366: Chapter 366 Mo Feng, you go clean the spirit toilets for three months.

Outside the Transmission Monument Forest, the air froze.

Li Fengxing's words, "This Junior did not know the Old Ancestor had arrived; I have offended you," exploded in everyone's hearts like a thunderclap.

Old Ancestor?

What Old Ancestor?

Mo Feng's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He stared wide-eyed at the woman before him, who was clutching a large spear, gnawing on a spirit fruit, and possessing no image whatsoever, his mind going completely blank.

This... this woman who looked to be in her early thirties and had just been treated as a "little maid" by them, was the Old Ancestor of the Taihu Clan?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Which of the Taihu Clan's Old Ancestors hadn't lived for thousands of years, being prestigious, virtuous, and reclusive figures? How could she... how could she be in such a state?

But Li Fengxing's posture, so respectful it was almost servile, could not be faked.

The expressions of the Law Enforcement Hall Disciples, shocked into speechlessness, could not be faked.

Mo Feng felt his legs go a bit weak.

Taihao Clan slowly put away the token, her gaze passing over Li Fengxing and landing on Mo Feng.

The corners of her mouth still held that half-smiling arc, but those eyes were cold enough to chill one to the bone.

"Hall Master Li," she spoke unhurriedly, "I ask you, since when did the Taihu Clan's Transmission Monument Forest have a rule about 'the spots being full'?"

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Li Fengxing's forehead.

Although he was the Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall and held a revered status within the Taihu Clan, in front of this Old Ancestor who had lived for who knew how many years, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Re... reporting to the Old Ancestor," he said, bracing himself, "The Transmission Monument Forest... has no such rule."

"Oh?" Taihao Clan raised an eyebrow, her gaze drifting toward the few Disciples still wailing on the ground, "Then why did these idiots stop us? And say something about 'the spots being full,' telling Holy Master Xu to come back another day?"

Li Fengxing's expression became even uglier.

He whipped his head around to look at Mo Feng, his eyes full of anger and... a hint of a plea for help?

He knew that this matter was likely Mo Feng's doing!

Mo Feng's face was already as white as paper, but he was an old fox after all, and he knew he absolutely could not admit it now.

He forced himself to say, "Old... Old Ancestor, please see clearly! This Junior only... only heard that Holy Master Xu was coming, and thinking that the Transmission Monument Forest is our clan's Holy Land, outsiders entering need to be cautious, so... so I let people... let people..."

"Let people what?" Taihao Clan interrupted him, her voice still unhurried, but the pressure made Mo Feng almost unable to breathe, "Let people make things difficult for him? Let people humiliate him? Let people guard against him as if he were a thief?"

Mo Feng opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Taihao Clan took a step forward.

Mo Feng instinctively took a step back.

Taihao Clan took another step.

Mo Feng retreated another step.

The two advanced and retreated; in the blink of an eye, Mo Feng had backed to the edge of the crowd, with nowhere left to retreat.

Taihao Clan stood still in front of him, looking down at him—even though she was half a head shorter than Mo Feng, that Aura pressed down on him like a mountain, making him almost want to kneel.

"Mo Feng," she said, her voice neither light nor heavy, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "Do you know what I hate the most?"

Mo Feng's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

Taihao Clan continued on her own, "What I hate most are those idiots who, relying on a little bit of power and influence, bully others, make things difficult for others, and treat others like fools. Especially—"

She paused, her gaze becoming even colder, "Idiots who bully their way to my head."

Mo Feng's legs went soft, and with a "thump," he knelt on the ground.

"Old Ancestor, spare me! Old Ancestor, spare me!" He kowtowed repeatedly, his voice trembling, "This Junior knows he was wrong! This Junior will never dare again!"

Taihao Clan looked at his appearance, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.

"Spare your life?" She smiled, a smile so cold it chilled one to the bone, "I didn't say I wanted your life, so what are you begging for?"

Mo Feng froze, looked up, his eyes full of fear and... a hint of hope?

Taihao Clan clutched her spear and tilted her head, seemingly thinking about something. After a moment, she suddenly spoke:

"How about this, I will give you two choices."

Mo Feng hurriedly said, "Old Ancestor, please speak! This Junior will definitely follow orders!"

Taihao Clan held up one finger, "First, I will cripple you right now, so you will never be able to cause trouble again in this lifetime."

Mo Feng's face instantly turned from pale to ashen.

Taihao Clan held up a second finger, "Second—"

She paused, the corners of her mouth curling into a playful smile, "You go clean the Spirit Latrine for three months."

The... the Spirit Latrine?

Mo Feng was stunned.

Everyone present was also stunned.

The Spirit Latrine, as the name implies, is the outhouse specifically prepared by the Taihu Clan for those low-level Disciples and servants who have not yet completely achieved inedia.

Although cultivators can achieve inedia once they reach a certain Realm, there are always some low-level Disciples who need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves.

Those Spirit Latrines, although purified by Formation, are after all... outhouses!

Let an Elder go clean an outhouse? And for three months?

This... this is too...

Mo Feng's face instantly turned the color of pig's liver.

"Old Ancestor!" He looked up, his voice trembling, "This... how can this be? This Junior is, at any rate, an Elder of the Taihu Clan; if I go to clean the Spirit Latrine, this... where will this Junior's face be? How will the Disciples of my lineage hold their heads high in the clan?"

Taihao Clan laughed, a laugh that was absolutely brilliant.

"Face? You still have face?" She pointed at the few Disciples still lying on the ground wailing, "When you had people make things difficult for Holy Master Xu, why didn't you think about the Taihu Clan's face? When you had people humiliate my Master (Yue Ling), why didn't you think about the Taihu Clan's face? Now you want to talk to me about face?"

Mo Feng was rendered speechless.

Taihao Clan put away her smile and said indifferently, "I will give you three breaths to consider. One..."

Mo Feng's expression changed repeatedly.

"Two..."

He suddenly looked up, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, "Old Ancestor! This Junior is unconvinced! Everything this Junior has done is in accordance with clan rules! Although Xu Ruyu is a Holy Master, he is an outsider after all! Outsiders entering the Holy Land, needing extra scrutiny, what is wrong with that? Old Ancestor, by favoring an outsider so much, are you not afraid of chilling the hearts of the clan members?"

These words were spoken craftily, directly shifting the focus from himself to Taihao Clan "favoring an outsider."

Sure enough, a low murmur of discussion arose from the crowd.

Taihao Clan raised an eyebrow slightly, and just as she was about to speak, a voice suddenly rang out, "Chilling whose heart?"

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound, only to see Yue Ling walking forward slowly.

Her steps were light, her skirt flowing like water, and her whole body exuded a faint, moonlit glow.

That light was soft and holy, making people involuntarily want to look up to her.

Seeing her, Mo Feng felt a strange tightening in his heart.

He had never seen this woman before. But the ethereal and noble Aura about her was even more heart-palpitating than Taihao Clan's.

Yue Ling walked up to Mo Feng, looked down at him, and said in a soft voice that nonetheless carried an indescribable majesty, "You say that according to the rules of the Taihu Clan, outsiders entering the Holy Land must be subjected to extra scrutiny?"

Mo Feng braced himself and said, "Yes... yes!"

Yue Ling smiled slightly, a smile so beautiful it was breathtaking, yet it made Mo Feng's heart go cold.

"Then I ask you," she said softly, "do you know who I am?"

Mo Feng was stunned.

He instinctively looked at Taihao Clan, then at Yue Ling, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—Taihao Clan is the Old Ancestor, then her Master... Master... Artifact Spirit of the Illusion Moon Well! The guardian spirit of the Taihu Clan!