CHAPTER 373: CHAPTER 383: THREE BOWS AND NINE KOWTOWS

"Just saying sorry is enough for a mistake? This matter, will be decided by Chu Feng!"

Chen Dazhong was imperiously dominant, his gaze turned to Chu Feng with respect and anticipation.

Pu Li also looked at Chu Feng with pleading eyes.

Elder Shoumei, Qin Keren, Han Xiaoying, and others, all awaited Chu Feng’s decision. Their fates were all tied to Chu Feng.

As long as Chu Feng agreed to return, they could rejoin the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

Otherwise, they would likely have to continue as loose cultivators, seeking a new place to belong.

"Wanting me to return to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is not difficult." After contemplating for a moment, Chu Feng had made his decision.

Upon hearing his words, Pu Li couldn’t help but feel immensely joyful. The three Supreme Elders also all rarely showed a trace of a smile.

With their abilities, they naturally could easily recognize that Chu Feng was the inheritor of the Heaven and Earth Sword Skill.

The Sect Elders behind Pu Li, however, became quite a spectacle, as their expressions drastically changed, remembering what Chu Feng had said when he defected from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

One by one, they glared at Chu Feng with fierce eyes, the threat was self-evident.

Could this little beast really dare to coerce these Sect Elders?

"Chu Feng, whatever your conditions are, just state them!" Pu Li, hearing Chu Feng relent, greatly relieved, said he would even pluck the stars from the sky if Chu Feng wanted.

"Conditions, of course, I have them!"

"First, since my departure led my master and others to leave in indignation, if I return, they naturally must return too. The positions they previously held must not be diminished in any way."

Chu Feng put forth his first condition.

"No problem, our sect guarantees that their treatment and status will not be affected in any way," Pu Li readily agreed.

"Second condition, ever since I joined the sect, I have been constantly oppressed, even facing potentially life-threatening persecution. During the sect’s minor competitions, I was even more harshly suppressed by these selfish, blind Elders."

"I declared upon leaving the sect that if you wanted me to return to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, the Sect Master himself must come to fetch me, and those blind Elders must kneel and kowtow three times like welcoming a Bodhisattva, to invite me back."

"As long as they do this, I naturally can return to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect."

Chu Feng’s voice was not loud, but to the ears of several Ten Thousand Sword Sect Elders, it felt like thunder.

They were both shocked and furious.

"You little beast, you really dare to dream big!"

"We are Sect Elders, with a noble status. Even if we have made some mistakes, at most we would just apologize. Why should we treat you like a Bodhisattva to invite you back?"

"We absolutely refuse! Are the Nine Yang Sword Veins so great?"

"Chu Feng, I advise you to be content with what you get, it’s best not to be arrogant due to favoritism!"

The Elders were livid with rage as they cursed. The demands that Chu Feng made were simply too excessive.

Watching the Elders jumping up and down in rage, Chu Feng smirked coldly, shrugging his shoulders "You need to understand, it’s not me begging you to take me back. It’s you begging me to return!"

"To use a phrase from you, the world is so vast, I can go anywhere. It’s not like the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is the only force I can join."

Chu Feng was indifferent anyway; if he wasn’t considering the grace of the first Sect Master and the fact that people like Elder Shoumei needed a place, he would never consider returning to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

A good horse does not return to the same pasture.

"If the Ten Thousand Sword Sect doesn’t cherish such a talent, then I, from the Golden Talisman Sect, won’t hesitate!"

Golden Talisman Sect Master Fashi, eagerly shouted, "Brother Chu Feng, the doors of the Golden Talisman Sect are always open for you to enter. Just as long as you are willing to join our Golden Talisman Sect, we will welcome your master and others as well."

"And guarantee, their status and treatment will only be higher than in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, never lower."

Fashi, in his eagerness to snatch up the genius Chu Feng, is really willing to pay a heavy price.

"Our Medicine God Sect also awaits with open arms. The terms we offer are the same as those of the Golden Talisman Sect." Medicine God Sect’s Great Elder, Yang Xinggui, also yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Your terms are nothing compared to our Treasure Pill Pavilion!"

Chen Dazhong also extended his invitation once again.

The Elders of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect were somewhat dumbfounded, their faces metaphorically slapped resoundingly, and painfully hot.

They looked down on Chu Feng, while other powers were eagerly vying for him.

Pu Li, having finally managed to get Chu Feng to agree to return to the sect, now had to deal with the inflated arrogance of these sect elders here, who were adding to his frustrations and trying to drive Chu Feng away again.

He would never agree to it.

Rage erupted like a volcano.

"All of you shut up. I, the Sect Master, lay down my words here today. It is all your fault that Chu Feng was forced to leave the sect."

"If you have made a mistake, you must bear the responsibility. Every one of you, whether sect elders, protectors, stewards, or advanced disciples. If you have suppressed Chu Feng and caused him discomfort, today you must kneel three times and kowtow nine times to invite him back."

"If you refuse to lower your dignity, that’s fine. We’ll directly strip you of your cultivation and erase all the cultivation techniques you’ve learned within the sect, and then expel you from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect."

Under Pu Li’s furious wrath, he was determined to invite Chu Feng back even at the cost of losing these elders.

Led by Elder He, the faces of several elders turned ashen, like defeated roosters. Their pride and confidence were utterly shattered in this moment.

It was laughable how they thought themselves so superior, thinking they were all that.

Turns out, they weren’t even a match for Chu Feng, a sect disciple whom they looked down upon.

The Sect Master is a man ruthless and decisive; what he says, he does.

Elder He and others knew very well, not agreeing meant a dead end.

"Three, two..."

With a stern face, Pu Li, resembling King Yanluo in his ruthlessness and terror, began his countdown.

With the presence of three Supreme Elders and Pu Li, Elder He and others wouldn’t even have a chance to escape. Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on their foreheads.

Finally, when Pu Li counted to one, the sect elders could no longer withstand such immense pressure. Even Elder Zhuang, a typically ruthless woman, had to clench her teeth and kneel with a thud.

Elder He and the others did the same.

One by one, they knelt down with faces full of grief and frustration, bowing their heads to Chu Feng.

"Humiliation, sheer humiliation, along with sorrow, lingered in the hearts of every elder."

This was just the beginning.

They needed to bow every three steps and kneel every nine steps, welcoming Chu Feng back to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect step by step. Along the way, their knees and foreheads were likely to suffer, definitely bearing bloody marks.

The pain of the body was nothing.

The torment of the soul, that was truly deadly. They were used to being high and mighty every day. This process of bowing their heads to invite Chu Feng back would certainly cause a sensation throughout Dan State.

They would become the biggest joke in Dan State.

All of this was their own fault, and they deserved no sympathy.