Ming Zhitian waved his hand dismissively, "It was nothing, no need for thanks. Killing more of the Mingtian Cult would be thanks enough."
"We shall obey Young Master Ming's command."
Hu Sangong emerged from the crowd, walking slowly and feebly towards Ming Zhitian, "Young Master Ming, this old man wishes to recommend you to be the alliance leader of this year's Demon Extermination Assembly. What do you think?"
Immediate agreement erupted, "Yes, yes, yes! After the death of Master Zhuo, Young Master Ming is the rightful heir to the position of alliance leader for the Demon Extermination Assembly!"
Ming Zhitian shook his head, "I dare not accept. I am accustomed to idleness. You want me to lead troops into battle? Impossible."
They had expected Ming Zhitian to accept without hesitation. The power of leading a thousand men was something every person present would have craved to seize for themselves, but they lacked the ability.
They were merely coveting Ming Zhitian's elixirs. Each harbored their own selfish intentions. Now, they spoke righteously of hunting down the Mingtian Cult, but when the real moment arrived, they would betray him to save their own lives.
Today, if Ming Zhitian had not intervened in time, after the two women were harmed, it would have been their turn, these timid cowards.
Hu Sangong still tried to persuade him, "Young Master Ming, please accept. The position of alliance leader is yours by right."
Ming Zhitian waved his hand, "My mind is made up. Please do not try to persuade me further. The position of alliance leader should be held by someone capable."
"Alas," Hu Sangong shook his head helplessly, what a pity.
Of course, they were still immersed in the relief brought by Ming Zhitian, like a long-awaited rain. Once the rain subsided, they would still remember Ming Zhitian's grave-robbing incident. By then, Ming Zhitian would surely face endless trouble. He understood this and thought it best to slip away early.
Suddenly, a scoundrel stepped forward. He dusted himself off and looked leisurely at Ming Zhitian, "Say, where did you get so many elixirs? Are you perhaps a spy for the Mingtian Cult?"
"..." The crowd wondered who this person was. Wasn't this pure ingratitude? They all looked at him as if he were an idiot.
Ming Zhitian looked up, "If I wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as lifting a finger. If I leave, what can you do to me?"
The man shivered internally and stumbled back two steps, falling into the crowd and inadvertently stepping on someone else's foot.
The person whose foot was stepped on, enraged, threw a punch at him. Everyone assumed the man had been punched because of Ming Zhitian and soon joined in the beating.
Gradually, more and more people joined the brawl, beating the man who had "slandered" Ming Zhitian until his face was bruised and swollen, a pig's head that even his mother wouldn't recognize.
Ming Zhitian took the opportunity to slip away, "Since some people do not welcome me, Ming Zhitian, I shall leave. Farewell! Ru Xian, Ru Hua."
Hua Ru Xian and Hua Ru Hua followed. Hu Sangong called out, "Young Master Ming, please wait..."
"Don't go, Young Master Ming, we were having such a good conversation..."
Ming Zhitian paid them no mind. They were all enemies. He needed to escape quickly. One more step and they would come to settle the score for digging up their ancestors' graves.
Shortly after Ming Zhitian and the two women left, someone realized, "Not good!"
"What is it?"
"We haven't settled the score for him robbing our ancestral graves yet! Hu Sangong, how are we going to handle this?"
The stout man with fat ears said, "Hurry and chase after them!"
The skinny monkey said, "Chase what? They're long gone."
...
Indeed, Ming Zhitian had vanished. The three of them were now thousands of miles away from Wanping Manor.
Hua Ru Xian said, "Stop! Ming Zhitian, what are you rushing for? Where are you going?"
Ming Zhitian looked behind him, "We should be safe now."
Hua Ru Hua asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Ming Zhitian said, "Did you forget about me digging up their ancestral graves?"