Chapter 389 A Massive Loss

The battles quickly concluded.

Wang Fang, Qin Shuang, Jiu Yao, Xing Zheng, Fan Chen, and Peach Blossom Fairy—a total of six Ghost King Tokens had been claimed by outsiders.

Meanwhile, Tianqing Holy Land had only secured two tokens: one from Chen Fei and the other from Dao Tong.

This result was nothing short of a public slap in the face for Tianqing Holy Land.

Mu Yunsu’s expression was grim. Elder Wang Situ tugged fiercely at his beard, glaring coldly at Yan Wujiao and his party.

Yan Wujiao, on the other hand, was clearly very pleased.

“Thank you for your generosity, Tianqing Holy Land.”

Even the demon clans—who normally wouldn’t stand a chance—walked away with two tokens. Jiu Yao and Xing Zheng had each claimed one, which was a surprise boon to them.

Seeing that the eyes of Tianqing’s disciples were practically spitting fire, Tian Zhen, leader of the demon clans, casually picked at his ear.

“Welp, no need to linger here. See ya next time—if fate allows!”

They had gotten everything they came for. If they didn’t leave now, they might not be able to later.

Who said demon cultivators were dumb?

Tian Qi didn’t waste a word either—he turned and left. In just the blink of an eye, the entire demon faction had vanished without a trace.

Yan Wujiao nearly lost his composure.

Weren’t we all in this together? Now you’re just ditching us without even saying goodbye?

“Sect Master Mu, we won’t overstay our welcome either,” Yan Wujiao declared, turning around with his people to leave—no hesitation at all.

If they didn’t leave now, they really might not get another chance!

Everyone from Tianqing Holy Land instinctively turned to Mu Yunsu, waiting for her response.

As the leader of the top sect in the Xuanhuang Continent, being humiliated so publicly by a group of demon and evil cultivators… it had been a long time since they’d swallowed such a bitter pill.

Mu Yunsu was furious—but more than that, she was helpless.

This attack had clearly been planned well in advance. The evil and demon cultivators had come prepared, and their goals were painfully obvious. Tianqing Holy Land had no choice but to accept their terms.

Even though they were leaving now, those powerful Heaven Ascension Realm cultivators hidden in the shadows had not withdrawn.

This wasn’t just a tactical victory—it was a psychological one. A blow to Tianqing’s pride.

Seeing Mu Yunsu remain silent, many of the disciples began growling in frustration.

Chen Fei frowned. The evil cultivators’ move was vicious—cutting not just the flesh, but the heart.

“Enough! Shut up!” Chen Fei suddenly stepped forward, shouting coldly.

The disciples froze and turned to look at him.

Normally, Chen Fei speaking up in a moment like this would’ve earned him ridicule. Despite being a core disciple, his authority wasn’t high.

But today was different.

He had secured one of only two Ghost King Tokens for the sect—something none of the others had managed.

Because of that, when Chen Fei raised his voice, they listened.

What he was doing now would definitely offend many people, but he had no choice. After all, the only other token holder—Dao Tong—was still hiding behind a straw hat and wouldn’t speak even if you begged him.

Once the crowd had quieted down, Chen Fei looked around and said coldly:

“You’re angry now? If you all were strong enough, we wouldn’t have needed to endure this humiliation in the first place.”

It was a harsh truth.

Many of them looked shaken, but Chen Fei didn’t care. He calmly swept his gaze over the crowd and continued:

“You all know full well—the evil cultivators are just outside Tianqing Holy Land. You’ll have plenty of chances to kill them.”

“Instead of whining here, remember today’s humiliation—and earn your name outside these walls!”

With that, he flicked his robes and sat down on a nearby stone.

“And if anyone doesn’t like what I said, come talk it out with me.”

Mu Yunsu looked at him with wide eyes.

What Chen Fei had done would surely attract resentment—but he’d earned the right to speak like this through sheer strength.

You don’t agree? Well, you had your chance on the battlefield—why didn’t you step up?

If you’re angry or bitter, go fight the evil cultivators. Don’t stir up useless drama here.

Especially that last line—Chen Fei was clearly drawing all the fire onto himself to take pressure off the others.

Mu Yunsu’s heart warmed at the sight.

Chen Fei didn’t say much normally, but his heart was in the right place. His actions today nearly brought tears to her eyes.

“Chen Fei is right!”

“If you feel humiliated, go train harder! You’ll get your chance!”

“Outer sect disciples, stop standing around! Move!”

The other elders spoke up in agreement. With no choice, the angry crowd could only hang their heads and disperse.

But watching them leave so dejectedly, Mu Yunsu frowned again. If this continued, morale might collapse completely.

Miao Yue looked up at Chen Fei, pride shining in her eyes.

He’s still the same “son-in-law” as always. Back in Yellow Fog City, he didn’t care about public judgment. Now, he stood tall even against his entire sect. After today, the title of Tianqing Holy Son was as good as his.

Even Duo Mingzi, who had always disapproved of Chen Fei, understood this now.

He didn’t like Chen Fei, but he had to admit—he’d lost. He had no right to speak against him anymore.

“What happened today was too heavy a blow for the disciples…”

“Damn it! Who could’ve predicted the Heaven Ascension Realm experts would unite like this?”

Liu Xu and others scowled as they stared after Yan Wujiao’s retreating group, full of anger but too afraid to act recklessly.

Chen Fei watched the departing disciples, then suddenly stood up.

Mu Yunsu immediately noticed and asked sharply:

“Chen Fei, what are you doing?”

Chen Fei turned back and smiled slightly.

“Just a bit of personal business, Sect Master.”

And with that, he vanished in a flash—rushing straight toward the retreating evil cultivators.

Yan Wujiao was the first to notice.

So did everyone else.

“Sect Master, this might be our chance. Should we…?” a senior elder beside him asked, eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

Chen Fei’s rapid rise had made him a serious threat. Now that he was “delivering himself,” they didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

Yan Wujiao gave him a sharp look and frowned.

“Do you really think Tianqing’s Grand Ancestor would sit by and watch?”

…Tianqing’s Grand Ancestor.

Even with multiple top-tier Heaven Ascension cultivators on their side, none of them had the guts to provoke that man’s wrath.

The greatest threat wasn’t the hand that struck—it was the one that didn’t.

Once he moved, no one could guarantee survival.

That’s why Yan Wujiao held back, saying:

“Wait. Let’s see what he wants first.”

The evil cultivators halted.

Fan Chen and others turned to face Chen Fei.

Their only real regret today was not being able to fight him directly.

But the Ghost King Tokens were already claimed. There would be chances later.

They were more curious—why had Chen Fei come after them now? Was he insane?

Just his courage alone was worthy of respect.

Chen Fei flew to the front of the group and stopped.

Then he shouted:

“Qin Shuang! Weren’t you always looking for me? Come out!”

The sheer boldness left even the evil cultivators stunned.

For a moment, even the most arrogant among them subconsciously turned to Yan Wujiao—waiting for his reaction.