Seeing Chen Qing block him once again, Wei Sheng’s rage deepened.
His cultivation base surged back to life, and dark brown spiritual energy spread through the surroundings, suffocating those with lower cultivation than him.
"Chen Qing, we already conceded to your Chen Clan, yet you still refuse to let punish this outsider! If we can’t even avenge those who openly killed mbers of my Wei Clan, then what is the point of this truce?" Wei Sheng’s eyes burned with fury as he glared at Chen Qing.
"Enough with your word gas, Wei Sheng. We both know the ones who died were re ordinary mbers of your clan—they weren’t anyone of importance. anwhile, the cri you committed against our citizens is far worse in comparison!"
Chen Qing sneered, releasing just enough of her cultivation base to offset the oppressive spiritual energy emanating from Wei Sheng.
Wei Sheng ground his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.
And yet, he knew Chen Qing was right. If their actions were exposed to the public, the Wei Clan would lose all credibility with the common people.
The Chen Clan would seize the opportunity to expel them from Silverpine City, securing sole control over the territory.
Still, it didn’t sit right with him that he couldn’t take revenge on so random brat who had killed mbers of his Wei Clan.
His anger simred beneath the surface as he and Chen Qing remained locked in a stalemate.
Just then, a voice rang out from one of the Wei Clan’s Foundation Establishnt cultivators.
More specifically, the very person responsible for this entire ss—
Wei Rong!
"Grand Elder Wei Sheng! May I offer a suggestion for this dilemma?" Wei Rong’s voice dripped with malice, his gaze venomous as he glared at Lin Feng.
It was clear that whatever he had in mind was far from benevolent.
Lin Feng’s chest tightened with anger as he saw Wei Rong speak.
How had he managed to remain unscathed after Grandma Qing’s arrival? In fact, he didn’t look injured at all.
Noticing the confusion on Lin Feng’s face, Chen i moved closer and whispered softly,
"The mont Wei Chuan and the other cultivators arrived, he imdiately burrowed underground—just like Wei Jun did."
She subtly shifted Lin Feng’s attention toward Wei Jun, who was now being assisted by two Foundation Establishnt cultivators from the Wei Clan, guiding him toward his grandfather.
Wei Jun, noticing Lin Feng and Chen i’s gazes, looked back at them.
He first glanced at Chen i with a complicated expression before shifting his focus to Lin Feng.
His eyes burned with anger and humiliation—clearly, he hadn’t taken well to being disgraced, especially in front of the very person he wanted to pursue.
Lin Feng t Wei Jun’s glare without a word.
Acknowledging him was a waste of ti—there were far more pressing matters to deal with.
Wei Sheng, seeing that his grandson had finally returned to their side, observed him for a mont before raising his hand and tossing him a dicinal pill.
"Take this, child. It will help with your injuries," Wei Sheng said in a doting tone, fully aware of how wounded Wei Jun was from his previous battle.
It was clear from this interaction that Wei Sheng valued him highly.
"Yes, Grandfather!" Wei Jun quickly bowed his head in gratitude before swallowing the dicinal pill.
Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged and began healing under the protection of the Wei Clan’s Foundation Establishnt cultivators.
Lin Feng clenched his fists.
He knew he couldn’t take the dicinal pill Chen i had given him just yet.
He was still in enemy territory—if he consud the pill now, he wouldn’t be able to absorb its dicinal effects properly, drastically lowering its efficacy.
I need to find a safe place to recover...
He grimaced as he touched the deep wound running from his shoulder to his waist.
Blood continued to seep from it, leaving him lightheaded.
Even with his Blackwood Ruler Physique enhancing his recovery, he wasn’t immortal.
If he wanted to stay alive, he needed ti to rest and heal.
Wei Sheng, seeing that Wei Jun was focused on recovery, turned back to Wei Rong.
His voice was rough as he spoke,
"Speak. What is your suggestion, Wei Rong?"
Wei Rong’s lips curled into a sinister smirk.
His gaze locked onto Lin Feng, and malice dripped from his voice as he proposed,
"Why don’t we put a bounty on Lin Feng’s head? That way, everyone—Wei Clan or not—will know he’s a wanted man. Whoever brings us his corpse shall be handsoly rewarded!"
A heavy silence fell over the area.
Even the Wei Clan cultivators, who had been clamoring for Lin Feng’s death, were montarily stunned by Wei Rong’s suggestion.
A bounty.
This wasn’t just about revenge anymore—it was a declaration that Lin Feng was to be hunted down like a beast.
The mont such a decree was issued, rcenaries, rogue cultivators, and even desperate commoners would swarm like vultures, eager to claim the reward.
It would force Lin Feng to remain on the run, unable to stay in one place for too long.
Chen Qing’s gaze darkened as she shifted her attention toward Wei Rong, her cultivation base rumbling to life once more.
"Wei Sheng, it seems this mber of the younger generation also wants a dose of Nethersoul Poison!"
Wei Sheng, hearing this suggestion, finally felt a positive emotion fill his chest as he sneered.
"Sha? Chen Qing, don’t act so noble. If our positions were reversed, would your Chen Clan hesitate to do the sa?"
Chen Qing’s fingers curled slightly as she suppressed the urge to retaliate.
She knew that the Wei Clan not outright killing Lin Feng here was already a huge concession on their part.
Even though this bounty seed harsh, it was at least better than being dead.
anwhile, Lin Feng’s mind raced.
A bounty would be a death sentence—not just because of the threats it would bring, but because it would cripple any chance of moving freely.
And yet, he knew he had no choice in this matter. If the strong wanted you dead, then you had no choice but to die.
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