“Damn it, after getting this Nine Dragons Saint Robe, am I really not even able to move freely anymore?”
At this moment, Chu Feng had awakened from that dream, his consciousness fully restored.
But Chu Feng couldn’t help frowning.
Right now, although he was bathed in radiant light, appearing to outsiders as nothing more than a glowing figure, his vision and hearing were perfectly intact.
He could see and hear everything around him clearly.
Yet, to his shock, he discovered that after regaining consciousness, he couldn’t move freely—his physical body was bound, and he couldn’t even open his mouth to speak.
And Chu Feng could distinctly feel that what was restraining his body, preventing him from moving freely, was none other than the Nine Dragons Saint Robe itself.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, Chu Feng moved, and with that movement, Master Liangqiu, Liangqiu Chengfeng, and everyone else present widened their eyes in alarm.
Because the moment Chu Feng moved, he vanished.
“Master, where did young friend Chu Feng go?” Master Longxuan asked.
“He’s left, he’s no longer here,” Master Liangqiu replied.
“No longer here? Then where did he go?” Lady Fox Immortal inquired.
But Master Liangqiu didn’t answer, he abruptly stood up and said, “I’ll leave this place to you all.”
With that, his figure flickered and he disappeared.
He left in a hurry, a fact everyone could sense.
And when Chu Feng vanished, it wasn’t just Master Liangqiu who grew anxious—there was another, Master Longxuan.
“Old Lady Fox Immortal, I’ll leave these youngsters in your hands,” Master Longxuan said before leaping into motion and vanishing as well.
“Hey, what are you rushing off for?”
Lady Fox Immortal shouted after him, but she received no response from Master Longxuan.
They all knew that Master Longxuan had left with Master Liangqiu and Chu Feng.
As for where they went, no one knew.
…
Outside Ice Summit Peak, a massive crowd had already gathered.
The reason so many had come was largely due to the prophecy of the Heavenly Oracle.
The youngest Saint Cloak Spiritist in the history of the Ancestral Martial Star Region was about to appear at Ice Summit Peak.
Everyone wanted to know who this person emerging at Ice Summit Peak would be.
The crowd buzzed with speculation and discussion.
“No need to guess, the answer’s obvious, the youngest Saint Cloak Spiritist has to be Linghu Hongfei—no one else could pull it off,” someone said with firm conviction.
This was, in fact, the guess in most people’s hearts.
After all, for the youngest Saint Cloak Spiritist, their minds naturally turned to the most talented individual.
And among the younger generation of the Ancestral Martial Star Region, who else but Linghu Hongfei could claim that title?
“Linghu Hongfei’s talent in martial cultivation is indeed exceptional, but the youngest Saint Cloak Spiritist might not be him,” someone countered.
“After all, Linghu Hongfei has already announced he won’t participate in this Ancestral Martial Ten Stars selection, so he might not even be here, if he didn’t come, how could the Saint Cloak Spiritist appearing here be him?”
Others shared this differing opinion.
“Right, I just heard too, Linghu Hongfei’s opted out of the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars selection, so it might really be someone else—who could it be?”
“If it’s not Linghu Hongfei, then it’s likely one of the Liangqiu sisters, Liangqiu Hongyue or Liangqiu Lanyue, they’re Master Liangqiu’s personal disciples, maybe not the best in other areas, but in spirit techniques, no one among the younger generation can match them.”
“Not necessarily, don’t forget Linghu Yuyue from the Linghu Heavenly Clan, that girl’s talent in spirit techniques isn’t a bit weaker than the Liangqiu sisters, maybe even stronger, after all, Master Liangqiu once wanted to take her as a disciple.”
“You’re all wrong, let me tell you, the one most likely to become a Saint Cloak Spiritist isn’t Master Liangqiu’s two disciples or Linghu Yuyue, but someone you’d never expect.”
At that moment, a figure emerged from the crowd, boldly dismissing everyone’s guesses.
“Old Monster, you’re here too?” Seeing this person, many in the crowd stirred—they were people of some standing, old acquaintances who recognized the newcomer.
“With such a grand event, how could I miss it?” The old man smiled.
“Old Monster, I heard you went to the Wuma Heavenly Clan to see that prophesied child.”
“They say Liangqiu Chengfeng went too, could it be that Wuma Shengjie from the Wuma Heavenly Clan is really that talented?”
The crowd peppered him with questions.
This old man was the Sect Master of the Kun Sect, nicknamed Kun Sect Old Monster.
Some time ago, he had indeed visited the Wuma Heavenly Clan and witnessed everything that happened in their ancestral ruins.
Having seen it all, he was confident enough to reject the crowd’s guesses.
“Wuma Shengjie is indeed a rare genius in the Ancestral Martial Star Region today, a true prodigy,” he said.
“But on that trip, I met someone else, a young man whose talent in both martial cultivation and spirit techniques has reached an extraordinary level.”
“Everyone who saw him that day agreed he’s the true prophesied child, the one who can rival Linghu Hongfei.”
“His brilliance is too dazzling to hide, so I reckon he’s come here too, and he’s bound to shine.”
“That’s why I believe if any youngster is to become a Saint Cloak Spiritist, it’s him,” Kun Sect Old Monster declared.
“Oh? Really? Old man, tell us—who is this person?”
His words piqued the crowd’s curiosity, all eyes turning eagerly to Kun Sect Old Monster.
Sensing their anticipation, he flashed a mysterious smile before speaking slowly, word by word:
“Chu Xuanyuan’s son, Chu Feng.”
“What? Chu Xuanyuan’s son, Chu Feng?!”
At those words, not only those who knew Kun Sect Old Monster, but even strangers in the crowd turned their gazes toward him.
Because in the Ancestral Martial Star Region, the name Chu Xuanyuan, once mentioned, could never fail to draw attention.
