Chapter 28: Villains Like Ghosts

"I agree."

Mo Changhen thought for a moment and nodded.

There wasn't just one Huangluan Grass; if he could truly obtain one to give to Chu Fengmian, it wouldn't matter.

After all, if they waited for the experts from Wusheng Academy to arrive, the Huangluan Grass might be discovered by someone else in the meantime, and they wouldn't get even a single one.

"We agree as well."

Seeing Mo Changhen nod, Yun Jialan and Yue Zhanqing also nodded in agreement.

Their group was originally led by Mo Changhen. Furthermore, Chu Fengmian had truly saved their lives just now; one Huangluan Grass was enough to be considered a repayment for that favor.

Currently, only Wang He seemed hesitant, as if he wanted to say something.

However, seeing that everyone else had agreed, he could only nod helplessly to indicate his consent.

"Alright then, there's no time to lose. Let's move quickly, otherwise, it will be disastrous if we are discovered by others."

Seeing the consensus, Hao Lan spoke up urgently. Everyone swallowed several medicinal pills to recover from their injuries before hurriedly departing.

"One more thing."

Just as they were about to leave, Chu Fengmian suddenly spoke up.

This left the other five somewhat puzzled, especially Wang He, whose expression already showed signs of impatience.

He hadn't wanted Chu Fengmian to share the Huangluan Grass in the first place, and seeing that Chu Fengmian still had something to say made him even more irritable.

"I have a grudge and conflict with someone from Wusheng Academy. If I travel with you, I might implicate you. You should think carefully about this," Chu Fengmian said.

He did not intend to hide the previous conflict with the Young Hall Master of the Wuyan Hall; after all, this was a mess Chu Fengmian had caused, and he did not want to drag others into it.

"Someone from Wusheng Academy?"

Hearing Chu Fengmian's words, the expressions of the five people turned strange.

"Who is it?"

Mo Changhen was the first to ask.

Even among the people of Wusheng Academy, there were hierarchies. If it were just an ordinary disciple, given their status, they wouldn't need to care at all.

"I don't know his name, but he said he is the Young Hall Master of the Wuyan Hall," Chu Fengmian replied.

Wusheng Academy consisted of countless halls. Based on the memories of Chu Fengmian's current body, he only knew of the existence of Wusheng Academy but knew nothing of its internal intricacies.

"The Young Hall Master of Wuyan Hall? Ding Hao?"

Mo Changhen blurted out.

Clearly, he had also immediately realized who it was.

"It really is him. I knew it—the only person who causes trouble every single day is that useless fellow," Hao Lan said coldly from the side, clearly holding no goodwill toward Ding Hao.

"Indeed, that guy has also come to the Desolate Mountain Range for training. They call it training, but he brought a whole entourage of servants; he's basically just out for a stroll," Mo Changhen added coldly.

With Ding Hao's personality, he was notorious within Wusheng Academy.

"Brother Chu, do not worry. Even if this Ding Hao comes looking for trouble, just say you are our friend. I, Mo, would like to see what he can actually do," Mo Changhen said nonchalantly, glancing at Chu Fengmian.

Notably, when mentioning Ding Hao, the tone of this group was filled with disdain, which surprised Chu Fengmian.

Ding Hao was, after all, a Young Hall Master of a hall in Wusheng Academy, yet these people didn't seem to care at all.

*It seems their current status in Wusheng Academy is not low. At the very least, those who can become inner disciples must possess some level of influence,* Chu Fengmian thought to himself.

Inner disciples of Wusheng Academy were not easily attained. Generally speaking, while an ordinary martial artist might find it difficult enough just to enter Wusheng Academy as an outer disciple, the inner sect was reserved only for the geniuses among geniuses.

Aside from the true monsters, many inner disciples were also descendants of the various great families of Wusheng Academy or the children of the various Hall Masters.

"Brother Chu, don't worry. If that Ding Hao dares to cause you trouble, I'll deal with him," Hao Lan said with a loud laugh.

"Let's go. Let's head to that pool."

"Right, the Huangluan Grass is more important. Let's hurry."

The group immediately set off, heading toward the location of the pool.

In the Desolate Mountain Range, danger was everywhere. Even places that seemed ordinary could hide extremely dangerous demonic beasts.

After inquiring about the specific location of the pool, Chu Fengmian took the lead, guiding the group.

As they traveled, walking at the front allowed Chu Fengmian to occasionally overhear the conversations behind him.

"Senior Brother Mo, why did you agree to give this kid the Huangluan Grass? You should know how precious it is; in Wusheng Academy, it's worth enough to exchange for hundreds of thousands of contribution points."

Wang He stole a glance at Chu Fengmian, and seeing him walking ahead, he whispered to Mo Changhen.

"In my opinion, he doesn't seem to be from any great power. Giving him a little benefit should have been enough. Giving away a whole Huangluan Grass is simply too wasteful," Hao Lan said indignantly upon hearing Wang He's words.

"Wang He, you're being unfair. Brother Chu just saved our lives. Is one Huangluan Grass really worth less than the lives of the five of us?"

"No, he saved our lives, and we can naturally repay him once we return to Wusheng Academy. But that one Huangluan Grass... the price is too high!"

Wang He's words were filled with greed. A single Huangluan Grass was worth an astronomical sum; the thought of giving one away for nothing made his heart ache.

"Junior Brother Wang, stop talking. I have already agreed to this. One Huangluan Grass can be considered repayment for Brother Chu's life-saving favor," Mo Changhen said calmly.

"Exactly, Senior Brother Wang, you are being too stingy. Is our life really not worth a single spiritual herb?"

Yun Jialan, who had remained silent until now, also spoke up, her tone showing dissatisfaction with Wang He's words.

"Damn it! You people!"

Suddenly targeted by the group, Wang He realized he could no longer say anything. He merely let out a cold snort and silently moved to the back.

*You people completely fail to understand the value of the Huangluan Grass!*

*Everyone is targeting me!*

*This kid saved us! He must have targeted our status just to get some benefits!*

Walking at the very end of the line, Wang He thought viciously.

Although Wang He's conversation with the others was very quiet, it was still heard by Chu Fengmian.

A cold smirk couldn't help but appear at the corner of Chu Fengmian's mouth.

Many martial artists valued profit above all else and were willing to use any means necessary to obtain resources; Wang He was clearly that type of person.

However, his resentment had nothing to do with Chu Fengmian. The Huangluan Grass was something Chu Fengmian deserved. But if Wang He dared to cause trouble in the shadows, Chu Fengmian would not be polite.

*I will not attack unless attacked, but if someone attacks me, I will surely strike back.* This was Chu Fengmian's long-standing principle.