"Then may I ask... Brother Ming, how did you do it?" Zhuo Qiran asked.
Everyone perked up their ears, falling silent to listen closely to the truth.
Mechanical puppet figures, these were one of Ming Zhitian's trump cards, and he had no intention of revealing everything.
He smiled faintly, "I spent three days setting up all the traps and lured the elites of the Mingtian Cult into the dense forest. They were divided into three teams, which allowed me to defeat them one by one. It was pure luck, pure luck."
Zhuo Qiran nodded, "So that's how it was."
The crowd whispered, "Tsk, so he didn't win honorably. I thought he could defeat a hundred Mingtian Cult elites single-handedly. Using underhanded tactics, nothing more."
Someone spoke up indignantly, "Even so, it's still his capability."
A group of onlookers was dismissive, "There was clearly a lot of luck involved here. His ancestors must have burned incense for eight lifetimes."
Zhuo Qiran asked again, "Brother Ming, what are your thoughts on the Mingtian Cult? Do you have any methods to deal with them?"
Ming Zhitian said, "To be honest, besides fighting the Mingtian Cult elites, I've also exchanged blows with six of their 法佬 (Fǎlǎo)."
Everyone present had fought Mingtian Cult disciples, at most the three young masters of the Mingtian Cult, but no one had ever heard of anyone fighting a 法佬 (Fǎlǎo).
Zhuo Qiran's interest was piqued, "What are their strengths?"
Ming Zhitian replied truthfully, "The remaining five 法佬 (Fǎlǎo) are all at the second level of the Shenwei realm. Although they have many ruthless techniques, they are currently not to be feared. My main concern is the fifth大法佬 (Fǎlǎo), whose cultivation has reached the third level of the Shenwei realm, making him a bit troublesome."
Zhuo Qiran and Fei Jiang fell into thought. The crowd disbelieved, "You fought six 法佬 (Fǎlǎo) of the Mingtian Cult and are still unharmed? You're just bragging!"
"I see you're only at the Shenluo realm, with no spiritual energy fluctuations on you. Are you a martial cultivator?"
"A martial cultivator? So you are!"
The atmosphere immediately became a buzz of murmurs, with dissatisfaction, accusations of exaggeration, and some even outright saying, "Throw this scoundrel out!"
Zhuo Qiran silenced the clamor, "Quiet, quiet! Listen to me. Everyone here is a righteous person who has come to crusade against the Mingtian Cult. We are united against a common enemy, not engaging in petty arguments. We should use this energy to kill more Mingtian Cult members."
"Well said, but what's the use of that? We still don't have a concrete plan."
Zhuo Qiran said, "I believe in Brother Ming. Please continue, tell us your views."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Although the six大佬 (Dàlǎo) are skilled and their cultivation is strong, we have at least eight hundred people here, while they only have six. If they dare to come, we will ensure they never return. To be frank, I was forced to a dead end by them, which is why I came to seek refuge at Wanping Villa."
Someone recognized Ming Zhitian, "I know who this kid is!"
"Who?"
The person pointed, "He is a fugitive from the Seven Great Continents, the grave robber that everyone wants to eliminate!"
"What? He's that person! Give me back my ancestors' graves!"
"Yes, yes! Give us back our beautiful land!"
The cries of讨伐 (tǎofá) continued, and Ming Zhitian instantly became the focus, and the target of condemnation. He had already taken two steps back, preparing to slip away.
"Wait!" Zhuo Qiran, valuing talent, could not bear to see Ming Zhitian fall into such a state, "Everyone, listen to me. Brother Ming may have countless difficulties. How can you be sure he is the one who dug up your ancestral graves?"