Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100

"Oh no!"

"They're all Dao Attainment realm experts—it really is the legendary Cangshan Seven Eagles!"

"What do we do now?!"

"Our only choice is to fight to the death and protect the young mistress!"

The faces of the guards paled, and the young lady inside the carriage tensed up in fear.

As the classic robbery scene unfolded before him, Yi Feng was utterly baffled. Standing there with a blank stare, he seemed completely out of place, as if the entire atmosphere had shifted awkwardly around him.

Dao Attainment realm?

This trash-level cultivation—they call themselves experts?

Wasn’t Lan Star supposed to be strong? Did I come to the wrong place?

While both sides were locked in a tense standoff, Yi Feng stepped forward, his face full of confusion, startling everyone present. Then, he voiced his bewildering question.

"You… are really at the Dao Attainment realm?"

Hearing this, the imposing bandits turned their sharp gazes toward him!

Several scar-faced men looked down at Yi Feng with disdain. He appeared unremarkable, young, and utterly clueless—like a scholar on his first journey far from home.

Instantly, the bandits’ arrogance flared, and they burst into laughter!

"Where did this pretty boy come from? He doesn’t even know the name of the Cangshan Seven Eagles?"

"Hah! Must be some country bumpkin who’s never seen the world. Look at that dazed expression—he’s probably scared out of his wits!"

"Exactly! He’s probably never even met a Dao Attainment cultivator before. He must be trembling in fear right now!"

"Kid, listen up! We’re all at the Dao Attainment realm, and our boss has even reached the fourth stage. Consider yourself lucky to witness our might today. Beg for mercy, and we might spare your life!"

As they spoke, an overwhelming aura radiated from them.

The guards of the caravan gripped their sabers tightly, their faces grim with determination, ready for a desperate battle.

But to Yi Feng, these so-called "terrifying" bandits, after declaring their cultivation levels, held no intimidation whatsoever. They might as well have been a bunch of toddlers running around in diapers!

Damn…

They really are just Dao Attainment trash.

With such weak cultivation, shouldn’t they be hiding away and training for a few hundred years instead of playing bandits? Unbelievable.

Did I really come to the wrong place?

Yi Feng’s expression darkened as a bad feeling crept over him.

He took another step forward and asked in a deep voice,

"Is this not Lan Star?"

The moment the question left his lips, everyone froze.

The bandits were stunned for a second before bursting into hysterical laughter, tears nearly streaming from their eyes.

"Is this kid spouting nonsense?"

"If this isn’t Lan Star, then where else would it be?"

"Hahaha! He must’ve been scared senseless by our overwhelming power!"

Wait… this really is Lan Star?

Yi Feng was taken aback. He turned to the guard captain for confirmation.

Before he could speak, the captain urgently warned him,

"Step back, quickly!"

"Even if we’re weak, we won’t abandon you in the face of danger!"

Seeing the tense and solemn expressions around him, Yi Feng finally snapped back to reality.

So…

He hadn’t come to the wrong place after all. This planet was indeed Lan Star.

But why is Lan Star so pathetically weak?

Then again, these lowly bandits were probably just frogs at the bottom of a well, never having encountered true power.

On such a vast planet, it made sense that there’d be some insignificant weaklings.

With that thought, Yi Feng let out a relaxed sigh.

The bandits misinterpreted his expression, assuming he was relieved because the guards had promised to protect him. Their laughter grew even more derisive.

"Hahahaha!"

"They can’t even protect themselves, and you actually believe they’ll save you?"

"Kid, do you even know how powerful the Dao Attainment realm is? How dare you look down on us just because these ants made you a promise?"

"Such ignorance is laughable!"

Now that his doubts had been cleared, Yi Feng had no patience left for their nonsense.

He took a single step forward.

That one step sent the surrounding guards into a panic, their faces paling as they shouted warnings.

"Young Master Yi, don’t act recklessly!"

"The Dao Attainment realm is beyond anything you can handle!"

"Young Master—"

Before they could finish, Yi Feng casually flicked his hand.

A fierce gale erupted, and the "invincible" Cangshan Seven Eagles were sent flying like shooting stars, vanishing into the blue sky!

"Whoosh—"

The fading sound was almost melodic.

The entire caravan stood frozen in shock.

The guards, their captain, even the horses—all were left gaping, their mouths hanging open.

The young lady in the carriage covered her lips with delicate fingers, her beautiful eyes trembling in disbelief.

Silence fell over the scene, so quiet that even breathing could be heard.

No one could have imagined that the infamous Cangshan Seven Eagles would be sent flying with a single casual wave from this unassuming young man.

Such power…

It was truly terrifying!

Seeing their stunned expressions, Yi Feng realized they were just ordinary cultivators who’d never witnessed true strength.

He smiled reassuringly.

"It’s fine now. Let’s keep moving."

The guards snapped out of their daze, bowing repeatedly in apology and gratitude, their voices trembling with awe.

"Y-Young Master Yi!"

"Forgive our ignorance, Senior Yi! We had no idea of your true power!"

"Thank you for saving us, Senior! We’ll never forget your kindness!"

The beautiful young lady quickly stepped out of the carriage and approached with a graceful bow.

"Thank you for your help, Senior!"

The flurry of reverence made Yi Feng slightly uncomfortable.

He scratched his head awkwardly and waved them off.

"Don’t worry about it. No need for formalities."

"And stop calling me ‘Senior.’ We’re just travelers who happened to cross paths. No need to be so stiff."

Hearing his humble words, the young lady’s admiration deepened.

Such modesty and lack of arrogance—truly the mark of a hidden master.

She bowed again, though her reverence remained.

"Thank you… Young Master Yi."

"My name is Song Yuting. If I may ask, what realm have you reached? And are you in a hurry to reach Moon God Pavilion? If not, perhaps you’d honor us by visiting our humble home? We’d like to prepare a modest meal to express our gratitude."

Her words were carefully chosen, and every guard watched Yi Feng with bated breath.

Under their expectant gazes, Yi Feng gave a vague reply, not bothering with formalities.

"I have some business at Moon God Pavilion. As for my cultivation… I’m just a bit stronger than those guys earlier. A meal sounds fine, but really, no need to be so polite."

Since he was new to Lan Star and unfamiliar with the situation, gathering information was necessary to avoid further misunderstandings. Plus, he hadn’t had a decent meal in a while, so he saw no reason to refuse.

But to Song Yuting, his words carried a different meaning.

Anyone with business at Moon God Pavilion must be formidable.

"A bit stronger than the Cangshan Seven Eagles"?

Stronger than Dao Attainment, but not by much—that would place him at the Half-Saint realm.

Having pieced it together, Song Yuting’s admiration didn’t waver, and she maintained her gentle smile.

"I see."

"If Young Master Yi agrees, we’ll head to our home first. After expressing our gratitude, you may proceed to Moon God Pavilion at your leisure."

Yi Feng nodded cheerfully.

The caravan resumed its journey, with the guards now far more respectful. He was even invited to ride in the carriage, enjoying pleasant conversation, delicate pastries, and fragrant tea along the way—a truly enjoyable trip.

Before a day had passed, the carriage arrived at a grand estate, stopping before its imposing gates.

Yi Feng was warmly welcomed inside the magnificent courtyard.

With Miss Song Yuting personally welcoming him and recounting the journey's events, the host, Song Decai, was filled with gratitude. With a wave of his hand, he arranged a lavish banquet, where cups clinked and laughter never ceased.

After a good while of feasting and conversation, Yi Feng gradually became familiar with the situation.

This place was called Song Family Village, and as the name suggested, it had been the ancestral home of the Song family for generations. Though it sounded ordinary, it had produced cultivators across generations—a feat even the average sects of Yunxing could hardly match.

In Yi Feng's eyes, they might all be insignificant, but they were indeed far stronger than the common folk of Yunxing. Even a roadside village like this was so impressive—let alone the Moon God Pavilion, which everyone revered. It must be teeming with experts.

Hearing all these descriptions, Yi Feng's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Just as he raised his cup, a furious roar suddenly erupted from outside the gate!

"Bastards!"

"Where is Song Decai?!"

The angry voice carried extraordinary pressure, stirring a fierce gale in the courtyard!

Clearly, this newcomer was far stronger than the bandits from before.

Yi Feng froze at the sound. Was this a case of "defeat the small, and the old come seeking revenge"? Had he stumbled into a den of bandits?