Hearing the humiliation and criticism from the disciples present, Ye Feng remained silent and said in his heart: "How shameless! Just wait, I, Ye Feng, will make you look at me in a new light!"
Although Fu Lei and the disciples present were very unhappy about Ye Feng going to guard the sword, they dared not disobey because it was the order of the sect leader. So after a while, under the leadership of Fu Lei, they left the Soul Refining Palace and set out for the Four Seasons Sword Sect.
Ye Feng followed behind them. None of the ten inner disciples brought by Fu Lei were willing to walk with Ye Feng. They all kept a distance from Ye Feng.
In their minds, they thought that anyone who got close to Ye Feng would be blaspheming their own spiritual cultivation.
To put it bluntly, they think they are superior and disdain to associate with Ye Feng.
At the same time, when Fu Lei and his party had just left the Soul Refining Palace, Qin Huan, who had been staying outside the palace to monitor, ran into the Palace with a look of surprise on his face.
After Qin Huan entered the Soul Refining Palace, he went straight to the residence of his uncle Lu Zhen.
Because after Qin Huan heard Lu Zhen's plan last time, he found his father in the study and finally convinced his father, which led to his father issuing a handwritten order to add Ye Feng to the sword protection team.
The moment he saw Ye Feng enter the Sword Forging Hall, he quietly hid outside the gate of the Soul Refining Palace, because he wanted to know the exact time when Ye Feng would leave the Soul Refining Palace.
"Uncle-master!" Qin Huan had already rushed to Lu Zhen's residence and shouted urgently into the house.
With a creak, the door opened. Qin Huan flashed into the room and closed the door again.
Lu Zhen was the only one in the bedroom.
"Uncle Master! Ye Feng and the others have set off!" Qin Huan said anxiously.
"Okay! It's time to set off, nephew. Just wait and see how Ye Feng dies on the way to protect the sword!" Lu Zhen said insidiously.
"Uncle Master, is everything ready?" Qin Huan asked.
Lu Zhen nodded and said, "Nephew, everything has been done. Now all we have to do is wait for good news!"
After saying that, Lu Zhen sneered a few more times.
When Lu Zhen's laughter died down, Fu Lei and his party had already left the Lianshen Mountains.
Fu Lei walked in the middle of the crowd, with his disciples leading the way in front and four disciples protecting him from behind. Because Ye Feng disdained to associate with him, he walked far behind the team, at least ten meters away from them.
Some of the disciples walking in front of Ye Feng looked back at Ye Feng from time to time, while others simply held their heads high and didn't even want to look at Ye Feng.
From time to time, whispers could be heard from the crowd.
"Humph! You are just a junior disciple, and you are worthy of being with us! Don't you think about your own importance?"
"Look at how fast he is walking. He's as slow as an ant and he's trying to catch up with us!"
"Keep your voices down, or he'll hear you and complain to the Sect Master, and then you'll know!"
"Bah! Complaint, what a lie! I despise those useless people who rely on power the most. They just act arrogantly just because they are who they are!"
Because the distance was only ten meters, Ye Feng heard every word they said.
Ye Feng, who was walking at the end, looked at these mid-level "spiritual" spiritual disciples in front of him with a flash of disdain in his eyes.
The magnificent Soul Refining Palace, the highest-level institution for soul refining and cultivation, unexpectedly, the disciples in this academy are all petty-minded people.
Ye Feng looked at them calmly, and said silently in his heart: "Do you really think that I, Ye Feng, can't outrun you? Do you really think that I am just a junior disciple? Wait until I reach the Four Seasons Sword Sect and obtain the Venus Sword, and see if you dare to humiliate and criticize me behind my back for no reason."
Just on their way, behind a hill covered with trees on both sides of the mountain road, there were more than twenty masked men in black with murderous eyes hiding.
"Second brother, is the news reliable? Will the person who sent the sword from the Refining Spirit Palace really pass by here today?" A slightly fat man in black said as he focused his eyes on the mountain road covered by dense forest.
"Brother! The news is absolutely reliable, they are about to arrive!" said a tall and thin man in black.
"Second brother! Why do they insist that we kill Ye Feng? Who on earth is this Ye Feng? Why do they take him so seriously?"
"Brother! I don't know either, but it is just as you said, those people do regard Ye Feng as very important!"
This group of more than twenty black-clothed and masked men who were ambushing behind the hills on both sides of the dense forest were not from the Soul Refining Palace. Instead, they were cultivator bandits hired by Lu Zhen of the Soul Refining Palace.
These people have lived in the mountains and dense forests for a long time, robbing cultivation supplies and elixirs everywhere.
Therefore, their spiritual cultivation is extraordinary. The spiritual cultivation of the more than 20 people lying in ambush here is at the first stage of the intermediate "spiritual energy" realm.
Their cultivation level is comparable to that of the disciple from the Spirit Refining Palace brought by Fu Lei.
The eldest among them, the slightly plump masked man in black, had reached the second small stage of intermediate "spiritual energy" cultivation in his spiritual cultivation.
When they were talking about Ye Feng, they suddenly heard steady footsteps coming from a distance.
The steps are steady and the breathing and relaxation rhythm is even.
These manifestations are all symbols of the divine power cultivated to the intermediate "spiritual energy" realm in the Spirit Refining Palace.
The slightly plump man in black made a look at the man in black who was speaking, and all of a sudden, all the men in black took a deep breath. They held their breath, waiting for the arrival of those who made the footsteps.
In the blink of an eye, a group of people rushed down from the mountainside and entered a mountain path with dense forests on both sides.
The black-clothed man guessed correctly. The footsteps they just heard were indeed from Fu Lei and others who came from the Soul Refining Palace.
"Everyone stop!" Fu Lei suddenly exclaimed as he entered the dense forest mountain road.
The disciples walking in front and behind Fu Lei all showed surprise on their faces after hearing Fu Lei's exclamation, and looked around in panic.
At this moment, among this group of people, Ye Feng was the only one who looked calm and composed.
With a whoosh, Ye Feng ran to Fu Lei.
When all the disciples heard the whooshing sound, they couldn't help but shudder and their eyes were filled with panic.
When they saw that it was Ye Feng running that made the noise, they all looked at Ye Feng with disdain and said, "Ye Feng, what are you doing!"
However, when they called out Ye Feng, Fu Lei, who was staring at the road ahead, suddenly turned back. The moment he turned back.
Fu Lei's eyes were suddenly filled with surprise, because among all the disciples he saw, Ye Feng was the only one with a calm expression, while all the other disciples had panicked expressions and terrified eyes.
After seeing this scene, Fu Lei didn't say anything. He turned back and said, "The lion's mouth is ahead. There are often cultivators and robbers coming in and out here. Everyone be careful!"
"Master Fu Lei, don't worry! Aren't they just a bunch of rabble? In our eyes, they are nothing but cotton wool that can withstand a single blow!"
"Yes! Master Fu Lei, they are just low-level bandits at best. How can they be worthy of the word "cultivation"!"
The disciples spoke in a firm voice, not taking the so-called cultivator bandits seriously at all.
"Get out of the way! Stop, Ye Feng, you are just an entry-level disciple, you are not qualified to walk in front of us, get behind us!"
"That's right, get to the back!"
Several disciples looked at Ye Feng with disdain, walked in front of him, and kept snorting coldly at him.
Just when they walked in front of Ye Feng, about twenty meters away.
Whoosh...
Suddenly, there were sounds of moving figures. The men in black who were lying in ambush in the dense woods on both sides of the mountain road suddenly appeared in front of them as if they had dropped from the sky, blocking their way.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the black-clad crowd, the ten disciples spontaneously took Fu Lei as the center and protected him.
"Who are you! Why are you blocking our way? Get out of my way now, or don't blame us for being rude!" One of the Spirit Refining disciples said arrogantly.
"They are the cultivator bandits! Everyone be careful!" Fu Lei, who was in the protection circle, said softly.
The slightly fat man in black looked at the disciple who had just spoken with disdain, laughed a few times, and then stared at them fiercely and said, "Boy, you are so arrogant at such a young age. Let me tell you, my grandfather is a cultivator bandit in this area. Hand over the Snow Sword on your back if you know what's best for you!"
"Hmph! You are a mob, and you dare to yell at us. Do you know where we come from?" The speaker was the same Spirit Refining disciple who had spoken before.
“Hahahaha!” The black-clothed leader sneered loudly a few times and said, “As for your origins, aren’t you just the scum of the Soul Refining Palace? You must be Ye Feng, the famous one in the Soul Refining Palace!”
“Ye Feng!” The Soul Refining disciple exclaimed, then laughed a few times and said, “The famous Ye Feng of the Soul Refining Palace, bah, Ye Feng is just a small scum of our Soul Refining Palace, when did he become a famous figure? I can knock him down with just one finger!”
When the disciple who was refining the spirit finished speaking with an arrogant look on his face, the leader in black suddenly flashed and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. He slapped him away and said, "Since you are not Ye Feng, why are you talking so much nonsense if you are not Ye Feng? You are wasting my time and you deserve to be killed!"
After watching the man in black kill his companion with one palm, the remaining disciples of the Spirit Refining Sect were all horrified, because the disciple who spoke had the highest Spirit Refining cultivation among them.
Even a disciple with the highest level of spiritual cultivation could not take a single move from the man in black, so they felt that they were no match for the man in black. At this moment, their hearts were uneasy, their faces were filled with fear and they didn't know what to do.
The black-clothed leader who killed the Soul Refining Disciple with one palm strike, with murderous intent on his face, stared fiercely at the terrified Soul Refining Disciple in front of him, and said, "Who among you is Ye Feng? Stand out! Let me see you, the famous figure in the Soul Refining Palace!"
When they heard the black-clothed leader mention Ye Feng again, Fu Lei and all the disciples of the Spirit Refining Palace turned around and looked at Ye Feng with horror on their faces.