Feng Wuxi stepped forward to stop them in time, his eyes filled with boundless hatred, yet he still managed to restrain himself. "She's right. In his eyes, you're like you don't exist. Don't go and get yourself killed."

"Senior Brother Feng, did Junior Sister and Junior Brother die in vain?!"

All the disciples were filled with hatred, but due to Feng Wuxi's orders, they did not move again. They just glared venomously at Jun Feijue, "Just now, two of our junior brothers also died!"

"Of course I know, but if you rush in now, what will you do but die in vain?"

Feng Wuxi said sternly to the group, "Listen up, all of you. Since she hasn't made a move, it means there's still hope. I'm going to negotiate with her."

"Senior Brother Feng!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Daoxing Sect instantly had tears in their eyes.

They were filled with regret. If they had listened to him and sped up their journey, perhaps Jun Feijue wouldn't have caught up with them, leading to this irreversible situation.

It should be noted that Feng Wuxi has always been the hope of the sect and a prodigy. He has never bowed his head to anyone, and he would only nod and greet the sect elders.

Because his status in the sect was too high.

Not only is he exceptionally talented, but he is also the grandson of Feng Weichen, an elder of the sect. With this connection, he has held a noble status since birth.

But now, they have to bow down to a lowly woman because of them. They hate her to the core. If they could, they would bite Jun Feijue to death.

They also hated their own incompetence. If they weren't so useless, they wouldn't be hiding behind Senior Brother Feng like cowards, and they wouldn't even be able to guarantee that Senior Brother Feng would leave safely in the end.

If something really happens to Senior Brother Feng here, they will be held responsible even if they die a thousand deaths.

"Speak your terms."

Feng Wuxi stepped forward, looked up at Jun Feijue, and his eyes flickered slightly.

The woman before him, though her demeanor was as cold as ice, possessed undeniable beauty and formidable strength. If they weren't enemies, she would be the most suitable candidate to be his wife.

Unfortunately, they were destined to be enemies.

"You, come with me."

Jun Feijue looked at Feng Wuxi and said calmly, "Furthermore, acknowledge me as your master."

The reason for this decision was that she did not know how to cure the poison in her body, so Feng Wuxi could not die yet.

However, if you just carry him around, he's like a time bomb. To ensure absolute safety, it's necessary to have him recognized as an owner.

"Bullshit!"

Before Feng Wuxi could even speak, several female disciples from the Daoxing Sect shouted shrilly, "You shameless woman! Don't you even look at yourself? You actually dare to covet our Senior Brother Feng! It's disgusting!"

"That's right, our Senior Brother Feng is of noble status, what right do you have to be his master!"

The other Daoxing Sect disciples were also furious when they heard this. "Stop daydreaming. A toad can never be worthy of a swan."

"Of noble status?"

Jun Feijue never really cared about insults, but her attitude towards the word "noble" remained unchanged.

She first tilted her head and thought about Di Moyu's identity, then looked at Feng Wuxi suspiciously, and finally made a judgment: these people were not even worth mentioning in front of Di Moyu, and there was really no comparison.