Yuan Qingning’s face changed slightly. Thinking about the lecherous light in the eyes of the bearded big man, a shiver of fear couldn’t help but pass through her heart.

"Just say thank you."

Yuan Qingning’s eyes flickered as she walked toward Ye Qingfeng.

Immediately, all the disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect walked up to Ye Qingfeng and thanked him one after another.

Ye Qingfeng’s expression was indifferent as he accepted it all unceremoniously.

"Hey, Ye Qingfeng, thank you. It’s all thanks to your servant!" Yuan Qingning looked at Ye Qingfeng and said flatly.

Ye Qingfeng’s expression remained unchanged, composed as if he hadn’t heard anything.

"Hey, I’ve already thanked you. Why do you still have that look on your face?" Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s demeanor, Yuan Qingning immediately said a bit dissatisfied.

"What kind of expression?" Ye Qingfeng found it amusing. This woman was truly ridiculous, and he coldly smiled, "You’re the one thanking me. Do you expect me to be endlessly grateful to you, bowing and kneeling?"

"You!"

Yuan Qingning stomped her foot in frustration. She just hated Ye Qingfeng’s indifferent manner.

"Alright, junior sister, Ye Qingfeng is the one who saved us. You should be more respectful," Kuang Xuan advised from the side.

"I don’t need your interference! You wooden-headed fool, you even dare to accuse me!" Yuan Qingning was in a bad mood, and hearing Kuang Xuan’s words made her even more displeased.

She turned again to Ye Qingfeng and coldly said, "It was your servant who saved us, not you. Why are you acting so high and mighty?"

"Besides, you could have let your servant save us long ago, but only after our Thousand Extremes Sect disciples were injured did your servant take action."

"You weren’t sincerely saving us. You’re not a good person. Why should we thank you?"

Although Yuan Qingning was angry, her words were logical and directly pointed at Ye Qingfeng.

Luan Wusheng was indeed forced to act, and Ye Qingfeng originally had no intention to save them.

"Qingning!" Kuang Xuan was somewhat angry.

"What, where did I say wrong? Such a person doesn’t deserve thanks. He’s just a petty person, arrogant because he has a powerful servant. My father is the Sect Master of the Thousand Extremes Sect!"

Yuan Qingning showed no retreat, directly confronting Kuang Xuan.

"Enough!" Unexpectedly, Kuang Xuan shouted angrily, "I am your senior brother, and now I order you to go back!"

Kuang Xuan was truly angry. He always had a good impression of Ye Qingfeng, and now Ye Qingfeng’s servant saved them, which was a life-saving grace.

Lil’ Junior Sister calling Ye Qingfeng a petty person was unacceptable to him, displaying a rare assertiveness.

"You—"

Yuan Qingning was stunned, almost in tears with anger. She had never been yelled at by Kuang Xuan, who was usually gentle. Now, he yelled at her for Ye Qingfeng, making her feel deeply wronged.

Glaring fiercely at Kuang Xuan, Yuan Qingning stomped her foot and walked away, followed by a group of Thousand Extremes Sect disciples trying to comfort her.

"Brother Ye Qingfeng, I’m sorry. My junior sister is the Sect Master’s daughter and has been spoiled since childhood, so her words were out of line. I apologize on her behalf." Kuang Xuan’s eyes showed a hint of reluctance, then he faced Ye Qingfeng with an apologetic look.

"It’s alright."

Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

If Kuang Xuan hadn’t lashed out at Yuan Qingning earlier, he would have slapped her already. A daughter of the Thousand Extremes Sect might as well be nothing in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes.

He wiped out the Carefree Pavilion and the Mountain River Sect, and the Outer Sect sects were also annihilated by him back then.

He could easily destroy the entire Thousand Extremes Sect.

At this time, Luan Wusheng finally returned, holding that bearded big man, now a middle-aged man, in hand.

Immediately, Yuan Qingning and the Thousand Extremes Sect disciples looked over, a trace of fear flashing in their eyes as they watched Luan Wusheng’s figure.

"What should we do with him?" Luan Wusheng looked at Ye Qingfeng and respectfully asked.

"Just kill him. Why bring him back?" Ye Qingfeng said coldly.

"No!" The bearded big man cried out weakly.

"Bang!"

Without any hesitation, Luan Wusheng struck, chopping down on the big man’s head, causing his body to go limp, losing all signs of life.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, witnessing Luan Wusheng’s decisiveness and Ye Qingfeng’s cold-bloodedness, filling the young disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect with deep fear.

Yuan Qingning trembled slightly, never expecting Ye Qingfeng to be so cold-blooded, ordering his servant to kill without even changing his expression.

If she had truly angered him earlier, would he have killed her? Yuan Qingning couldn’t help but think with fear.

A night passed, and the group set off again; however, none of the Thousand Extremes Sect disciples had slept well, unable to sleep at all.

Only Ye Qingfeng, as if nothing happened, sat cross-legged and cultivated for the entire night, and the next day he still appeared refreshed.

Heading deeper into the forest, they traveled like this for two days, getting closer to the Panwu Land.

The atmosphere among the party turned strange. Luan Wusheng saved them, so they should have shown gratitude to Ye Qingfeng, but they felt more fear.

This young man was too cold!

Especially Yuan Qingning, who felt particularly awkward in front of Ye Qingfeng. She was deeply dissatisfied with this indifferent youth, but his formidable servant daunted her.

Suffocated!

For the last two days, Yuan Qingning felt very stifled. As the Sect Master’s daughter, standing before this young man made her feel so cautious.

Fortunately, they were almost to the Panwu Land.

"Brother Ye Qingfeng, the Panwu Land is not far now. If we hurry, we should reach it today," Kuang Xuan said beside Ye Qingfeng, feeling most at ease.

Ye Qingfeng nodded coolly.

At that moment, there was another commotion in the woods, startling everyone. They had been scared by those middle-aged men before and feared more such bandits.

"Thud!"

The bushes were parted, and a massive figure emerged, two meters tall, rippling with muscle, seeming as if molded from molten iron, glinting with metallic sheen, like a humanoid monster, terrifying to behold.

Even in size, it rivaled the Puppet Iron Hand Ye Qingfeng had crafted before.

"Ah!"

Among the disciples of the Thousand Extremes Sect, two girls screamed out of fear; though martial artists themselves, they had never seen such a terrifying figure.

"Uncle Kuang, they are my friends; don’t scare them," a calm and ethereal voice came unhurriedly, bringing a look of joy to Yuan Qingning’s lovely face.

Could it be him? Yuan Qingning was thrilled at the thought.