Chapter 1252: Fortunes Wheel Turns

Yi Feng's calm demeanor stemmed from his vast experience—he had grown accustomed to such situations. Before taking action, he had already anticipated every possible outcome, harboring little hope to begin with, so disappointment was out of the question.

At least he had done a good deed and gained some experience. It wasn’t a wasted effort.

Besides, he wasn’t killing indiscriminately.

Even after hearing only a rough account of the situation, he had come prepared before making his move!

Since there was a mine and the ability to enslave so many cultivators, this so-called Black Dragon Divine Guard must be formidable. Stirring up trouble here would undoubtedly attract a major boss!

Surely, the factions of the Godfall Land couldn’t all be weaklings, right?

From the very beginning, this battle had been part of Yi Feng’s plan.

He had everything under control!

As Yi Feng landed gracefully, his expression remained unreadable.

The surrounding cultivators were even more awestruck, deeply impressed by the composed demeanor of this senior. They clasped their fists in gratitude, their eyes brimming with reverence.

Tsk tsk.

Now this was what they called "a true master who hides their prowess"!

Only now did everyone realize why Yi Feng had acted so unconventionally before—why he had dared to defy the ancient laws of the Guzhou Sect and even crossed the vast sea.

In the face of absolute strength, all so-called rules and dangers were nothing but fleeting clouds!

Even Lin Ruochen and the others, who came from notable backgrounds, bowed with admiration.

"Senior’s righteousness puts us to shame..."

Yi Feng humbly returned the gesture, tactfully dismissing the crowd.

"There’s no need for formalities."

"Now that no one is guarding you, if you can leave, do so as soon as possible."

After all, he had just wrecked their operation. It was only a matter of time before reinforcements arrived. Yi Feng had no reservations—he was ready for whatever came, life or death, but he refused to drag others into it.

Yet as soon as his advice left his lips, the disheveled cultivators exchanged uneasy glances.

"This..."

"Senior! The captain is dead, and our cultivation seals have been lifted. Even if we’re not strong, we can still lend a hand!"

"Exactly! Senior risked himself to help us—how can we just flee for our own lives?"

"We’re all outsiders here. We should stand together!"

"Right! With so many of us and Senior leading the charge, now that we’ve started, we might as well go all out!"

Voices rose in fervor, their blood boiling from the recent battle.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Feng found himself surrounded by a sea of people, feeling somewhat like the leader of a beggar sect.

He was at a loss for words.

These people meant well, but why were they so stubborn? He was here to seek death, yet they insisted on joining him. Were all cultivators this chivalrous?

Why couldn’t he ever talk them out of it?!

Come on.

You’ve all been cultivating for thousands, if not tens of thousands of years. Can’t we be a little more rational?

Seeing their fighting spirit ignite, Yi Feng could only pull a stern face and urge caution.

"Everyone!"

"To be frank, a fierce battle lies ahead. Even I may not prevail. Staying here is extremely dangerous—the elite Black Dragon Divine Guard might arrive, and survival would be a miracle!"

"Your loyalty moves me, but you must leave now. We’ll meet again!"

Instead of dissuading them, his words only fueled their determination.

Several old men rolled up their sleeves on the spot!

"Senior Yi Feng, you underestimate us! We’ve endured enough humiliation. Now that our cultivation is restored, we won’t back down—even if we die, we’ll fight alongside you!"

"True! We didn’t come to the Godfall Land to live like cowards. Let’s make our stand!"

"Win or lose, we’ll fight with everything we’ve got—let’s take down those so-called elites!"

"Fear no battle—that’s our way!"

Even Lin Ruochen stepped forward, gritting his teeth as he bowed.

"Senior, we all wish to stand with you. This matter is settled! We’ve suffered enough disgrace—many of us have had our Dao hearts shaken. If we cower now, our cultivation will never reach greater heights."

Watching the crowd’s fiery resolve, Yi Feng could only sigh helplessly.

"Fine… if that’s how it is."

He was here to gamble with his life, and so were they. Since they understood the risks and had made their choice, he couldn’t force them otherwise.

As he lifted his gaze in resignation, Yi Feng noticed the Black Dragon Divine Guard members still frozen mid-air.

Blinking in confusion, he called out,

"Hey, why haven’t you run away yet?"

His tone was even more casual than the late captain’s, yet it carried an overwhelming confidence that sent shivers down everyone’s spines.

Hiss—

The hundred-odd Black Dragon Divine Guard members gasped in unison.

A madman!

This guy was truly a madman!

To kill their captain with a single sword strike and then ask such a taunting question—his strength and methods were undoubtedly terrifying. In his eyes, they were less than ants!

How the tables had turned. Now, they were the ants.

Run?

What a mocking question!

They weren’t fools!

If they could run, would they still be here?

Trembling with fear, the Black Dragon Divine Guard suppressed their resentment and immediately dropped to the ground, kowtowing in surrender.

"Senior, spare us! We submit to your judgment!"

Yi Feng was taken aback.

Seeing hundreds of people prostrating so sincerely—some genuinely terrified, others seemingly repentant—left him at a loss. How was he supposed to "judge" them?

Kill them all?

They weren’t demons, and they had already admitted their wrongs. He wasn’t some executioner—he couldn’t just slaughter them indiscriminately.

After some thought, he turned to the cultivators.

"Everyone, I’ll leave their fate in your hands."

The cultivators clasped their fists, and suggestions poured in.

"Senior Yi Feng, some of them have blood on their hands—they must pay with their lives!"

"Senior, I propose they experience mining for themselves—let them taste the humiliation we endured!"

"A brilliant idea!"

Yi Feng nodded in approval.

"Fair enough!"

"Those with blood debts will answer for it. The rest will mine in your place. We’ll wait here for their reinforcements and prepare for battle!"

As Yi Feng’s words rang out, the cultivators bowed in unison, and the Black Dragon Divine Guard obediently complied.

Before long, the mine was bustling with activity again—only now, the roles were reversed.

The Black Dragon Divine Guard members had their cultivation sealed, toiling like common laborers, sweating and panting as they hauled ore, not daring to slack off even slightly.

What else could they do? Their opponents had gained a powerful backer. They had to accept reality—survival came before pride.

Dignity? Worthless compared to staying alive.

The cultivators stood guard, reveling in the sight of their former oppressors mining.

Whenever a Black Dragon Divine Guard member showed signs of slacking, a single glance sent them scrambling back to work, digging with desperate fervor, each trying to outdo the other.

Behind them, the cultivators had set up a pavilion where the "madman" Yi Feng sipped tea leisurely. His fearless demeanor sent chills down the spines of the Black Dragon Divine Guard.

To them, his relaxed posture was a thousand times more terrifying than their late captain’s tyranny.

Soon, the mining efficiency soared—the Black Dragon Divine Guard had become human excavators!