Volume 3, Chapter 134 – You Must Kowtow and Apologize to Them

Qi Huang quickly returned to the Honghua Sect and began considering whom to consult about the matter. However, after much deliberation, she couldn’t think of a suitable mentor—after all, even Cheng Hongling, the highest-ranking cultivator here, had not yet reached the Incarnation Realm.

Qi Huang then went to the sect’s archives to search for relevant texts. Though there were books describing how to cultivate a doppelgänger, the details were extremely crude, making it impossible to follow them safely.

‘What should I do? Should I keep dreaming to extract memories from my main body?’

Qi Huang found herself in a dead end. If she continued sleeping, there was no guarantee she would wake up next time—and even if she did, her Spiritual Wisdom Soul might fully feminize by then, leading to complete “Feminine Descent.”

Left with no other choice, Qi Huang had to temporarily set aside the matter of cultivating her doppelgänger.

Returning to Orchid Courtyard, she rolled up her sleeves and immediately ducked into the greenhouse to inspect her ghost tomatoes, terrified that even the slightest mishap might occur.

Just then, an overwhelming aura erupted from inside the house, startling the surrounding birds into scattering.

Curious, Qi Huang stepped out and saw her main body emerging from the room, her delicate face now carrying a newfound confidence.

“Finally reached the seventh layer of the Unity Realm.”

The icy expression on Cheng Hongling’s face melted away, replaced by a faint, satisfied smile.

Qi Huang stared blankly, unsure whether to feel joy or worry—joy because the stronger Cheng Hongling became, the more beneficial it was for her current situation; worry because she didn’t know whether her main body would remain an ally or become an enemy in the future.

‘Forget it. Let’s focus on the present. Who can predict the future anyway?’

With this thought, Qi Huang’s mood lightened considerably.

“What are you doing?”

Cheng Hongling’s expression darkened the moment she saw her doppelgänger standing at the greenhouse entrance like a peasant girl.

“Planting vegetables! The ghost tomatoes!”

Qi Huang answered instinctively.

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“Are you ignoring my orders? I told you to cultivate, yet you’re farming?”

Cheng Hongling’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

“I think farming is better than cultivating!”

Qi Huang replied with conviction.

“What? Farming is better than cultivating?”

Cheng Hongling repeated in shock before shaking her head helplessly. “Fine. To each their own. Do as you please.”

Qi Huang sighed in relief. She had been afraid her main body would force her into cultivation, disrupting her farming efforts.

When the three-day deadline arrived, Lin Feng kept his word, arriving at the Honghua Sect with a large group of disciples carrying chests of gold, silver, and jewels. However, due to the severity of their crimes, no one received them—they were left standing in the plaza, exposed to public scrutiny.

Thousands of onlookers, both cultivators and mortals, had gathered. Without fear, they hurled insults and spat at the members of the Heyi Sect.

Lin Feng’s face twisted in humiliation, but for the sake of his sect’s survival, he had no choice but to endure.

Before long, the villagers of Bajiao Village and Panshan Village were brought to the plaza. The moment they saw Lin Feng and his disciples, they lunged forward like madmen, beating and cursing them—after all, most of them had lost family members to the Heyi Sect’s atrocities.

Qi Huang and Cheng Hongling stood nearby, maintaining “order”. If any Heyi Sect disciple dared retaliate, they would suppress them with ruthless efficiency.

As the saying goes, “A scholar would rather die than suffer humiliation”. Cultivators were beings above ordinary men—how could they tolerate being beaten and insulted by mere villagers? Eventually, one disciple snapped.

“You filthy peasant! How dare you disrespect an immortal like me?”

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A Heyi Sect disciple drew his sword, ready to strike.

“Seeking death!”

Cheng Hongling vanished from her spot, reappearing behind the disciple in an instant.

The disciple stood frozen in confusion—until his sword-wielding arm dropped from his body. Only then did the pain register, and he let out a pig-like screech.

“You—!”

Lin Feng, enraged, stepped forward to defend his disciple.

“What’s wrong, Sect Leader Lin? You can’t bear to see one disciple lose an arm? Do you know how many villagers here have lost entire families?”

Qin Quan intervened with a cold reminder.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng wisely held his tongue and merely ordered someone to bandage the disciple’s wound.

“Sect Leader Qin, I’ve delivered the compensation. May we leave now?”

Lin Feng took a deep breath and asked.

“Sect Leader Lin, have you forgotten what I told you three days ago?”

Qi Huang suddenly spoke up, stepping forward slowly.

“If I recall correctly, I also demanded that you apologize to them.”

Lin Feng’s expression shifted through a myriad of emotions before he finally turned and bowed to the villagers.

“I, Lin Feng, have wronged you all. I beg for your magnanimous forgiveness!”

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The villagers were stunned. The lofty leader of the Heyi Sect was bowing to lowly peasants like them? The thought alone dissipated much of their resentment, and they hesitated to continue their assault.

“Is this acceptable now?”

Lin Feng asked through clenched teeth.

“I’m afraid not. I promised them you would kowtow in apology.”

Qi Huang shook her head unrelentingly.

“What? Kowtow?!”

Lin Feng’s eyes bulged, his lips trembling violently.

“Yes, you heard correctly.”

Qi Huang’s face remained impassive.

Lin Feng’s expression darkened—this demand had clearly crossed his bottom line.

“Fairy Hongling, let’s just drop it! We’re already satisfied with this outcome.”

The villagers murmured among themselves before sending an elderly representative to mediate. They didn’t want the Honghua Sect to earn the Heyi Sect’s lasting enmity—nor did they wish to provoke further retaliation.

“You may be satisfied, but I am not.”

Qi Huang declared firmly, her voice ringing with authority.

“Lin Feng, do you know how many families in these villages were wiped out because of your sect? The compensation you’ve brought is only for those present—what about the annihilated households? Have you compensated them? Kneeling is the least you can do to apologize to their departed souls. Is that really too much to ask?”

Lin Feng’s face paled, momentarily speechless.

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“Fairy Hongling is right! What about the families who were completely wiped out? They can’t be forgotten!”

“Yes! We have no right to forgive these beasts on their behalf!”

“Making him kowtow is already showing mercy!”

The villagers’ fury reignited, and even the spectators nodded in agreement.

Cheng Hongling shot her doppelgänger a surprised glance. Though usually timid, this girl showed no fear when it truly mattered—what a strange person.

What Cheng Hongling didn’t realize was that her doppelgänger wasn’t timid—she was insecure.

And insecurity was subjective. Qi Huang felt no inferiority facing these beasts; her insecurity only surfaced in the presence of her main body, a peerless fairy like Cheng Hongling.

“Whether you’re willing or not, you will kowtow today. Otherwise, don’t even think about leaving the Honghua Sect alive.”

Qi Huang’s voice turned icy as she recalled the two distant relatives she had lost—her fury surging anew.

Lin Feng’s face twisted in conflict. Though her words held truth, how could the esteemed leader of the Heyi Sect kneel before a bunch of peasants? If he did, how could he ever show his face again?

“Have you made up your mind? We don’t have all day to waste on you.”

Qi Huang pressed impatiently.

Cornered, Lin Feng’s aged face flushed crimson.

“Seems you can’t decide. Let me help you.”

The moment Qi Huang spoke, her immense divine sense crashed down upon Lin Feng like a tidal wave.

Caught off guard, Lin Feng’s legs buckled—and he dropped to his knees before the villagers.