Young Master Feng was naturally referring to Feng Wuji. Clearly, they were still traced back to them.
When she thought of the rumors about Feng Wuji, Madam Mo's countenance turned ashen. Ever since her husband died, her daughter, Little Qing, was her life. Even if the people of the Mo Clan didn't treat her and her daughter well, for the sake of Little Qing's growth, she could only endure it. On the Devil Islands, it was an extremely dangerous thing for women with low cultivation bases to roam about recklessly.
There were many devil cultivators who didn't care about the rules and might even be cruel and merciless. An example was Feng Wuji.
"Elder brother, Little Qing is your niece." Madam Mo blocked the way.
"Hmph, slut. Capture her and send her over as well." The young man who walked over didn't care so much. If he didn't give Young Master Feng an explanation, his entire clan would be finished.
A small clan like the Mo Clan was simply too weak.
"Wait a minute." Qin Wentian who was sitting there suddenly spoke. Little Qing was curled up in his embrace. This beautiful little girl seemed to be extremely terrified. Evidently, this uncle of hers didn't treat her well at all. If not, she wouldn't be so afraid of him.
"Are you the one who dealt with Young Master Feng?" The young man stared at Qin Wentian with a venomous look on his face. This bastard wanted to cause the death of his clan.
"Someone is trying to snatch your niece and I wanted to help. But now, you actually want to send your niece over to apologize?" Qin Wentian stared at the young man before him as he coldly asked. His hand gently stroked Little Qing's head as he spoke in a low voice, "Little Qing, Mister is here. There's no need to be afraid."
"Mister, these people are very powerful. Mister, you should leave first. This has nothing to do with Mister." Little Qing innocently stared at Qin Wentian. She was merely a 13-year-old little girl.
"Don't worry, Mister isn't afraid of them." Qin Wentian smiled and consoled.
"What shameless boasting." The young man waved his hand. After that, a group of people surrounded Qin Wentian. Little Qing seemed to be even more afraid as she leaned closer to Qin Wentian.
"Hurry up." Not far away, a cold figure stood there, staring at Qin Wentian with coldness in his eyes. He was none other than Feng Wuji's follower. Before this, when Feng Wuji saw the little girl, he immediately sent him to capture her. However, he met Qin Wentian and was obstructed by Feng Wuji. Feng Wuji only gave him a single sentence, 'If you can't bring her back, bring your own head back with you.'
"Alright." The young man radiated the tyrannical aura of a peak-level Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant as devil might gushed forth, causing the wind and clouds to change. He stared at Qin Wentian, "Little slut, it's your fortune that Young Master Feng has taken a liking to you. You actually still dare to flee? You don't know the immensity of death."
After saying that, he raised his hand and blasted at Qin Wentian's head.
"Little Blue." Madam Mo, who was at the side, had a pale countenance. When the terrifying devil fist light blasted towards Qin Wentian, a beam of light suddenly flashed, and after that, the fist light vanished completely.
This scene caused Madam Mo's expression to freeze. The people in the surroundings were stunned as well. Qin Wentian quietly sat there, speaking to Little Qing who was in his embrace, "With Mister here, no one can bring you away."
Little Qing blinked her clear eyes, staring at Qin Wentian, "Mister, are you a devil?"
"Yup, Mister has already become a devil." Qin Wentian laughed, causing the people in the surroundings to stiffen. That young man's countenance turned slightly pale. At this moment, a powerful devil might descended as an old man appeared in the air. Qin Wentian had long known that there was an immortal-foundation expert in the Mo Clan.
"Sir, who are you exactly? This is an internal matter of my clan, please don't interfere." The old man stared at Qin Wentian.
"Grandpa, Mister is a good person." Little Qing called out.
However, the old man merely coldly glanced at her. The little girl didn't seem to realize that her grandpa had already decided to abandon her.
The little girl stared at her grandpa with a pleading look on her face. Qin Wentian sighed silently in his heart.
"Tell Feng Wuji to come and ask me for the person." Qin Wentian no longer looked at the old man. He calmly spoke. The old man snorted coldly, "What arrogant words. I truly want to see what qualifications do you have to say such words."
His devil-foundation erupted forth, instantly causing the wind and clouds to change. Devil might gushed forth, engulfing this entire space.
"I'll let you …" Qin Wentian spoke. He inclined his head and stared at the old man as he spat out a single word, "Scram!"
As the sound of his voice faded, the laws of the Great Dao manifested. Ancient characters shimmered in and out of existence as they blasted out with lightning speed. With a thunderous boom, the old man was directly flung through the air, slamming heavily into a wall. The old man collapsed onto the ground, coughing out blood as his countenance turned as pale as paper.
He inclined his head in shock, staring at Qin Wentian as great waves rose in his heart.
The people in the surroundings all had ashen expressions as they stared at Qin Wentian in shock. That arrogant young man earlier was now trembling uncontrollably.
Qin Wentian glanced at him. At this moment, he only felt as though a sharp sword was shooting towards him. He was so frightened that his legs trembled. With a roar, his father who had established his devil-foundation was injured. This person's cultivation base was truly terrifying.
"Tell Feng Wuji to come and ask for the person." Qin Wentian stared at that follower. His earlier words were ignored but at this moment, that follower could truly feel the imposingness of Qin Wentian's words. He instantly turned and departed.
The others all fled in an extremely short period of time. Only Little Qing and her mother, Madam Mo, were left behind.
Madam Mo's eyes stared unblinkingly at Qin Wentian. She didn't expect Qin Wentian to be so strong. In addition, he didn't even release his devil might. With just a roar, he could injure a devil-foundation expert.
"Sir, you are so awesome." Little Qing blinked, staring at Qin Wentian.
"Little Qing, you are still young. You must know that there are many people more powerful than Sir in this world. Hence, you have to work hard in your cultivation and protect your mother in the future." Qin Wentian gently spoke.
"Mhm, I must be as powerful as Sir." Little Qing nodded.
"Sir, but the strength of the Feng Clan is truly very powerful." Madam Mo still spoke with worry. Although Qin Wentian was very strong, Feng Wuji himself was incomparably powerful as well. In addition, he had an even more talented elder sister, a heaven chosen from the Blackstone Devil Sect. On this devil island, she was the king.
"What about the person with the highest cultivation base in the Feng Clan? Other than the Blackstone Devil Sect, are there any other devil kings on this island?" Qin Wentian asked. Only now did Madam Mo understand that Sir Qin wasn't someone from this island. He was an outsider.
"Sir, devil kings are all lofty characters, I have no way to come into contact with them. Other than the Blackstone Devil Sect, I have no idea if there are any other devil kings on this island. Right now, the most powerful person in the Feng Clan should be Feng Wuji's elder sister, Feng Qingyu, who cultivates in the Blackstone Devil Sect. It's said that her cultivation base has already reached the upper three levels of devil-foundation and is extremely terrifying." Madam Mo replied. Such a character, in her eyes, was already an unreachable expert.
"Does Feng Qingyu know about the evil actions of her younger brother?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Naturally. I heard that she obtained the cultivation arts from outside and imparted them to Feng Wuji." Madam Mo replied.
"I understand." Qin Wentian nodded. "Don't worry. In the future, the people of the Mo Clan would definitely not dare to make things difficult for you guys."
...
At this moment, the Feng Clan was currently holding a banquet. Today, the pride of the Feng Clan, Feng Qingyu, returned to the clan and she even brought along two of her fellow sect members from the Blackstone Devil Sect. The Feng Clan prepared the most luxurious banquet to welcome them.
Everyone enjoyed the delicacies and wine, the atmosphere was extremely lively. Feng Wuji was a young man with a pale face. At this moment, he was currently toasting a beautiful woman with a frosty countenance. "Elder sis, this toast is for you. Without elder sis, there would be no Feng Clan."
"Mhm, how are the preparations for the women I asked you to prepare for me?" Feng Qingyu calmly asked.
"We are still lacking one. I've already sent people to get her. I've personally seen her, she should be able to satisfy elder sis." Feng Wuji spoke. In the outside world, there were rumors saying that Feng Wuji cultivated a perverse devil art and needed to borrow women to cultivate it. But no one knew that this was merely a rumor spread by the Feng Clan to protect Feng Qingyu's reputation, even though Feng Qingyu herself didn't really care about it.
Just as he was speaking, a person ran over in a panic. Feng Wuji frowned, "Where is she?"
With a putong sound, that person turned pale from fright. He knelt down, "Young Master Feng, the young man who saved that lass back then is actually a powerful devil cultivator. With a single roar, he injured the old man from the Mo Clan."
"In that case, you didn't bring the person over?" Feng Wuji tapped his wine cup as he spoke.
"Young Master Feng, the old man from the Mo Clan is a devil-foundation expert. He was injured by a single roar." That person repeated. However, the wine in Feng Wuji's cup flew up and transformed into a terrifying black-colored devil sword that directly slashed towards that follower. In an instant, the sword penetrated through the head of that follower, causing traces of blood to appear. After that, it flew back into the wine cup and Feng Wuji drained it in a single gulp. As for that follower, he had already collapsed onto the ground.
"Elder sis, there are actually people who dare to disturb your matters. Seems like I can only make a trip there personally." Feng Wuji spoke.
"Since I have nothing to do, I might as well go out for a walk. Let me accompany you to take a look." The countenance of the woman was as cold as ice. She stood up, and a moment later, everyone stood up as well. Many people were already silently mourning for that person. To think that he actually offended Feng Qingyu.
The experts of the Feng Clan continued on their way, attracting the attention of many. Many people felt shock in their hearts, they didn't know who had offended the Feng Clan. Moreover, it was Feng Qingyu.
When the people of the Mo Clan saw Feng Wuji and Feng Qingyu riding on a greater demon, all the experts of the Mo Clan, including the devil-foundation clan leader, all knelt on the ground. An intense fear caused their bodies to tremble lightly.
As for that incomparably imposing woman who sat on the back of the greater demon, she was none other than Feng Qingyu of the Blackstone Devil Sect. With just a single sentence from her, her Mo Clan would be annihilated.
Little Qing's mother also turned pale from fright when she saw the scene in the air. A sorrowful sigh could be heard in her heart. Feng Qingyu actually came. No matter how powerful Mister Feng is, he wouldn't be able to escape death today.
"Mister, if you can escape, just run for your life." Madam Mo transmitted her voice to Qin Wentian. She knew that she would die for sure. The pitiful little lass Little Qing, she hasn't grown up yet!
Feng Wuji's cold and imposing gaze swept down, landing on Little Qing and Qin Wentian as a cruel smile appeared on his face!
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