C13 Green Mountain Sect

"Everyone has a desire for beauty; who could possibly be the exception?"

Chen Feng's statement momentarily took Wu Mei by surprise, but she quickly burst into laughter and remarked, "You're quite the character, far more amusing than these stiff folks!"

As Wu Mei spoke, she spat disdainfully, as if she held the villagers in contempt.

Exiting the house, Wu Mei called out while running, "You're too intriguing for me to just let you go! I'm going to have a word with those old men!"

Wu Mei dashed away like a gust of wind, leaving Chen Feng clutching his steamed bun. He mused aloud, "You don't even know if I want to stay, yet off you go to negotiate on my behalf?"

However, Chen Feng couldn't help but smile, adding, "But then again, with such a beauty around, I'd be reluctant to leave."

His smile was short-lived as he suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, choking in the process.

In his coughing spell, Chen Feng's chopsticks slipped from his grasp, flying out of his hand and clattering to the ground.

Congratulations, Host, for mastering the Skill: Toss!

Toss: When perfected, it can pierce a Martial Master's body from a kilometer away with pinpoint accuracy!

Toss: Current level: 1/10. Would you like to allocate points to upgrade it to the maximum level?

Yes.

No.

This was a Martial Master who had transcended two Cultivation Realms! By perfecting Toss, he could precisely penetrate a Martial Master's body, meaning that mastering this Skill at its highest level would allow him to assassinate unsuspectingly!

An excellent Skill for long-range assassination indeed!

"Yes!"

Toss has been upgraded to the maximum level. Current Skill Level: 10/10.

As Chen Feng finished speaking, he felt an extraordinary agility in his wrist. Picking up the chopsticks, they seemed to become an extension of his own body, easily controlled, instilling him with the confidence of unerring accuracy.

Chen Feng's smile widened, savoring the enhanced flavors of his meal.

Just then, a commotion erupted outside the village, and Chen Feng could faintly make out the alarmed voices of the villagers.

The meal on the table had been completely consumed, and Chen Feng's curiosity was piqued. Moreover, he could hear the sound of pained cries drifting in from outside. A frown creased his brow as he grew increasingly concerned.

"Could it be that the old lady has tracked me down?"

Chen Feng stepped outside and immediately noticed a crowd of villagers gathered at the village entrance. Without hesitation, he made his way toward the commotion.

"Hey! I've said it before, the Green Mountain Sect has sacrificed many disciples to protect your villages from Demonic Beasts and bandits. And yet, you contribute so little each month. Do you think the Green Mountain Sect is begging for scraps?"

Upon reaching the village entrance, Chen Feng witnessed a lavishly dressed young man berating an elder, pointing his finger accusatorily.

Flanking the young man were four peers—three young men and two young women, all exuding an air of arrogance. They were clad in matching outfits, with the only difference being that the young women wore skirts.

At the mention of the Green Mountain Sect, Chen Feng's mind conjured up the map of White Cloud City, and he quickly grasped the significance of the Sect.

The Green Mountain Sect was the largest in Northern Mountain Village and the surrounding area, yet it was merely one of the lesser sects under the Rushing Thunder Sword Sect's domain. Nevertheless, within these humble villages, it loomed large and formidable. To the villagers, even a single disciple from the Green Mountain Sect seemed as awe-inspiring as a deity descending from the heavens.