?Reading on mobile phone For the analysis of the younger brother with the horse-faced appearance, most people nodded in agreement. Eight-zero e-book Undoubtedly, at least eight out of ten of his points are accurate—yet because they're genuine, they sound rather sharp and piercing. Combined with his clearly condescending tone, it's far more than just a bit jarring. At this moment, Qin Feng was furious. Heaven help him—he wasn't even capable of matching up against Dong Qinkuan and the others. Could it be that he was superior? Even if he wasn't, he was the very first to discover the Lotus Platform. As for the other discoveries he made, did anyone even know about them? He-moved his sleeve, saying, "Don't provoke them. What they say is their own business—how can you possibly control that?" He took several deep breaths and said, "If it weren't for your face, I'd have gone up and beaten them senseless. Honestly, I hate people who talk behind someone's back—such a rude bunch!" "By now, the conflict is basically avoidable. Yet Master Ma added one more remark: 'So Qin Feng is truly no good at all. Once we reach the Xiao Yao Sect, we should keep our distance from him—otherwise, people might think the Tong Ling Sect is compromising with him!' Hey! Compromising with us? Do you think I hold my own in high regard for these bunch of you? The Tong Ling Sect, ranked tenth among the cultivation sects, is rather awkwardly positioned—since it's well known that there are nine major sects, whose strength is unquestionable. Ranking tenth, though, is only barely enough to enter the first tier, clearly still a second-tier sect. Of course, the Tong Ling Sect has always insisted that it is a first-tier sect. Master Ma's disdain for Qin Feng stems from the fact that Qin Feng ranks eleventh—right behind the Tong Ling Sect. Qin, the young lord, stood up suddenly, gritting his teeth and declaring, 'This is too much! I can't bear it anymore!' He grasped her arm firmly and urged, "Stay calm, stay calm. Others' opinions are their freedom—how can they expect you to storm out and argue when they merely make up a few remarks? Then you'll be seen as unreasonable. Once you arrive at the Xiao Xiao Sect, I'm certain they'll find ways to discredit you!" Hearing this, the fire in his heart slightly subsided, and he smiled, "Don't worry—I won't rush in and start a scene. I'll just watch the show!" Her eyes narrowed. "What do you have in mind?" "Come with me," he said, grinning more cunningly. With a sense of doubt, He Muqing followed him out of their hiding spot. Immediately, he called out, "Right ahead are the Dao Brothers from the Tong Ling Sect—this humble disciple from Ling Miao Sect is here to pay my respects!" Upon hearing the voice, the group first stiffened, turned to face the direction of the sound, and only when they saw a man and a woman approaching did they ease up. He Moqing's beauty quickly captured the attention of most of them. As they marveled, they realized she was a master of the Huazheng stage—though they had never heard of the LingMiao Sect. It must be a modest, lesser-known sect. The group naturally overlooked Qin Feng. If they had looked a little more closely, they would have found it difficult to gauge his actual level. Especially Master Li, who is truly a passionate young man. He thought, after we had been staring at him for so long without offering him anything, that as soon as he arrived, he would immediately start eating—what kind of guest is he? He was quite blunt: "This place has nothing to do with you. Get out of here!" "Brother Li," Master Brother felt this was no way to treat guests and quickly interjected, "I'm sorry, friend, but our team hasn't gathered yet, so we've been putting off the meal. We truly appreciate your kindness. However, we still have a long journey ahead, so we won't be able to drink with you." Master Qin's expression immediately changed: "To brush me off with such an excuse—how truly impressive! I've been genuinely trying to invite you all to drink, and even if you didn't agree, I could understand. But now you're telling me to leave? Is this what the Tongling Sect considers proper hospitality? I must say, I've seen it now!" "Master Ma thought there was absolutely no need to be formal with him—after all, he was just a stranger. If he offended him, what could he possibly do? He scoffed, "Be a bit more polite, I'll call you my friend, but we have no real connection. I'm merely being generous by inviting you to dinner; if I don't, that's perfectly reasonable. So, are you not satisfied? Then go ahead and defeat all of us—once you've done that, the roasted lamb will be yours!" The others noticed that He Muqing was Qin Feng's partner. With that in mind, they had no chance of poaching him, and thus, no real reason to be courteous. "Exactly. If you don't have the ability, you'd better pack up and leave right now," said another younger brother, equally unceremonious. Qin Feng turned to glance at the beautiful woman, signaling that since they had initiated the conflict, he would no longer be held responsible if things turned physical. As for the woman in charge, she felt utterly helpless. In fact, she had already sensed his intentions when he said his second sentence, yet he had simply waded straight in without hesitation or reservation. Only then did the senior brother take a close look at Qin Feng, and was instantly stunned, unable to speak—he couldn’t tell what level Qin Feng was at. Could he be a recluse master? These five were all cultivators at the stage of Transcendent Transformation or beyond. By instinct, they believed that facing two such opponents, despite their numerical advantage, should not be something to fear. As the senior brother was about to intervene, Qin Feng spoke first: "Then let me experience the talents of the Tongling Sect’s young disciples. I hope you won’t let me down. By the way, do you prefer to fight individually or in a coordinated assault? It’s up to you!" The group burst out laughing—what a bold request! For all these years of cultivation, they’d never heard anything like it. Ma Lian, the younger brother, stepped forward first: "I’ll show you the skills of the Lingmiao Sect’s disciples. Don’t let me knock you down right away—otherwise, it’ll be a real embarrassment!" The senior brother quickly interjected: "Let’s have a proper conversation first—there’s no need to resort to physical combat. Everyone…." "As you wish." "Quin Feng didn't wait for his senior brother to finish speaking—he moved immediately. The opponent was at the upper level of the Perfected stage, while he himself was at the lower level of the Stillness stage, a gap of two levels—something that could never be bridged. Only then did Ma Lian realize something was wrong; how had he failed to notice the opponent's rank? After all, who exactly was this person?