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

The commotion outside the stone chamber was like a bucket of cold water poured on the white-clad woman's volcano, which was about to erupt.

Her murderous intent, which had reached its peak, faltered slightly.

"Found it! It's here!"

The noisy footsteps and shouts grew louder as they approached, and within a few breaths, a group of people surged into the narrow passage, completely blocking the entrance to the already small stone chamber.

The person in the lead was none other than Ji Wuchen.

He immediately saw the scene inside the stone chamber: a pale golden skeleton sitting cross-legged, and a white-clad woman standing in front of the skeleton, her clothes slightly disheveled and her face flushed with an unnatural blush.

And then there was that gray-robed boy, covered in blood, grimacing as he crawled up from the ground.

"Yunxi!" Ji Wuchen's pupils contracted. He stepped into the stone chamber and his gaze swept quickly over the woman in white. Seeing that she was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he saw the unprecedented, overwhelming rage in the woman's cold eyes, his heart leaped into his throat.

"What happened?" Ji Wuchen's voice turned cold, his gaze sharp as a knife as he slashed at Chu Feng. "He hurt you?"

The woman in white, Yun tide, bit her red lips tightly and remained silent.

What could she say?

He claimed that he was touched on the chest right in front of him by an ant at the Venerable Realm?

How could she say such a thing!

Ji Yunxi is the "Supreme Dao Body" of the Changsheng Ji family, a rare talent unseen in ten thousand years. From birth, she has been hailed as one of the most dazzling pearls in the Heavenly Realm, possessing a noble status and unparalleled talent.

Let alone being touched by a man, even an ordinary man who makes eye contact with her will be overwhelmed by the innate Taoist aura emanating from her, and feel ashamed of himself.

But today...

Ji Yunxi's chest heaved violently, and the killing intent that had been forcibly suppressed surged up again.

Seeing that she remained silent, Ji Wuchen assumed that she had suffered some injustice, and his anger intensified. He turned his head and stared intently at Chu Feng, his eyes seeming as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"It's you." Ji Wuchen recognized the face; it was the gray-robed boy who had been stirring up trouble outside earlier.

"What did you do to her?"

Chu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up straight, stretched his muscles that felt like they were about to fall apart, then pouted and muttered in a nonchalant, even slightly aggrieved tone:

"It's just a slip of the hand, I accidentally touched your chest, why are you so angry? It's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh."

The sound wasn't loud.

But in the deathly silent stone chamber, it was as clear as a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

The air froze.

Everyone's expression froze at that moment.

The cultivators who rushed to the door stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, looking at Chu Feng as if he were a god.

Did he...touch the chest of the Fairy Ji?

Is this guy tired of living? Or did he get his brain squeezed by a door?

Ji Wuchen's mind went completely blank with a "buzz".

He stared blankly at Chu Feng, then at Ji Yunxi beside him, whose face had turned from red to green, then from green to white. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

An unprecedented flame, a mixture of jealousy, rage, and humiliation, suddenly exploded!

"You're asking for it!"

Ji Wuchen's roar was not like a human voice, but more like the howl of a wounded wild beast.

He didn't even use any martial arts techniques. He simply concentrated his terrifying cultivation of the seventh level of the Heavenly Venerable Realm into his right fist. His body shone with profound light, and he threw a punch that brought up a piercing sonic boom, aiming straight for Chu Feng's head!

With this punch, he would grind this scum, along with his soul, into dust!

However, Chu Feng's reaction to this punch, which was enough to instantly kill an ordinary Celestial Venerable, once again shocked everyone.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, and simply threw a punch to meet the attack.

There was no spiritual energy, no fluctuation of laws; it was simply a punch from the physical body.

"Bang!"

The two fists clashed, producing a dull, teeth-grinding thud.

The scene that Chu Feng was expected to be blasted into a bloody mist did not occur.

On the contrary, the arrogant Ji Wuchen let out a shrill scream.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, even faster than when he came. His right arm twisted at a bizarre angle, and the white bone fragments even pierced through his flesh, drawing blood.

"I touched her, not you."

Chu Feng shook his hand and looked at Ji Wuchen, who was lying on the ground groaning, with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.

"Why are you getting so worked up?"

puff!

Ji Wuchen was already severely injured. Upon hearing this, he was both anxious and furious. He spat out a mouthful of blood three feet high and fainted on the spot.

"You...!" Ji Yunxi trembled with rage, her icy, jade-like face contorted with murderous intent.

She no longer cared about being in public or having a firm Dao heart. With a flick of her jade hand, an ancient longsword shrouded in white mist appeared in her grasp.

The sword trembled slightly, and an extremely sharp sword intent instantly locked onto Chu Feng.

But just as she was about to make her move...

A black, ghostly figure silently blocked Chu Feng's path.

nightingale.

The seemingly ordinary dagger in her hand now emitted a chilling, eerie light. A pure, cold, and terrifying killing intent, born solely for slaughter, slithered towards Ji Yunxi like a venomous snake.

Ji Yunxi's pupils suddenly contracted.

She sensed a strong, dangerous aura emanating from the nightingale, a scent that threatened her life!

She had only ever felt this way when facing those old monsters in seclusion within the sect!

"Who are you?" Ji Yunxi's voice was serious for the first time.

"This is the top assassin from the Misty Rain Pavilion!" Chu Feng shouted from behind, "The kind who specializes in assassinating Supreme Realm experts! I advise you not to mess with her, or she might slaughter your entire Ji family if she gets angry!"

Misty Rain Pavilion?

Upon hearing this, not only Ji Yunxi, but also the cultivators at the door, all changed their expressions drastically.

That's the Misty Rain Pavilion!

A forbidden organization that spans all the heavens and myriad realms, and dares to assassinate even the Great Emperor!

"Are you from the Misty Rain Pavilion?" Ji Yunxi's eyes flickered uncertainly. She couldn't see through Nightingale's cultivation level, but that pure killing intent was undeniable.

"That's right! Now you know what fear is, huh?" Chu Feng, emboldened by the situation, put his hands on his hips. "Let me tell you, this place is on me today! If you know what's good for you, get lost, or you'll regret it if you piss off the Misty Rain Pavilion!"

The nightingale stood in front, expressionless, but her eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

She really wanted to turn around and stab this guy who was talking nonsense.

"So what if it's the Misty Rain Pavilion!"

Just as everyone was stunned by the words "Yan Yu Lou", a roar came.