tears of joy. Yi Feng had become her idol.
Jian Hengtian was also dancing with joy.
"I bet right. Hengtian Sword Sect is going to rise, it's going to rise, hahaha..."
On the other hand, Bai Yang Zhen Gong and the others had a frozen smile on their faces.
Especially Bai Qianyi, she subconsciously hid behind Lu Zhengyi. The fear caused by the wooden carving transforming into a man in a black robe was still fresh in her memory.
Seeing the shocked expressions of his subordinates, Lu Zhengyi quickly waved his hand and shouted, "Don't be afraid. These wooden carvings can't possibly have the same power as before. It's probably just a smokescreen set up by that person to deceive us."
Upon hearing this, the others also realized.
These wooden carvings must be ordinary ones, just an illusion.
If these wooden carvings really had the same power as before, wouldn't that be disastrous?
Wouldn't this Immortal River Continent be crushed by this person?
"Master, we must capture them alive and torture them mercilessly, so that they will have a miserable end."
Remembering the scare she had just received, Bai Qianyi's face was filled with anger, and she gritted her teeth and viciously said.
"Don't worry, not a single one of them will escape."
Lu Zhengyi squinted his eyes and looked at Wu Chang'an.
"Hmph, kid, you're still too inexperienced to play tricks in front of me, Lu Zhengyi. I saw through your deception with just one glance."
"I don't have time to waste words with you. Just die for me now, consider it as an advance payment."
With that, he descended from the sky.
In response to Lu Zhengyi's attack, Wu Chang'an didn't even bother to look at it. Instead, he dragged a reclining chair out of the ruins.
"Some people are always so ignorant."
"When they have been comfortable for too long, they become arrogant and forget what they really are."
"Well then, let's enjoy ourselves."
Muttering to himself, he blew off the dust on the reclining chair and lay down on it.