Chapter 135: Turning Against Each Other

In no time at all, Hong Chang and Mu Zhen were getting along famously. The two chatted away, thoroughly enjoying each other's company, while Zhao Feng watched from the sidelines, rolling his eyes.

*Thump! Thump!*

A few muffled sounds echoed. Zhao Feng and Hong Chang quickly looked over to see Zhai Xiangyu and his group returning. Du Meng, who had fainted earlier, was now awake and walking right beside Zhai Xiangyu.

Seeing Zhai Xiangyu return, Mu Zhen hurriedly stood up. With a charming smile, she approached him and said, "Boss, you’re back?"

Zhai Xiangyu nodded, seemingly in a foul mood, and ignored her. He and his companions grabbed the iron railings of the speedboat and hauled themselves aboard. Once on deck, they glared at Zhao Feng and began to close in. Zhao Feng crossed his arms, watching them with calm detachment.

"Gentlemen? Is there a problem?"

Zhai Xiangyu took a deep breath. "Fellow Daoist, you’re not being very honorable, are you?"

"Oh?" Zhao Feng said nonchalantly. "In what way am I not honorable?"

"Heh!" Zhai Xiangyu sneered. "Fellow Daoist, you obtained treasures at the Eye of the Extreme Yang, so why claim you didn't?"

"Pfft!" Zhao Feng scoffed. "Since you claim I obtained treasures, let me ask you—what treasures did I get?"

"Hmph!" Du Meng stepped forward, pointing at his nose. "You got a green sword and a green shuttle!"

Zhao Feng was so amused he nearly laughed out loud. He shook his head and looked at Zhai Xiangyu. "This is what Du Meng told you, I suppose?"

"Hmph!" Wang Hu let out a cold snort. "Never mind who told us. I’m asking you: are the green sword and green shuttle in your possession or not?"

Zhao Feng nodded. "They are in my possession. So what?"

Wang Hu extended his right hand, his tone brooks no argument. "Hand them over!"

Zhao Feng finally understood. Wang Hu and the others were bottom-tier cultivators who had never seen high-level Dharma treasures. When they encountered such items, they became like misers; if anyone dared to compete with them, they would fight to the death. Realizing this, Zhao Feng’s attitude shifted. If they wanted to play hard, he would play harder.

His expression turned icy. He stared coldly at Wang Hu and said flatly, "And if I refuse?"

"Hmph!"

*Boom!*

Wang Hu erupted with spiritual energy, fully displaying his Fifth Level Qi Refining cultivation.

*Boom! Boom!*

Iron Tower Taishan and Whirlwind Iron Monkey followed suit, releasing their own spiritual energy, as did Zhai Xiangyu.

Zhai Xiangyu said coldly, "Fellow Daoist, I apologize! But if you will not hand over the treasures, then I have no choice but to attack you."

"Heh, heh, heh!" Zhao Feng laughed coldly. He shook his head. "Do you really think you lot are a match for me?"

"Hmph!" Iron Monkey snorted. "Whether we are a match or not, we’re going to take a bite out of you. We’ll show you that we aren't to be trifled with!"

"That's right! Even if you were a True Dragon from the heavens, we’d still take a bite! We’ll let you know that we ants aren't so easily pushed around!"

Hearing their stance, Zhao Feng actually felt a touch of admiration. This was the spirit of doing what must be done. To stand up to a superior force with such conviction was truly commendable. His attitude softened slightly.

Zhao Feng crossed his arms and smiled. "I admire your spirit, but the little green sword and the green shuttle are my own belongings! I cannot give them to you."

"Bullshit!" Du Meng barked.

Zhao Feng shot him a cold glare. With just that one look, Du Meng instantly deflated. A profound fear took root in his heart—not for any other reason, but because Zhao Feng’s aura was simply too overwhelming. Having broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage, Zhao Feng possessed a vast array of means, and such soul-shaking techniques were effortless for him. Under that icy gaze, Du Meng shut his mouth immediately.

Zhao Feng looked at Zhai Xiangyu and the others, smiling. "Truth be told, I really didn't obtain any treasures! Besides, even if I had, you wouldn't be able to use them anyway."

Zhai Xiangyu and his group frowned. They felt that this Zhao Feng wasn't lying to them. However, they couldn't just give up; they couldn't abandon the idea of treasures based on a few words.

Zhai Xiangyu took a deep breath. "Fellow Daoist, regardless of whether you obtained treasures or not, we are here now, and you must give us at least one!"

Zhao Feng frowned.

*Boom!*

Hong Chang, standing to the side, was instantly incensed. "He has no treasure, so how is he supposed to give you one?"

Zhai Xiangyu and his group felt a wave of fear. After all, both Empress Jiaohong and Zhao Feng were likely Seventh Level Qi Refining experts. If they truly intended to kill them, the group would be slaughtered without a chance. But with Hong Chang stepping in, the matter became easier to resolve.

Hong Chang couldn't care less what these people were thinking; she would simply use her domineering attitude to crush any obstacles. Zhao Feng crossed his arms, stepped back, and fell silent, leaving the situation to her.

"Hmph!" Hong Chang snorted and took a step forward. She was still wearing her wetsuit. Standing at one meter eighty, she could only be described—in a rather inappropriate term—as burly. After all, she was a woman; what else could you call a woman of that height? The tight wetsuit clung to her, accentuating her curvaceous figure.

She strode forward on her long legs until she was right in front of Zhai Xiangyu. "Now, tell me! Zhao Feng didn't get any treasure, so what is he supposed to give you?!"

Hong Chang’s presence was so overbearing that Zhai Xiangyu’s group trembled. They didn't know what to say. Zhai Xiangyu took a deep breath and cupped his hands. "Your Majesty, Empress Jiaohong..."

Before he could finish, Hong Chang raised her right hand, and Zhai Xiangyu quickly shut his mouth.

Hong Chang’s demeanor shifted, and she chuckled. "It’s not as if we can't give you a treasure if that's what you want!"

The group frowned, and even Zhao Feng was baffled. Nobody knew what game Hong Chang was playing.

"Heh, heh, heh!" Hong Chang laughed. "I happen to have a treasure right here. I’ll begrudgingly give it to you—you can decide amongst yourselves how to split it!"

"Really?" Zhai Xiangyu and his companions grew excited, watching her nervously.

"Heh, heh!" Hong Chang chuckled, slowly unzipping her wetsuit. She took it off and put on the clothes she had worn that morning. She rummaged through the pockets of her red windbreaker. "Strange, I distinctly remember putting it in my pocket. Where did it go?"

Zhai Xiangyu and his group watched her with bated breath.

"Ah! Found it!"

"Really?" They all grew even more excited, staring at her with anticipation.

"Look!"

Under their expectant gazes, Hong Chang slowly, ever so slowly, pulled out a tiny, red toy sword.

Zhai Xiangyu: "..."

The group: "..."

Zhao Feng: "..."