But the atmosphere around the old man seemed unusual. Some cultivators surrounded the family of the elderly man quietly, among them were He Shu and some others who were protecting the elderly man. The situation seemed to have reached its boiling point.

Aside from the group of people who surrounded the old man and He Shu, some others had already left after noticing the abnormal situation. Xie Yan, Old Patriarch Xie, and other members of the Xie family stood nearby, observing the situation. When they saw her walking down the stairs, they approached her joyfully.

She averted her gaze and looked around. She moved slowly toward the dying elderly man and noticed that half of the elderly man’s people were fighting each other with equal ferocity as if they wanted to use the elderly man’s injury to take his life.

“Did he fall?” Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows as she looked at He Shu.

“Young Master Jiu, you came down?” He Shu was overjoyed as soon as he saw her. “I was afraid you’d fall off the top, so it was good to see you were safe.”

As he talked, he recalled Feng Jiu’s question and hurriedly answered. “Senior fell. But, when he fell, his clan members were fighting among themselves. Some wanted to pick him up, while others tried to stop it. I couldn’t stand by and watch, so I gave him a hand. I had no idea that these people would attack us.”

Feng Jiu nodded. So, that’s how things went.

“Little Jiu.” Old Patriarch Xie and Xie Yan came over and stood beside her.

“Why haven’t you returned home?”

Feng Jiu asked. After all, if the people here started fighting, they might suffer the consequences. Some clans who could read the situation had already left, but they still stayed.

“We decided to wait until you come down safely,” said Xie Yan. “Do you know them?” He worriedly asked Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu glanced at the dying old man. “Enough already!” Her gaze flitted over the cultivators around her. “Aren’t you leaving?

Strangely, as they observed the young man in red ask these questions, the cultivators felt somewhat nervous, as though a terrifying killing intent awaited them if they chose the incorrect option. The breath of death was so potent that their hearts palpitated in response to the words of the young man. For a moment, they felt a brief hesitation.

“Kid, don’t be nosy…ughh!”

One of the elderly man’s clan members gave Feng Jiu a vicious look and started to say something, but before he could finish, a cold glint flashed and the man fell to the ground with a groan. This scene took place in the blink of an eye. This was the end of the life of an Immortal Sacred Peak cultivator.

The surrounding immediately became quiet. No one spoke, but everyone stared in awe. Several cultivators around them retreated discreetly and fled quickly.

“Come back!” When one of the old man’s clans noticed this situation, his expression changed dramatically. He took an unintentional step back while glancing at Feng Jiu with vigilance and terror.

The dying old man could not help but sigh as he saw Feng Jiu intervene. “Young, young friend, you are only inviting trouble to yourself, why bother!” They were neither a relative nor a friend, so why bother getting herself into trouble?

“If my strength does not allow me to help, I will not,” she replied with a smile. “However, because my strength allows and I am able to save your life, why should I stand by?”