Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The six grave sins in the world of cultivation do not provide clear protection for mortals and are very ambiguous. Even if they are committed, as long as they do not involve some behaviors of evil cultivators, most people think that they are just mortals and basically no one cares.

If they report the losses caused by fighting, they will be fined spirit stones.

Moreover, how could the dignity of monks be challenged by mortals? ! Looking at the people kneeling below, the white-robed monk among the two monks, one in black and one in white, was the first to turn cold.

"How rude!" He didn't bother to care whether Wu Feipeng did it intentionally or not, and just started to attack as soon as they had a disagreement. To him, he was just a mortal who could be easily crushed to death - he gently fell to the ground from the air, and the long sword under his feet flew straight over.

The spirit sword was like a dragon, its body glowing with a cold light. It seemed to carry an endless rhythm as it was swung, causing the air to vibrate.

In a flash, Wu Feipeng suddenly understood. When he said he wanted to be a cultivator when he grew up and expressed his yearning for cultivators, his father's face was helpless and his grandfather shook his head - it turned out that being an ordinary person in the world of cultivation was so difficult...

It is difficult for them to just survive. The immortal master is out of their reach, and meeting the immortal master may not be a good thing. They have to be careful and respect him. This is a level of life that they cannot cross.

It seemed that he would be able to see his grandparents and parents soon - Wu Feipeng closed his eyes subconsciously.

"Keng——"

A sharp and piercing sound echoed in his ears, but Wu Feipeng did not feel the pain as he had imagined, so he opened his eyes.

I saw a sword light like a dragon and as graceful as a startled wild goose in front of me. In an instant, it was like lightning breaking through the darkness, and countless tiny rays of light shot out in all directions - this was a sword, but it also seemed like a vague shadow, intersecting in an instant, as fast as a meteor.

The flying sword that suddenly appeared directly knocked away the attack of the white-robed monk.

"What kind of skill is it to vent your anger on defenseless mortals?"

The sound coming from the sky was very clear, as clear as autumn water, and it also gave people a reassuring feeling.

The people lying on the ground looked up when they heard the sound, only to see a young man in black falling from the sky. A faint halo enveloped his body, and the hem of his black robe was embroidered with flowing golden patterns, which were so ingenious and exquisite.

The young man smiled warmly. It was a time of great beauty and the pear blossoms were in full bloom. The other's shoulders were stained with the white petals of the pear trees in the woods outside the city. The petals fluttered down and stained his clothes.

He seemed to be walking on the breeze, light and graceful. The flying sword that suddenly appeared knocked away the sword of the white-robed monk, turned around and flew to his feet, swaying and flowing like water, and seemed to create tiny waves in the air, and steadily caught its falling owner.

Surrounded by the ruins of buildings, a few unknown wild flowers dotted in between, the bright and eye-catching colors formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding ruins.

The rich fragrance is the only thing left, and the blooming flowers sway in the wind, like a dream, making people feel sad and full of emotion.

A cold wind blew, and the scraps of cloth between the ruins fluttered in the wind. Rubble was scattered all over the ground, and mottled moss grew in the gaps between the damp bricks and stones. The low chirping of insects came from the weeds in the corners, echoing with the crows on the branches of the ancient trees.

The survivors knelt trembling on the destroyed road, making the scene even more desolate and bleak.

The young man is like the light that appears after breaking through the clouds, making people yearn for him.

Wu Feipeng forgot the adults’ teaching that “the Immortal Master should not be looked directly at” and stared at the other party in a daze - he was like a hero in a storybook, stepping on auspicious clouds, descending from the sky and bringing hope.

"What's the point of fighting them? Why don't we just fight them?"

After Lu Wensheng finished speaking, he stepped on the flying sword and landed in a position that just blocked the people behind him. The sword flew into his hand. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were cold.

Liu Jiqian and the others flew over on their swords and landed next to Lu Wensheng. They looked around and frowned at the scene in front of them.

Judging from Lu Wensheng's black clothes with a red belt, and Liu Jiqian's silver hair and golden eyes next to him, their identities are not difficult to guess.

Although strength is the key in the world of cultivation, background is still important to get by. The white-robed cultivator whose attack was knocked out by Lu Wensheng was still full of resentment, but when he saw how the few people were dressed, his expression eased a little.

"Who was he? It turns out to be a disciple of the Wenxian Sect. But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with you..."

The black-robed monk also echoed, "Yeah, since when did the people of the Wenxian Sect become so lenient? The rules of the Discipline Hall have no effect on the Wenxian Sect."

"Are you trying to help these lowly mortals?"

"Is it necessary to fine some spirit stones at most?"

The two of them were talking back and forth, and implicitly they were saying that some people were meddling in other people's business.

In the world of cultivation, the strong prey on the weak, and Lu Wensheng can't control everything - if you put yourself in their shoes, you will find that they may be unable to take care of themselves, so naturally they have no right to control it, nor do they have the strength to do so.

But what a coincidence, the cultivation base of these two people was not much higher than his, and their background was not as big as his. According to the food chain in the cultivation world, he had the two of them down under, and no one questioned it.

As cultivators, they can treat mortals like this without even paying any price. Similarly, as elite disciples of the top forces in the world of cultivation, he can treat two independent cultivators with no background like this without paying any price.

Maybe the two parties involved didn't care, and the other monks didn't care either, thinking they were making a fuss out of nothing, as if it was a very common thing for monks to control mortals.

But these "mortals" care, and those who are harmed by the monks' willful behavior also care - and he is willing to be the monk who "cares"!

Lu Wensheng sneered: "It's just a matter of whether to fight or not, why are you talking so much nonsense?!" So what if he likes to meddle in other people's business? These people just need someone like him who likes to meddle in other people's business! He will definitely take care of this matter!

"How dare we provoke someone from a big family~"

"That's right. When the time comes, the younger ones will be beaten and the older ones will be beaten. We, the independent cultivators, can't afford to offend—"

The independent cultivators are naturally somewhat envious of these cultivators who have sects as their backing, but they also look down on them - they feel that these sect disciples are flowers in a greenhouse, and although they have the cultivation base, they cannot keep up with the experience.

In addition, Lu Wensheng's behavior made them feel a little embarrassed, so there was inevitably some emotion in their words.

However, this level of sarcasm did not make Lu Wensheng angry. He acted very good-tempered, raised his eyebrows at the two people, and spoke in a casual and calm tone, which made them feel like they were punching cotton.

"You two are overthinking. I won't use my status to pressure you. If you have concerns because of my status, I swear to Dao Xin that if I lose the competition, I can promise not to cause you any trouble afterwards."

Because he will solve the problem now, without having to wait until later.