Yi Feng smacked his lips.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, he felt even more embarrassed.
Running into him, a bandit, they not only showed no resistance but even handed him two million Celestial Crystals for free.
"Uh, how about I give you a chance?"
Though Yi Feng was tempted by the two million, the thought of achieving immortality made him choose the latter. "Attack me. If you kill me, you won’t have to pay those two million."
"Uh, don’t overthink it. I’m just a bandit with a conscience. Yeah, a conscience."
In the end, Yi Feng awkwardly justified his bizarre and contradictory behavior.
But to his utter shock, another storage ring landed in his hand.
The leader of the group spoke expressionlessly.
Yi Feng stared at the second storage ring, nearly spitting blood in frustration.
Such a grand entourage, clearly from a powerful faction—how could they be so spineless? At least show some backbone!
Clutching the two rings, Yi Feng hesitated for a long time.
Tempted as he was, he ultimately let go.
A gentleman loves wealth, but takes it with honor.
If he really walked away with five million, he’d become nothing but a common highway robber—betraying his original goal of seeking death.
"I don’t want money. I want women!"
Yi Feng was clearly picking a fight, so he theatrically tossed the rings back.
To his surprise, the leader gave him an indifferent glance and waved a hand behind him.
"As you command, Leader!"
A tall, beautiful maidservant nodded, gracefully landing beside Yi Feng.
Seeing the lovely woman beside him, her delicate fragrance wafting in the air, Yi Feng’s lips twitched uncontrollably.
"What kind of people are these?!"
"Ask for money, and they hand over five million. Ask for a woman, and they deliver one. Zero temper—are they even human?!"
Yi Feng scratched his head, nearly driven mad.
Just then, a breeze swept past, lifting the curtains of the luxurious carriage. Silk fluttered, revealing a glimpse of a delicate, oval face.
Though just a fleeting glance, Yi Feng’s eyes lit up.
Not because he fancied her, but because he’d found the linchpin of this convoy.
Her demeanor, attire, and bearing marked her as someone of utmost importance.
Hit them where it hurts.
These people had no temper, huh? He refused to believe it.
"I don’t want this woman. I want her!"
Yi Feng pointed at the carriage and shouted.
The moment the words left his mouth, the leader’s expression finally darkened. Unrestrained killing intent surged toward Yi Feng.
"You’re courting death!"
The man’s words hissed through clenched teeth.
Hearing this, Yi Feng grinned.
He’d been waiting for those words forever. Provocatively, he crooked a finger at the leader. "You’re damn right—I am courting death!"
A sword left its sheath with a resonant hum, its cold edge aimed straight at Yi Feng.
The leader was truly enraged now.
To avoid karma, to eliminate even the slightest risk of exposure, he’d been willing to part with five million Celestial Crystals or a mere maidservant.
But this fool dared to covet the one in the carriage? Unforgivable.
In his eyes, Yi Feng was already a corpse.
The sword’s gleam distorted the heavens, its lethal aura closing in on Yi Feng’s heart—closer, closer...
"Is this the feeling of approaching death?"
"The moment has finally come."
Yi Feng smiled blissfully.
This strike looked devastating—surely it would fulfill his wish.
Once dead, his mission would be complete.
He’d enter nirvana, reborn through destruction, achieving immortality.
Immortality meant invincibility.
Then, maybe seduce a few saintesses for dual cultivation?
Amass the world’s riches?
Lost in his glorious future, Yi Feng was abruptly interrupted.
A crisp sound shattered his reverie. He opened his eyes to see a surge of energy from the carriage deflecting the fatal strike.
The sword returned to its sheath.
Yi Feng remained unharmed.
"Who the hell ruined my perfect death?!"
Furious, Yi Feng cursed inwardly.
As he pounded his chest in frustration, the carriage curtains parted.
A woman draped in sheer gauze stepped out, her bare feet hovering just above the ground.
Her jade-like toes were pristine, delicate, and achingly pale—enough to stir wild imaginations.
Her appearance made the entire convoy, including the leader, bow deeply.
"Young Master, my subordinate was disrespectful. I apologize on his behalf."
The gauze-clad woman inclined her head slightly, gliding toward Yi Feng. "But I advise you to leave now. After all, we are of the Plundering Sect’s Crimson Faction—not someone you can afford to offend."
"Of course, you may take the Celestial Crystals and the maidservant with you when you go."
Unless absolutely necessary, she wanted no karma. In the Nine Realms, even the slightest misstep could expose her.
In the race for future sainthood, early exposure was a fatal disadvantage.
Her words were perfectly measured—a veiled threat wrapped in an olive branch.
The Plundering Sect, though just a cover for her true identity, carried enough weight to intimidate most cultivators.
Surely, Yi Feng would take the hint and leave.
To Yi Feng, this woman—once beautiful—now seemed deserving of a good stomping.
So, she was the one who ruined his grand exit?
And the Plundering Sect?
Well, if she dragged him back from death’s door, she’d pay the price.
"Well, Young Master? What say you?"
Noticing his silence, the woman frowned slightly, tilting her head to inquire.
The next instant, her face paled.
Yi Feng lunged forward, knocked her out with a single strike, slung her over his shoulder, and bolted.