"It's Long Qitian, the Young Master of the Long Family!"
"They say he reached the Fifth Layer of Qi Refinement at sixteen, a real prodigy, yet he's never joined a sect."
"But the Long Family's ancestor is at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement, and the whole family is equivalent to a middle-rank sect; why would they need to join another?"
"But didn't he claim he wanted to join the Misty Sect?"
"Obviously, he's got his eyes on the two female disciples of the Misty Sect. He really has no taste!"
Everyone in line scattered, no one daring to be within ten meters.
But the whispers had already spread.
Ye Feng, hearing these comments, immediately noticed Long Qitian eyeing Li Jiaojiao and Mo Ying, a gleam in his eyes.
Li Jiaojiao was refreshingly beautiful, far surpassing the common, tawdry women by Long Qitian's side.
As for Mo Ying, even though she wore a black veil and hat, her figure was graceful, and she carried an air of aloofness.
It wasn't just Long Qitian; even Ye Feng, without considering their faces, thought their figures were perfect.
With a "smack,"
Long Qitian slapped five lower grade spirit stones on the table and arrogantly said,
"From today on, I am the senior brother of the Misty Sect. Everyone else should greet me upon seeing me, especially these two pretty junior sisters, who will have to attend to my daily needs."
Ye Feng looked at Long Qitian as one would look at an idiot.
He would never accept someone with impure motives into his sect.
"Malicious intentions, poor character, does not meet requirements." At that moment, even the System gave a prompt.
Ye Feng found himself in agreement with the Dog System for the first time, simultaneously rejecting Long Qitian.
So, Ye Feng pointed at the five spirit stones on the table and said seriously,
"I don't care if you're Long Qitian, Long Aotian, or Zhao Ritian, our Misty Sect is not interested. Go where it's cool and stay there."
"You dare to refuse me?"
Long Qitian's eyes widened in anger.
Seeing this, Ye Feng thought to himself that the Cultivation World indeed never lacked such foolhardy antagonists.
But he wasn't worried about Long Qitian seeking revenge, after all, he was the Sect Leader of a formal sect under the protection of the City Lord's Mansion.
If he feared the younger generation of a family, how could he establish a foothold?
"Haven't you ever been refused?" Ye Feng lifted an eyelid, pointing to a stinking ditch in the distance, "By the way, it's cooler over there."
"In Whitefloat City, no one has ever dared refuse this Young Master. You're the first!"
Long Qitian shoved the two plain women from his embrace onto the ground with both hands.
He took a step forward, his fist already raised.
Yet, his punch stopped just a foot above Ye Feng's head, as the two guards behind him intervened.
"Young Master, this is the Sect Leader of the Misty Sect, you can't strike him; causing a scene that reaches the City Lord's Mansion would be hard to settle," one guard said sternly.
"Exactly," added the other guard.
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, "It seems these two guards aren't here to protect you but to prevent you from offending someone untouchable."
"Nonsense, a mere lower-rank sect leader, is someone Long Qitian can't offend?"
Long Qitian shrugged off the guards' hands, pointing at Ye Feng's nose, "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to hit you?"
"Then go ahead and hit me!"
Ye Feng spread his arms, utterly indifferent.
If Long Qitian really hit him, he would immediately fall to the ground and wouldn't get up without a hundred spirit stones.
"In the early stages of our sect's foundation, I, as the Sect Leader, must strive for the sect's welfare," Ye Feng planned in his heart, looking forward to Long Qitian's attack.
Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Long Qitian's hand was raised in anger, but the thought of his family's dividends being docked till next year made him withdraw it.
Seeing Long Qitian hold back, Shi Lei and the other Misty Sect disciples, who were ready to act, also breathed a sigh of relief.
However, for the sake of his own pride, Long Qitian came up with a cunning move and pointed to his own nose, smirking at Ye Feng,
"I won't hit you, but do you dare to hit me? I'll be standing right here; come on and give it a try!"
In Long Qitian's view, Ye Feng wouldn't possibly hit him, and that would leave them at a draw.
This way, he could save face.
At that suggestion, Ye Feng's eyes bulged.
Good heavens!
Who would make such an absurd request?
Bang!
A solid straight punch hit Long Qitian on the nose, and blood sprayed out.
Long Qitian staggered back two steps, stupefied.
Everyone else was stunned, too.
Ye Feng really dared to hit him?
"Everyone heard it, it was Long Qitian who asked this Sect Master to hit him. I, Ye, have lived for twenty years, but I've never heard such a bizarre request,"
Ye Feng said, spreading his hands.
Long Qitian wiped off the blood from his nose, shaking with fury as he pointed at Ye Feng and cursed:
"You... you hit me?"
"Alright!"
Ye Feng didn't care whether it was a question or a request. He shouted loudly and charged forward.
Straight punches, hooks, White Crane Spreads Wings, Illusory Step Bright Palm, Bow Stance Kick, Turn Back and Draw...
A sequence of long fist techniques later, Long Qitian was left battered and swollen-nosed, collapsing onto the ground.
The layer of bruising was merely superficial, but he was utterly confused.
Long Qitian simply couldn't believe Ye Feng dared to hit him, especially with such enthusiasm, delivering a relentless series of fifteen moves.
The onlookers were dumbfounded as well.
"Sect Master Ye, please stop!"
Two guards from the Long Family immediately stood in front of Ye Feng, "Just now, our Young Master was rude to Sect Master Ye. You have hit him already. How about we let this pass?"
Ye Feng felt a bit unsatisfied, "How about this? Let the Young Master hit me back, then just compensate me with ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones... hey, don't go, five will do!"
"We take our leave!"
The two guards twitched and hastily propped Long Qitian up, dragging him away from the Hundred Sects Plaza.
"Ye Feng, I will remember today's incident... mmm mmm mmm!"
Before Long Qitian could finish his sentence, a strange noise came out, as if his mouth were stuffed with stinky socks.
"Why do the Long Family's guards seem a bit afraid of me?" Ye Feng watched the direction where Long Qitian and his group disappeared, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.
"Sect Master Uncle, you really dared to hit him?"
Li Jiaojiao and the other disciples finally snapped back to reality.
Standing not too far away, Mo Ying stared at Ye Feng, her eyes filled with surprise behind the black veil.
"Isn't this guy a mere mortal? When he was throwing punches just now, his physique seemed very strong, almost giving me the impression of a peak Ninth Layer Qi Refinement... Could it be an illusion?" wondered Mo Ying to herself.
Once a cultivator entered the Qi Refining Realm, the Spiritual Energy would circulate day and night within their meridians, nurturing their flesh.
The higher the cultivation level and the older the age, the longer the body would be tempered, and the stronger it would become. Don't judge some old cultivators by their skinny appearance; their strength can be shockingly powerful.
That's the benefit of being nourished by Spiritual Energy.
"Ahem! About what just happened, no need for panic, everyone. We from the Misty Sect are very reasonable in our dealings, honest to both young and old, welcoming those with aspiration to join us,"
Ye Feng went back to his seat and started to invite people around to sign up.
After what had just happened, many were looking at Ye Feng with new respect, but considering the Long Family might hold a grudge against the Misty Sect, they merely watched and didn't dare to join.
This scene made Ye Feng a bit anxious.
...
Long Family Main Hall.
"Dad, look, this is all the work of Ye Feng, the Sect Master of the Misty Sect. It's really bad,"
Long Qitian knelt on the ground, sobbing to the mature and composed middle-aged man sitting in the main seat.
This man was Long Qitian's father, Long Zhenchuan.
Patriarch of the Whitefloat City Long Family, at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement.
Long Zhenchuan glanced at Long Qitian and said: "Hmm, it does look pretty bad. If you'd come back a bit later, you would already be healed."
Long Qitian: "..."
He really wanted to ask if he was picked up from a remote mountain crevice.
Otherwise, how could his own father say such a thing?
"The Misty Sect has been mentioned by Steward Zhou Jiaqian and is considered part of the Zhou Family's faction. For now, our Long Family should not provoke them. Alright, you can leave now!"
With a wave of his hand, Long Zhenchuan created a gust of wind, and Long Qitian was suddenly blown outside the Main Hall.
"You two, come here!"
Long Zhenchuan put down his teacup and called out.
His voice was authoritative and somewhat gloomy.
The two guards hurriedly entered, kneeling on the ground, not daring to even breathe too loudly.