Chapter 907: What on Earth Happened

"This is no place for you. Considering you possess some strength, I won’t resort to force—leave now!"

"Otherwise, based on your earlier actions alone, I could sentence you to death."

The Iron Tower Man spoke expressionlessly.

"I bear no ill will, but your subordinates went too far," Yi Feng retorted, raising an eyebrow. "The reason I’ve come here is to receive the Death Inheritance."

"Death Inheritance?"

The Iron Tower Man laughed mockingly. "You think defeating two gatekeepers of our Wind and Moon Sect qualifies you for the Death Inheritance?"

"Stop dreaming. Since I’m not punishing you for violating the island’s no-combat rule, take this chance to crawl back where you came from," he said coldly.

Yi Feng frowned.

Why were the people of Wind and Moon Island always so arrogant?

"Whether I can receive the Death Inheritance isn’t up to you—it’s your island master’s decision," Yi Feng replied.

"Kid, enough nonsense. You think you’re worthy of meeting our island master?" The Iron Tower Man’s voice turned icy. "One last chance: scram now, or your life ends here."

"Then try me."

Yi Feng smirked.

He knew exactly how strong Wind and Moon Island was.

All bark and no bite, acting as if they ruled the world.

If they were truly powerful, Yi Feng wouldn’t even bother with the Death Inheritance—he’d just provoke them into killing him outright.

"Fine. Since you refuse the easy way, don’t blame me."

The man snorted, swiftly forming hand seals while chanting incantations.

He was no fool.

Anyone bold enough to cause trouble outside the Moonlit Tower had to have some backing.

Plus, Yi Feng’s casual dismissal of his subordinates showed his strength.

So, he attacked with his full power.

As the final seal formed, space trembled, and a dark rift tore open.

Amidst the aura of destruction, two pairs of crimson eyes emerged.

Then, two flame-wreathed direwolves stepped forward, baring fangs as they glared at Yi Feng.

Clearly, this man was a summoner.

"Hmph."

Yi Feng instantly saw the beasts posed no threat. With a cold snort, he fixed them with a stare.

Under his gaze, the wolves shuddered violently.

It felt as if their very souls were laid bare.

Their ferocity vanished instantly—like frost-bitten eggplants, they wilted, whimpering and flattening themselves on the ground, tails tucked between their legs. Their eyes even held a plea for mercy.

What?!

The summoner’s jaw nearly dropped.

These wolves had taken him centuries to subdue, prized not just for their power but their indomitable pride.

Even after the contract, they’d never shown such submission—let alone fear—toward him.

Yet this stranger had cowed them with a single look?

"Who... who are you?" The Iron Tower Man gulped.

Though the wolves weren’t his strongest asset, he’d lost all will to fight.

Nearby, Feng Qianyue emerged from the Moonlit Tower with her maids.

Her delicate face was weary, brows knitted in exhaustion.

Lately, she’d been drained—caught in the sect’s factional strife, she’d sought opportunities in the Nine Realms during the Sage’s awakening to bolster her standing.

Instead, she’d returned empty-handed, her Dao heart nearly shattered.

No—worse. There had been an opportunity, but she’d missed it.

The memories of those days by the lake still cut like knives.

If only she hadn’t been so prideful... if she’d recognized that man’s greatness sooner...

Now, she wouldn’t be struggling just to hold her ground.

Lost in thought, she was startled by the Iron Tower Man’s desperate cry:

"Senior Sister Feng! This intruder is trespassing in the Moonlit Tower—please subdue him!"

Hope flashed in his eyes.

With the island’s elders in conference, guarding the tower was his duty—but Yi Feng was beyond him.

Fighting was hopeless, yet letting him pass meant disaster.

Now, with the senior sister here, victory was assured.

Feng Qianyue, lost in her thoughts, showed a faint trace of impatience upon hearing the news.

Such a trivial matter as someone intruding into the Moonlit Tower actually required her intervention…

But since she was already here, she couldn’t just let them barge in. Just as she was about to dismiss the intruder casually, a single glance froze her in place.

It struck her like a thunderbolt. Her beautiful eyes widened, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Even the sword in her hand slipped and clattered to the ground.

The maidservant behind her panicked in alarm.

This was her lady’s lifebound sword—an object never parted from her side—yet now it lay fallen.

What in the world had happened?