I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

The moment the stone gate opened,

A powerful, chilling surge of spiritual energy erupted from the doorway, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura that swept over us.

The pupils of all three thousand or so cultivators present were dilated.

The concentration of spiritual energy here is more than a hundred times that of the outside world. Just standing at the door and taking a few breaths causes the spiritual energy in one's body to unconsciously accelerate its circulation.

"It's open! The ruins have been opened!"

"Quick! Charge in!"

The crowd stirred, and the independent cultivators on the outermost edge couldn't contain themselves any longer and surged toward the stone gate.

however--

"Get out of my way!"

With a roar, Chi Yan, the Holy Son of the Crimson Sun Holy Land, leaped into the air, his body wreathed in flames. He unleashed a palm strike, and the scorching heat wave sent more than a dozen rogue cultivators at the forefront crashing to the ground.

At the same time, people from Yaoguang Holy Land, Vajra Temple, and Sword Palace also stepped forward, each occupying a section of the area in front of the stone gate, completely blocking the gate.

"We will explore this site first." The leader of the Yao Guang Holy Land stood in the center of the stone gate, his tone as indifferent as if he were reading an imperial edict. "You all wait outside. We will decide whether to let anyone in after we have explored the situation inside."

These words sounded grand and dignified, but who among those present couldn't see through them?

What "deciding later"? It's clearly a way of saying—you can forget about getting in.

A murmur of discontent arose from the crowd, but no one dared to actually stand up and object.

Those standing in front of the door were all experts at the Heavenly Venerable Realm or above. Even if the rogue cultivators were dissatisfied, they didn't have the guts to force their way in.

Chu Feng, mingling in the crowd, watched this scene and curled his lips into a smirk.

really.

These people have a really ugly way of behaving.

He glanced at the blockade in front of the stone gate, then at the rogue cultivators around him who dared not speak out, his mind racing with calculations.

Should they force their way in? In his current state, with Old Black and Nightingale by their side, they might not be unable to win, but that would be too conspicuous, practically writing "I'm the one with the problem" on their faces.

The best way is to let someone else do it.

Chu Feng cleared his throat.

"On what grounds?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the oppressive silence.

People around them all turned to look.

Chu Feng took two steps forward, a resentful expression on his face, and pointed towards the stone gate: "This ancient ruin doesn't belong to you! Why can you go in, but we can't?"

Chi Yan's gaze swept over, clearly showing his impatience: "Where did this nobody come from, daring to make a racket here?"

"A nobody?" Chu Feng's voice rose a few decibels. "Fine, I'm a nobody. But even nobodys have their reasons! This is the Starry Sky Secret Realm, not your Crimson Sun Holy Land's backyard! You can swagger around outside, but here, might makes right!"

He turned to face the rogue cultivators, his voice booming: "Gentlemen! You've traveled thousands of miles just to watch them feast at the gate? You won't even get a sip of soup?"

Someone in the crowd chimed in, "This guy's right! Why should he?"

"Exactly! Everyone's here looking for opportunities. It's first come, first served; there's no reason for them to monopolize everything!"

Chu Feng pressed his advantage, adding fuel to the fire: "Besides, it's true they outnumber us, but we outnumber them even more! Three thousand against a few hundred, ten against one is more than enough! They have powerful backers outside, but this is the Starry Sky Secret Realm—if someone is killed, who will know who did it?"

Upon hearing this, many people's eyes lit up.

That's right.

There are no rules or order in the Starry Sky Secret Realm, and even if someone dies, you can't trace their origin.

These people from the holy land families are arrogant outside because they have sects backing them up, but here, everyone has only one life, so who's afraid of who?

"Yes! Let's take them down!"

"I've put up with them for far too long!"

"Attack together! They can't stop us!"

Amidst the rising anger, more and more independent cultivators began to surge forward, and the originally scattered crowd gradually coalesced into a torrent.

Chi Yan's expression changed.

He glanced back at the group behind him. Thirty people from the Crimson Sun Holy Land had come, and together with the Vajra Temple, the Yao Guang Holy Land, the Sword Palace, and other forces, there were only three or four hundred people in total.

On the other side were nearly three thousand rogue cultivators, their eyes bloodshot.

Even if they are not as strong individually as the others, Chi Yan still understands the principle that many ants can kill an elephant.

"A bunch of fools who don't know their own mortality!" The leader of the Yao Guang Holy Land's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Since they're courting death, then—"

That's enough.

A calm voice interrupted him.

Ji Wuchen.

He hadn't moved at all, simply standing to one side of the stone gate, hands behind his back, like an observer. Only at this moment did he slowly speak.

His gaze swept over the indignant rogue cultivators, and his lips twitched slightly, but the words he uttered chilled everyone to the bone.

"Ants."

There are only these two words.

But along with those two words came an invisible pressure that poured out from his body, like a mountain collapsing or a deep sea pressing down.

The group of independent cultivators at the very front suddenly collapsed to their knees.

Those behind them were in no better shape; their faces were deathly pale, cold sweat poured from their foreheads, and even breathing became difficult.

Chu Feng also felt the pressure, but he had a pill to cover his aura, and with the presence of the Human Emperor Seal in his body, he was affected much less than others.

He simply bent down slightly, feigning a subdued posture, blending into the crowd unnoticed.

"You dare to covet this ancient ruin?" Ji Wuchen's voice was flat, as if stating a fact. "Ridiculous."

The anger in the crowd was completely extinguished by those two words.

The rogue cultivators who had just been shouting "Let's take them down!" were now all silent, too terrified to even breathe.

The pressure from a seventh-level Celestial Venerable is no joke.

Chu Feng cursed inwardly.

With Ji Wuchen's intervention, the fire he had painstakingly stirred up was about to be extinguished.

No, we need to add more firewood.

He took a deep breath and shouted into the crowd, "He's all alone! Don't be afraid! He can't stop everyone if we rush over!"

After shouting, he took two steps back.

The effect of that shout was unexpectedly good.

Although those rogue cultivators were intimidated by the pressure, their greed and resentment did not disappear.

The opportunity to see ancient relics is right before our eyes. If we miss this chance, who knows when we'll get another one?

When someone takes the lead, others will follow.

"He's right! Let's go!"

"We'll fight to the death if necessary!"

"kill--!"

Hundreds of rogue cultivators roared and rushed out, swarming towards the stone gate.

Enraged, Chi Yan unleashed a palm strike that sent flames raging, reducing the first dozen or so people to ashes. But those behind them continued charging forward, stepping over the corpses of their fallen comrades, completely disregarding their own lives.

The monks of Vajra Temple formed the Vajra Subduing Demon Formation, crushing the incoming rogue cultivators in batches.

People from the Yao Guang Holy Land and the Sword Palace also made their moves.

In an instant, the stench of blood filled the air.

But there were just too many independent cultivators. As one fell, another took his place, like a tide, wave after wave.

confusion.

Utter chaos.

Chu Feng had been waiting for this moment.

"Walk!"

He gave a low shout, lowered his body, and, with Old Black and Nightingale in tow, crept along the edge of the crowd toward the side of the stone gate.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the direct confrontation, and no one noticed three inconspicuous figures slipping through the gaps in the melee.

The stone gate is just a stone's throw away.

Chu Feng pushed off with his feet, his figure like an arrow, and darted into the open stone door.

Old Black and Nightingale followed closely behind.

Three figures disappeared into the darkness inside the door, unnoticed by anyone.