“Everyone, don’t worry. These are really just superficial injuries.”
“I came here today to bid you farewell. I’m leaving the All-Heaven Starfield.”
“The future is long, and we’ll meet again someday.”
Chu Feng stood up, clasped his fists toward Zhao Hong and the others, then soared into the sky, flying off toward the distant horizon.
“This Shura, he…”
Watching Chu Feng leave like that, Han Xiu and many others present were somewhat Nine Dragons Saint Cloak, Chu Feng concealed himself, speeding toward his destination at full throttle.
The direction Chu Feng was heading was different from the one he had taken in front of Zhao Hong and the others.
It turned out Chu Feng had deliberately flown in another direction before doubling back.
His purpose was to deceive Zhao Hong and the others.
Why did he do this? Naturally, to keep them from worrying.
Because what Chu Feng intended to do was secretly rescue Yin Zhuanghong.
Earlier, Chu Feng had deliberately approached that man and provoked him.
Even getting beaten by him was part of Chu Feng’s calculated plan.
Chu Feng had placed a special mark array on himself beforehand.
As long as that man touched any part of his body, the mark array would leave a permanent imprint on him.
Only a skilled spiritist could detect and erase it.
Otherwise, the man would never notice the mark Chu Feng had left on him.
This was the brilliance of a spiritist.
Though unable to harm someone stronger, they could achieve what martial cultivators could hardly do.
The purpose of Chu Feng’s mark was to track those people.
Using the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak to conceal himself, Chu Feng could follow them secretly.
Then, he would find an opportunity to rescue Yin Zhuanghong.
The mark Chu Feng left was imperceptible to others but strongly sensed by him.
Yet, despite Chu Feng pursuing at full speed, the mark’s aura was steadily weakening.
“Those people are just too fast.”
“At this rate, I’ll lose them eventually.”
“Where are they even going? They’ve passed several ancient teleportation arrays without any intention of entering them.”
Chu Feng was puzzled.
He had guessed that those people were not from the All-Heaven Starfield but likely from a powerful starfield.
Years ago, they must have lost Yin Zhuanghong by mistake.
Now that they had found her, they should have taken her back to their clan immediately.
But they passed multiple ancient teleportation arrays without entering, leaving Chu Feng confused about their destination.
…
Finally, Chu Feng stopped.
The mark’s aura had completely vanished.
It wasn’t erased; the distance between him and his target was simply too great, beyond the range of his perception.
“Damn it.”
Chu Feng’s face was filled with frustration.
He had risked death to place the mark on that man.
All to rescues Yin Zhuanghong.
The mark had a special trait: when first applied, its intensity was extremely high.
This was why, despite their speed and distance, Chu Feng could track them for so long.
But as time passed, the mark’s strength would gradually weaken.
If he met them again, unless he was very close, he wouldn’t sense their location.
Thus, being shaken off meant Chu Feng’s rescue mission had failed.
To see Yin Zhuanghong again, there were only two possibilities.
One, they grant her freedom, and she returns to visit them.
The other, Chu Feng identifies them through their characteristics, finds their lair, and searches for her.
Either way, it would be a long time from now.
Frustrated, Chu Feng began looking around.
He was hesitating whether to go back and properly bid farewell to Zhao Hong and the others or return directly to the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
“Hm?”
“That mountain.”
Suddenly, Chu Feng’s gaze snapped back, locking onto a mountain range.
At first glance, the mountain range seemed unremarkable.
Its peaks weren’t high, its trees weren’t unusual, and no rare beasts inhabited it.
Such a mountain range was utterly ordinary, as common as weeds in the upper realm.
But Chu Feng was a spiritist with a keen eye.
With one glance, he felt there was something special about it.
So, he activated his Heavenly Eye.
Under the Heavenly Eye, a fiery aura rose within the mountain range.
The aura soared past the clouds, faintly forming a giant dragon.
A dragon resting on a mountain range surely indicated a great treasure.
Though the phenomenon here was faint, suggesting the treasure might already be taken, Chu Feng wouldn’t pass up the chance since he had discovered it.
Under his observation, he soon found an entrance.
“This was man-made.”
“Could this be claimed territory?”
Chu Feng noticed a hidden barrier at the entrance.
Breaking through it and stepping inside, the cave’s layout was clearly artificial.
All signs pointed to someone having been here, with traces of life activity, suggesting people were likely below.
“No matter. Since I’m here, I’ll take a look.”
Though Chu Feng entered, he still used the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak to conceal himself.
Based on his judgment, even if there were people inside, the crude barrier technique suggested they weren’t particularly strong.
With Chu Feng’s skills, even if there were people, he wouldn’t be detected.
But as he proceeded, his brow furrowed.
As he went deeper, he faintly heard sounds.
Not human voices, but those of the demon clan.
What made Chu Feng frown was that they sounded like screams.
This suggested something bad was happening.
Being kind-hearted, Chu Feng couldn’t ignore someone in distress, so he quickened his pace.
“This sound?”
But soon, Chu Feng’s expression shifted, a look of shock in his eyes.
Amid the demon clan’s screams, he heard a human voice.
And that voice was one Chu Feng recognised.
