CHAPTER 1171: CHAPTER 1170: COURTING DEATH IN STYLE

One night passed quietly, and the two women slept comfortably. In the blessed land full of crises, being able to sleep so soundly and relaxed is simply an incredible thing.

The Spirit Hall is so isolated that not even the tiniest creature can enter, seemingly disconnected from the world.

However, the tranquility inside the Spirit Hall isn’t truly peaceful. When the two women opened the hall doors, they found dozens, if not hundreds, of cultivators standing outside in the courtyard.

Judging by their expressions, they didn’t come to give thanks. Indeed, Brother Feng was right; these were all traitors, and now they were in trouble. They couldn’t leave, for stepping out would inevitably lead to a confrontation. The two women weren’t foolish enough to think they could take on these people easily; fighting a few wouldn’t be a problem, but a group would be suicidal.

So they stayed inside, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Witnessing this, those cultivators outside were both angry and anxious, realizing that if the women didn’t come out, they really had no recourse.

Upon discovering that the defensive formation was incredibly strong, it became clear why the Spirit Hall remained unscathed in the entire gathering place. This fact alone made them envious.

Anyway, they waited outside, not believing that the three people inside wouldn’t eventually come out.

Tang Feng didn’t wake up until after nine in the morning, and the two women had already prepared toiletries for him. Somewhere along the line, they started serving Tang Feng subconsciously, and they were genuinely willing.

Seeing their behavior made Tang Feng naturally satisfied; some things just form subconsciously.

Over time, this becomes natural.

For instance, the two women were getting closer and closer; in fact, they had already had intimate contact with Tang Feng.

Xia Qiutang was especially bold, often intentionally or unintentionally brushing Tang Feng with her foot under the table, sometimes sweeping across some prominent features.

Tang Feng was left in a daze, as her expression seemed unintentional.

Indeed, women are born actresses; this isn’t an exaggeration. They don’t even need to act; they’re natural performers.

If Tang Feng weren’t deeply powerful, he would truly have been deceived.

Xia Xinhe knew nothing of this. Her Senior Sister often played little tricks with Tang Feng, and she hadn’t noticed any of it.

Not until Tang Feng’s mistake did she begin to understand Tang Feng’s thoughts about her.

Truth be told, Tang Feng didn’t do it on purpose; he was provoked by Xia Qiutang, and a hand drifted over.

It ended with Xia Xinhe stiffening all over, the burning palm almost making her cry out.

Especially when Tang Feng wandered to and fro, grabbing forcefully.

Xia Xinhe’s legs turned weak.

It truly wasn’t intentional on his part; he thought she was Xia Qiutang.

So he acted without restraint; in his view, the goal was not far from being achieved.

Unexpectedly, Xia Xinhe’s face turned bright red beside him, not knowing how to react, when suddenly Tang Feng’s hand reached up.

Instantly, her divine field fell, and she collapsed onto the table.

A strange sound almost came out.

Tang Feng only awkwardly withdrew his hand upon realizing the odd situation, the lingering fragrance informing him of the mistaken target.

This also garnered a white-eyed glance from Xia Qiutang.

"Xinhe, what’s wrong?"

"No, nothing, I suddenly felt uncomfortable." She didn’t dare to speak out, having almost had an out-of-body experience.

When she lifted her head, her face was a deep, blushing crimson.

"I’ve finished eating, you two take your time." Xia Xinhe hurriedly stood up, lifting her head and avoiding even a glance at Tang Feng.

Upon standing, she almost fell back down due to weakness.

Xia Qiutang quickly held her, "Are you alright?"

"Senior Sister, I’m fine, you wash the dishes later," she said before swiftly returning to her room, closing the door.

She covered her face in embarrassment.

The sounds she made earlier even embarrassed herself.

Was it intentional or deliberate?

Xia Xinhe couldn’t pinpoint it, but undeniably, she had reacted intensely, which explained her abnormal loss of composure.

She hadn’t imagined herself to be so vulnerable, nor did she know whether he’d mock her. Xia Xinhe’s feelings were indescribable at the moment, but one thing was clear: she truly liked Tang Feng.

Especially after he touched her body; the feeling was so wonderful that she had a wish to let him bully her again.

Yes, she didn’t mind at all.

Outside, Xia Qiutang smiled at Tang Feng, "Did you do something bad to her earlier? I want it too; you can’t favor her over me."

This Devil, Tang Feng was speechless.

So he pulled her over, letting her sit on his lap, and the next moment, Xia Qiutang was limp, hanging on Tang Feng.

"Bad guy, you’ve wanted to do something bad for a long time, haven’t you? If you can’t hold back, I don’t mind." Xia Qiutang’s eyes were dazed; her rushed breath betrayed her current mood.

Her heart wasn’t nearly as calm as she appeared.

Feeling Tang Feng’s strength, she lost all her energy, wondering how it would turn out if there weren’t clothes between them.

Suddenly, Tang Feng slapped her, making her even more numb. Was it finally happening?

However, Tang Feng placed her aside, "Sister Qiutang, not now. Don’t rush. I’ll devour you sooner or later." With that, he mischievously waved his hand.

Xia Qiutang softly exclaimed, getting up and running into Xia Xinhe’s room.

In fact, she wasn’t ready either.

Consider this an important step forward.

After finishing his meal, Tang Feng got up and walked outside.

As soon as he appeared, he was surrounded by a crowd.

"Boy, hand over your Spirit Stones, and we’ll spare your life." This voice instantly gained the agreement of dozens.

Tang Feng casually glanced at them, "Truth be told, had I known this, I wouldn’t have let them save you earlier; I would have killed you all without hesitation."

"Yes, you should’ve done that, but it’s too late. There’s no medicine for regrets in life. Don’t worry; after you’re dead, we’ll take good care of the two women and preserve this Spirit Hall." One person shamelessly laughed.

Tang Feng smiled at him, "Why do some people always seek out the Death God?"

With that, he snapped his fingers, and a terrifying scene unfolded; the cultivator suddenly raised his hand and, amidst his laughter, struck the top of his skull.

"Senior Brother, no!"

Unfortunately, the cries of several cultivators were futile; their Senior Brother died in such a peculiar way.

"Evil, let’s leave." Some cultivators sensed something amiss and immediately thought of retreating.

Thinking of leaving now isn’t possible, or feasible.

As soon as those people took a few steps, their bodies abruptly exploded, shocking those nearby.

Anyone who tried to escape self-destructed.

This was too terrifying. Those cultivators who stayed behind now realized how formidable the person they were dealing with was.

Thus, the remaining dozens of cultivators all knelt and begged for mercy, saying sweet words repeatedly, including sob stories, blaming others for their mistakes while claiming they were blindfolded.

"Alright, do you think it works? Those with evil thoughts reveal themselves; those who fear reveal themselves. Your faces bear more evil thoughts; I didn’t see fear, so I’m sorry. I initially thought you might be useful to help block the bad karma, but it seems now you aren’t needed." With that thought, Tang Feng ensured none of the cultivators survived, and with a wave of his hand, all their bodies were swept into the Void.

The cultivators watching from afar quickly distanced themselves, leaving only Tang Feng and the two women in the gathering place.