"I concede!"
After a fierce internal struggle, Wu Tianfeng finally lowered his head.
For a young master of the Chi Hua Society who prided himself on his arrogance, this was undoubtedly a punishment second only to death.
As the crowd sighed, Yan Shouyi stared silently at Wu Tianfeng.
His gaze was indifferent, as if he were looking at an ant, weighing whether to crush it.
After all, Yan Shouyi's original plan was to kill this menace, Wu Tianfeng, in the arena. However, a more wicked demonic monk had appeared midway, making the second-generation scion Wu Tianfeng seem as pure as a blank sheet of paper by comparison.
But evil was evil. Wu Tianfeng's actions against the inheritors of folk sects and the harm he inflicted on Tian Jue'er would not be forgiven simply because of the demonic monk's appearance.
It was just that Yan Shouyi no longer had an excuse to kill Wu Tianfeng, so he could only let him leave.
"Scram."
The moment Yan Shouyi shifted his gaze, Wu Tianfeng felt a wave of relief.
Only then did he realize that his entire body was covered in cold sweat, soaking his collar.
His shoulders ached as if he had been carrying a great mountain just moments ago.
"Go... let's go!"
Wu Tianfeng turned and left dejectedly, like a stray dog with its tail between its legs.
The members of the Chi Hua Society were no different, unable to hold their heads up.
Although the spectators regretted that Wu Tianfeng was not killed, they still felt a sense of satisfaction seeing his current pathetic state.
They cursed and drove the Chi Hua Society members away.
Soon, Wu Tianfeng left in a Chi Hua Society vehicle.
After driving away the Chi Hua Society, the spectators felt a sense of triumph.
Looking back at the ruined arena, the corpse of Shi Kui, and Yan Shouyi standing amidst the debris, the confused hearts of the crowd suddenly found direction.
That direction was Yan Shouyi!
Without a doubt, after this battle, the name Yan Shouyi would resonate throughout the Nine Provinces!
Both folk sects and prestigious orthodox sects would soon learn of Yan Shouyi's great name and his feat of beheading the reincarnation of Ashura in Rongcheng with a single saber!
What was even more commendable was that Yan Shouyi had withstood the trials of the demonic monk, proving his character and that he was an absolute gentleman in this world.
Sometimes, heroes are also opportunists. The world is not short of opportunists, but true gentlemen are rare.
Seeing the excitement on everyone's faces, Wang Jiwang knew it was time for him to make his appearance.
So he stepped forward and announced loudly, "Everyone, the Folklore Research Society is now completely open to the outside world. As long as you are an inheritor of a folk sect, you can join our Folklore Research Society!"
Immediately, many inheritors of folk sects who had been hesitant raised their hands to join the Folklore Research Society.
The Folklore Research Society offered good benefits, excellent treatment, and a pleasant environment, and with a strong figure like Yan Shouyi to protect them, everyone was eager to join.
In an instant, Wang Jiwang was submerged by the crowd. Ah Gong, Luo Ning, He Xiping, and Weng Qianxiang quickly went to help with the registration.
The Folklore Research Society suddenly became bustling.
Seeing this scene, Yan Shouyi's mood brightened, much like the weather clearing after the rain.
He glanced back at Lin Zitong and the others. Lin Zitong smiled at him from afar, her smile full of affection. Unfortunately, it wasn't captured by Long Feicheng's camera, otherwise, it would have attracted countless fans in the live broadcast and drawn a barrage of comments like "The revenge for taking my wife is irreconcilable."
"Hoo..."
Yan Shouyi sheathed his Ancestral Dragon Sword and Soul Slayer Blade, then released the Heavenly Thunder Control Fire Art to burn Shi Kui's corpse. He silently said, "Esteemed seniors, your junior avenged you!"
After dealing with Shi Kui's body, Yan Shouyi remembered the seven demon-sealing nails that Shi Kui had removed earlier.
He collected the seven demon-sealing nails scattered in the ruins one by one.
The demon-sealing nails were nearly thirty centimeters long, slightly longer than chopsticks, and as thick as an infant's arm. They were covered in dried, black bloodstains and exuded a terrifying power.
The demon-sealing nails were originally coffin nails. Having been nailed into coffins for a long time, they absorbed the evil energies from corpses and the earth, making them different from ordinary wooden nails.
To refine coffin nails into demon-sealing nails required many troublesome procedures.
The process of making demon-sealing nails was thoroughly recorded in Yan Shouyi's Luban Scroll. However, with his current conditions, it would be somewhat difficult to refine them into demon-sealing nails.
Now that these seven demon-sealing nails were in Yan Shouyi's possession, they could be considered a reward for killing Shi Kui.
"Although I couldn't kill Wu Tianfeng, at least the purpose of promoting the Folklore Research Society has been achieved. Besides that, I also obtained seven demon-sealing nails and the Demon Refining Pot, which is not bad."
Yan Shouyi was in high spirits and walked slowly off the stage to reunite with Lin Zitong and the others.
...
Sitting in the car on the way back, Wu Tianfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead while trying to contact his father.
But he couldn't get through at all!
The Left Guardian comforted him, "Young Master, don't worry, perhaps... perhaps..."
The Left Guardian fumbled for words, unable to find any words of comfort for Wu Tianfeng.
They were unaware that the Chi Hua Society's secrets had been exposed, so they instinctively assumed that their incompetence had angered Wu Jianchou.
As a result, Wu Jianchou was now not even answering Wu Tianfeng's calls.
Wu Tianfeng kicked the Left Guardian and said angrily, "If you can't speak properly, then shut up!"
He tried calling Wu Jianchou again, and it finally connected. However, the person who answered was not Wu Tianfeng but Chief Teng.
Chief Teng said, "Young Master, something has happened to the Chi Hua Society. Hostile forces in Yuzhou have now infiltrated the Chi Hua Society building, and the President has fallen into their hands!"
Wu Tianfeng was shocked, "What?!"
Chief Teng briefly explained the situation to Wu Tianfeng.
Wu Tianfeng never expected that his defeat at the hands of Yan Shouyi in Rongcheng would directly lead to the fall of the Chi Hua Society in Yuzhou.
Upon learning that his father was in danger, Wu Tianfeng became even more enraged.
He tried to remain calm and said to Chief Teng, "Chief Teng, it is fortunate that you are loyal to the Chi Hua Society. I will rush back to Yuzhou immediately. Please ensure my father's safety!"
"Young Master..." Chief Teng paused for a moment, then slowly said, "I have already defected."
Wu Tianfeng was stunned.
Before he could say anything else, Chief Teng hung up the phone, giving Wu Tianfeng no chance to ask further questions.
"You scoundrel!"
Wu Tianfeng was so angry that he smashed his phone, kicked the back of the seat in front of him repeatedly, and finally, finding the Left Guardian displeasing, slapped him several times. The Left Guardian, having lost the Demon Refining Pot, had only a tenth of his former strength and could only endure the beating.
When Wu Tianfeng stopped, the Left Guardian, with a swollen face, asked, "Young Master, what should we do now?"
Wu Tianfeng closed his eyes and slumped into his seat, saying weakly:
"Although we have been utterly defeated, Yan Shouyi will not have an easy time either... Tell the driver not to drive too far, just stop near West Lake. I want to hear the sound of Yan Shouyi crying with my own ears..."
The Left Guardian was taken aback.
Could it be that the Young Master still had a trump card?