After some consideration, Chu Feng finally decided to join forces with the Secret Cave Saints.
Although the Secret Cave Saints were highly unreliable, and cooperating with them was a dangerous affair, Chu Feng felt they weren’t entirely without principles. As their leader had said, at the very least, the eleven brothers had a strong bond.
More importantly, the Secret Cave Saints possessed an internal map of the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s Tomb. If he could truly obtain that map, it would give him a significant advantage.
For this reason, Chu Feng decided to take the risk.
Having made his decision, Chu Feng prepared to bid farewell to Yin Zhuanghong.
After the banquet welcoming the All-Heaven Sect concluded, Chu Feng headed to Yin Zhuanghong’s residence.
As the saintess of the Red Cloak Holy Land, Yin Zhuanghong’s residence was far from ordinary.
Her home occupied an entire island, vast enough to seem like an independent world, and everything within this world belonged to her.
Given Yin Zhuanghong’s reclusive nature, she didn’t even keep maids.
Thus, this massive island was inhabited by her alone.
However, what Chu Feng hadn’t expected was that upon arriving at the island, he sensed two presences.
Besides Yin Zhuanghong’s, the other belonged to Nangong Yifan.
“Why is this guy here?”
Chu Feng knew Yin Zhuanghong deeply disliked Nangong Yifan. She would never invite him as a guest unless there was some hidden reason.
Thus, Chu Feng immediately activated his Heaven’s Eyes to investigate.
With his Heaven’s Eyes, Chu Feng’s range of vision expanded dramatically.
Though he had just set foot on this floating island, everything within it became crystal clear to him.
As expected, the figures of Yin Zhuanghong and Nangong Yifan came into view.
Not only could Chu Feng see them, but by observing the movements of their lips, he could also discern their conversation.
At that moment, Yin Zhuanghong and Nangong Yifan stood outside a palace, the one where Yin Zhuanghong resided.
“Nangong Yifan, it’s late.”
“You’ve come to my residence without my permission. What do you want?”
“Leave now, or don’t blame me for being unkind.”
Yin Zhuanghong’s expression was icy, her eyes filled with anger as she glared at Nangong Yifan.
From her words, Chu Feng pieced together the situation.
It turned out Nangong Yifan had come uninvited.
“Miss Yin, you know how I feel. I just want to ask you one question today.”
“I, Nangong Yifan, wish to marry you. Are you willing or not?”
“As long as you agree, I can offer any dowry you desire. Just name it, and I’ll provide it.”
“And I can promise, if you marry me, I’ll take no concubines. I’ll love only you for the rest of my life.”
Nangong Yifan spoke with intense emotion.
This man, usually taciturn and insufferably arrogant, was surprisingly passionate when facing Yin Zhuanghong. Chu Feng guessed that if Yin Zhuanghong agreed, he’d kneel on the spot without hesitation.
“Nangong Yifan, you and I are impossible.”
“Leave now, I need to rest.”
With that, Yin Zhuanghong turned to enter her palace.
Nangong Yifan, standing rooted to the spot, trembled with rage.
Then, his gaze shifted, his eyes wild like a beast gone mad.
Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Yin Zhuanghong’s wrist.
“Let go of me.”
Yin Zhuanghong turned back, her cold face now brimming with fury.
But Nangong Yifan, who was usually compliant with her, didn’t listen. Instead, he glared at her viciously.
“I know why you won’t marry me. You have someone else in your heart.”
“Is it that Chu Feng from the Ancestral Martial Starfield?”
“That guy’s of low birth. How am I inferior to him?”
“Believe me, tomorrow I’ll have his entire clan wiped out.”
Nangong Yifan spoke with a tone of fury, bordering on madness.
“I’ll say it again, let go of me, or I won’t be polite.”
Yin Zhuanghong’s gaze grew colder, her eyes no longer joking.
“Impolite? I’d like to see how you’ll be impolite.”
“You wretched woman, I gave you respect, but you threw it away. Today, I’ll have you.”
“After today, even if you begged to marry me, I wouldn’t have you. You’ll just be my plaything.”
Nangong Yifan, consumed by rage, ignored Yin Zhuanghong’s words.
As he spoke, he reached out with a sinful hand, grabbing at her clothing.
Seeing this, Yin Zhuanghong dodged, but her sleeve was caught by Nangong Yifan.
With a ripping sound, her sleeve tore, exposing her arm.
“Nangong Yifan, are you mad?”
“Do you think this is some lawless place? This is the Red Cloak Holy Land.”
Yin Zhuanghong’s voice trembled, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.
She was truly enraged and wanted to kill Nangong Yifan.
Yet, she couldn’t. She didn’t even dare strike him.
In terms of true strength, Yin Zhuanghong far surpassed Nangong Yifan.
But due to special reasons, she concealed her cultivation.
Because of those same reasons, even as Nangong Yifan revealed his beastly nature, she had to restrain herself and not act against him.
As for Nangong Yifan, already consumed by fury, he’d lost all reason.
Seeing Yin Zhuanghong’s flawless, jade-like arm only drove him further into madness.
With a leap, he lunged at her.
“Get lost.”
Suddenly, a furious shout rang out.
At the same time, Nangong Yifan, mid-air, let out a scream and was sent flying.
The next moment, not only was Nangong Yifan, sprawled on the ground, stunned, but even Yin Zhuanghong was shocked.
For a figure now stood between them.
Naturally, it was Chu Feng.
