Ye Qingfeng had already prepared some barbecue tools, and with the aid of his spiritual power, the aroma of a roasted wild dog quickly filled the air.

There was no need to say more about Ye Qingfeng’s cooking skills; with the help of his spiritual power, anything he cooked was tastier than those made by top international chefs.

The aroma wafted over, leaving the young martial artists who were eating dry rations stunned, and they began to salivate a little.

Although, as martial artists, their cravings for food were not strong, they couldn’t completely escape the temptation, especially with Ye Qingfeng’s wild chicken aroma being so enticing.

Yuan Qingning gently licked her lips.

"Qingning, do you want to eat?" Kuang Xuan asked.

"Hmph."

Yuan Qingning snorted softly, turning her head slightly away.

Seeing Yuan Qingning remain silent, Kuang Xuan also said nothing more. The other young people shook their heads slightly, thinking to themselves that this senior brother was really too dull.

In this situation, it was evident that junior sister wanted to eat but didn’t want to say so, but unfortunately, Kuang Xuan couldn’t grasp it. How could junior sister be interested in someone so naive?

"Junior sister, I’ll get you a portion." At this moment, a slender young man stood up and spoke.

After speaking, he directly walked towards Ye Qingfeng.

Yuan Qingning said nothing, but internally she thought with dissatisfaction, "This senior brother of mine is really clueless. Even Zhong Tao can guess my thoughts, but he doesn’t understand."

Someone like that trying to pursue her? It’s just wishful thinking. Compared to Brother Lu He, he’s far inferior!

"Hey, Ye Qingfeng, how about sharing some of that wild chicken with us?" Zhong Tao approached with an arrogant tone.

"What if I refuse?"

Ye Qingfeng replied directly.

Zhong Tao’s eyes flickered. Apparently, he hadn’t expected this young man to refuse so bluntly, making his face darken as he said:

"It’s not us who want to eat, but our junior sister does!"

"She is your junior sister, not mine. Do you expect me to cater to her?" Ye Qingfeng said calmly without even lifting an eyelid, "Do you think the Four Seas belong to her senior brother?"

Ye Qingfeng had no such patience to accommodate this Yuan Qingning. If it weren’t faster to travel with them, Ye Qingfeng wouldn’t bother with them.

"You!"

Zhong Tao’s face changed, and he immediately shouted angrily, "After all, we just helped you, and now we’re only asking for a portion of meat. You have several wild chickens, so why not share one with us?"

Ye Qingfeng slightly raised his head and said word by word, "First, the one who helped me just now was Kuang Xuan, not you, and I didn’t need help!"

"Second, even if I have more meat, it’s still mine, and whether or not I give it depends on my mood."

Luan Wusheng also gave a cold smile, completely agreeing with Ye Qingfeng’s point of view, as such simple logic was often misunderstood by many people.

"Kuang Xuan, is this the Ye Qingfeng brother you spoke of? Hmph!" Yuan Qingning and others overheard Ye Qingfeng’s words, and she immediately snorted coldly.

Kuang Xuan’s expression was extremely awkward.

"Fine, you really have some nerve!"

Zhong Tao also snorted coldly and turned back.

Ye Qingfeng continued roasting the chicken, eating with Luan Wusheng. Because of the earlier incident, the atmosphere became a bit awkward, and even Kuang Xuan hesitated to come and talk to Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng was naturally pleased with the peace and continued eating on his own. Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow!

By now, it was late at night, and darkness had fallen.

The Thousand Extremes Sect’s group was still happily chatting, having lit a bonfire. The young people had forgotten about Ye Qingfeng and were discussing joyfully.

"Um, I’ll go check on Brother Ye Qingfeng."

Kuang Xuan stood up, said a sentence, and walked towards Ye Qingfeng.

"Hmph."

Yuan Qingning snorted softly, feeling even more dissatisfied with Kuang Xuan.

He clearly knew she was unhappy with that Ye Qingfeng, yet he still went to talk to that Ye Qingfeng at this time. How could such a foolish man pursue her!

Brother Lu He was truly impressive, not only gifted but also understanding of romance, elegant, and handsome.

"Brother Ye Qingfeng, aren’t you getting bored here? Why not join us for a chat?" Kuang Xuan came over and said.

"No need."

Ye Qingfeng casually shook his head.

How could he have the mood to chat with a group of kids? In Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, these disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect were like children.

Kuang Xuan didn’t persuade further and instead sat down with Ye Qingfeng’s group, joining the conversation.

Yuan Qingning’s gaze drifted over several times, filled with obvious discontent.

"Junior sister, don’t look. Senior brother is a good person, as you know. He’s just seeing that there are only two of them, feeling a bit lonely." A young man advised.

"Does he have to interfere in everything? When someone’s lonely, he chats with them; when someone’s in danger, he helps out. Why doesn’t he become a saint!"

Yuan Qingning said coldly.

"It’s true, senior brother is just too honest and doesn’t know who’s really on his side. That Ye Qingfeng talks badly about junior sister Qingning, yet he still helps him!"

Zhong Tao immediately echoed.

He also liked Yuan Qingning, after all, she was the prettiest girl among these disciples. Moreover, she was the Sect Master’s daughter.

Yuan Qingning’s expression changed subtly. Though she despised and disliked Kuang Xuan, she also knew that he took good care of her, so she didn’t like others speaking ill of Kuang Xuan.

Furthermore, Kuang Xuan was Zhong Tao’s senior brother!

Just as Yuan Qingning was about to scold Zhong Tao, there was a sudden movement from the opposite woods, producing a sound.

"What’s that!"

A disciple immediately stood up, fully alert and on guard.

Immediately, the grass parted, and three figures emerged from the woods.

They were three middle-aged men.

All three were relatively thin, with sunken cheeks, and their eyes were deeply set in their sockets, making them appear a bit frightening as they emerged from the darkness.

"Who are you?"

A disciple stood up, cupped his hands, and asked.

"Heh, cut the crap and hand over all your elixirs, money, and weapons!" The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows on the left’s face turned cold as he spoke icily.

The faces of the young people changed instantly, quickly realizing these three middle-aged men were up to no good and were here to rob.

Moreover, the fact that he mentioned elixirs and weapons indicated they were probably martial artists as well.

"Who are you people? We are disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect, I fear—" This disciple apologized, hoping the name of the Thousand Extremes Sect would deter the three middle-aged men.

"I don’t care what Thousand Extremes Sect you are from. Hand over everything, or else, die!" The middle-aged man’s gaze turned cold, his wrist moving slightly, and the large knife in his hand gleamed with a cold light.