“Humph! Kid, I thought you wouldn’t come out. Unexpectedly, you’ve got guts!” the old man smirked as he regarded Chen Feng.

Pa!

Jian Xiaotian was thrown to the ground. Grunting, he quickly found himself capable of talking again. “What a shame, caught by a woman.”

“She has a higher cultivation base. It is only natural,” Chen Feng said smilingly.

“Kid, enough with the crap. Hurry up and hand over the fountain water. Maybe we can spare your lives.” A young cultivator standing near Mo Ji pointed at Chen Feng, a scornful smile on his face.

“You are quite capable of fishing in muddy waters. However, your cultivation base is not good enough. Additionally, you have offended someone you should not have offended. Now, hurry up and hand it over. Then, abolish your own cultivation bases and we can forget about this,” another young cultivator said.

“I acquired the fountain water with my own ability. If you fellows want it, that’s fine. Bring out something that can satisfy me.” Chen Feng shook his head, ignoring the two cultivators’ threats.

“Attack! Kill this kid!”

“Hold!” Mo Ji suddenly spoke up, her pair of eyes affixed upon Chen Feng. There was a look of doubt on her face.

“Have we met before?”...