Super Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 828 Mr. Feng

Chapter 828: Chapter 828 Mr. Feng

"It’s over, there are five experts coming from the other side, we absolutely can’t beat them," Cai Zi Feng said with a bitter face.

The situation had turned dire, fighting was definitely not an option, with only Ji Yuzhu being in the Golden Core Realm, they stood no chance.

"You think having more people than me makes a difference? Although Mount Qingcheng claims to be one of the Four Holy Lands of Taoism, it doesn’t even catch the eye of our Cloud Tribe," Yun Xiu said disdainfully.

Kou Shishi, who was down below, saw so many strong figures from the Cloud Tribe arrive and immediately beamed with joy, yelling, "Brother Xiu, kill them, don’t leave a single one alive, slay them all."

The onlookers also began to discuss among themselves.

"It turns out that these are people from the Cloud Tribe, those elite disciples from Qingcheng are in for trouble."

"Except for that disciple in the Golden Core Realm, the others definitely can’t escape; they’re on a path to death. The Ancient Clan is too powerful, even the Taoist Holy Land is no match for them."

The crowd shook their heads, some of them starting to feel sympathy for Su Chengyu and his companions.

Ji Yuzhu’s expression also became very solemn, realizing that with her power alone, she couldn’t turn the tides. At most she could save herself and flee, but the others, she couldn’t care for.

"Ms. Ji, with your realm, you could escape. When the time comes, you don’t have to worry about us. We can only fight to our deaths," Cai Zi Feng said.

Ji Yuzhu kept silent, her thoughts unknown, when Su Chengyu spoke up, "It’s not necessarily a no-win situation. In a moment, I’ll summon the Thousand-Mile Mountain and River Map and we can all hide inside the world of the painting. Ms. Ji, you take the map and flee far away; that’s the only way now."

Given the circumstances, going head-to-head was a path to certain death; escaping was the only option. Stubbornly fighting a known unwinnable fight was extremely foolish.

"That’s actually a good idea. Ms. Ji, it’s all up to you now," Cai Zi Feng said.

Only then did Ji Yuzhu nod, "Let’s give it a try. The people from the Ancient Clan are formidable; I don’t have full confidence that I can escape."

Her words weren’t exaggerated—if there were only the two Golden Core experts from the other side, she might have been able to escape, but now, with three in the Golden Core Realm and one in the Martial Arts Supreme Realm, the chance of successfully fleeing from such an encirclement was probably only ten percent.

Su Chengyu had already taken out the Thousand-Mile Mountain and River Map, holding it in his hand and ready to bring others into the world within the painting at any moment. On the Cloud Tribe’s side, Yun Xiu clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you for your assistance, let’s first kill them off."

The people from the Cloud Tribe immediately took action, surrounding the Qingcheng disciples in the center, creating a deadly encirclement.

"I run a place for eating, not for fighting,"

a voice emerged from the loft of I Wait for the Wind, and soon after, the owner of the restaurant stepped out from the loft, walking through the air as if treading on nothing.

"Is that the owner of I Wait for the Wind?"

"That’s right, it’s the owner of I Wait for the Wind, known as Mr. Feng. The owner of I Wait for the Wind is very mysterious, not many people know his origins, and there are many rumors about him in the martial world; even his name is not well-known."

"Some people say Mr. Feng is a woman... Is that not a man?"

"I also heard a rumor that the owner of I Wait for the Wind, Mr. Feng, is a woman."

"Just rumors from the martial world, who knows what’s true or false. I heard that the owner of I Wait for the Wind, Mr. Feng is the Feng Jie Yu who ranks fifth on the Nine Heavens Beauties List. But clearly, that’s a man, these martial world rumors are really outrageous."

The owner of I Wait for the Wind was shrouded in mystery, as having the capability to open a restaurant near Kunwu Mountain and selling Long Chi meat, with the establishment standing for so many years without faltering, implied that the owner must possess considerable strength, or otherwise how could he establish himself in such a place?

The owner of Waiting for the Wind wasn’t often seen in public, and few even knew his name, only recognizing him by his moniker, Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng walked step by step through the air, barefoot. Those feet were flawless like white jade, dainty and exquisite, indeed resembling a woman’s feet more than those of a man.

"You’re the owner of Waiting for the Wind, Mr. Feng?" the eldest man among the Cloud Tribe asked.

This person seemed to be the leader of the Cloud Tribe’s group.

But Mr. Feng didn’t answer him, saying indifferently, "Everyone disperse. Those who want to eat, eat; those without a seat, leave. I don’t want to see anyone fighting near my restaurant, affecting the diners’ moods."

Although Mr. Feng had arrived levitating, he did not exude an imposing dominance. He was more like a deep, unfathomable pool of water.

"What arrogance. No one can save those whom the Cloud Tribe wants dead. What the Cloud Tribe deals with is not for you to interfere with. Mr. Feng, while you may be quite famous in the jianghu, I warn you, stay out of Cloud Tribe affairs. Otherwise, I’ll demolish your restaurant, putting an end to your business," the leading man of the Cloud Tribe said with brazen arrogance.

Mr. Feng, upon hearing this, finally turned his head to look at him and replied lightly, "It’s been a long time since I’ve heard such wild talk in my presence, you’re very bold."

"Stop posturing and mind your own business, or else..."

The man hadn’t finished his sentence when suddenly his expression changed; he clutched his head and let out a piercing scream of agony. This startled the nearby members of the Cloud Tribe, who immediately went on guard and shouted angrily, "What foul spell have you cast?! Do you realize the crime of offending the Cloud Tribe?"

"Noisy."

Without showing anger, Mr. Feng waved his hand casually, and the leader of the Cloud Tribe exploded into a mist of blood in an instant, leaving only a Golden Core floating in the air. The one who had shouted in anger now also screamed in agony as his head burst.

To lift a hand and end the life of a sixth-layer Golden Core Realm expert, without anyone even seeing how it was done, seemed without the aid of any spell. The expert was dead just like that.

How overwhelmingly strong must one be?

With a hook of his finger, Mr. Feng captured the Golden Core in his hand, speaking plainly, "I despise you people of the Ancient Clans the most."

After these words, Mr. Feng crushed the Golden Core, scattering it to the wind.

The members of the Cloud Tribe were struck silent and terrified, their usual pride shattered by an absolute crushing power that forced all conceit to immediately be put away.

Below, voices buzzed with excitement.

"What Realm is Mr. Feng in? With just a gesture, he killed a Golden Core Realm expert of the Cloud Tribe. Could he be a Land Immortal?"

"Even if he isn’t a Land Immortal, he must at least be a great cultivator of the Hollow Realm; otherwise, he couldn’t have killed a Golden Core Realm expert so effortlessly."

"The Ancient Clan’s people are haughty and disdainful, with no regard for others. Offending Mr. Feng was like kicking an iron plate. This is truly satisfying to witness."

The Ancient Clan is domineering, and many in the jianghu dislike them, but unable to defeat them, they have no choice but to silently endure.

Even those with the ability to kill members of the Ancient Clan dare not act rashly, for doing so would certainly provoke retaliation from the Clan—who could bear such a thing?

But this mysterious Mr. Feng had just done it, and so unapologetically at that!