Seeing the curious and anxious gazes of the crowd, Kong Tianhui first glanced at Nangong Yifan.
When he noticed that Nangong Yifan, who was always lofty and never spared them a glance, was now staring at him just like the others, Kong Tianhui’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk.
“The encounter between me, Brother Chu Feng, and Miss Yin Zhuanghong isn’t something you lot could understand. She’s just pretending not to know us, but I know, with our bond, we’re still quite important in her heart,” Kong Tianhui said.
“Pah! Have you no shame?”
“You think you’re worthy of having a bond with Miss Yin Zhuanghong?”
At these words, the crowd shot Kong Tianhui looks of disdain and anger.
“You don’t believe me? Then let me ask you this: why did Miss Yin ignore all your劝说 and choose to follow my brother Chu Feng without hesitation?”
“Without some extraordinary experience or connection, would she trust him like that?”
“You all know what kind of person Miss Yin Zhuanghong is, don’t you? She’s extremely cautious and doesn’t trust just anyone,” Kong Tianhui continued.
“Well…”
Hearing Kong Tianhui’s reasoning, the crowd found it quite convincing.
After all, Yin Zhuanghong was indeed a very cautious person.
But the thought that she might have shared some experience with Chu Feng and Kong Tianhui caused the expressions of the men from the All-Heaven Star Domain to shift.
Even the usually silent and aloof Nangong Yifan’s face darkened, his gaze turning menacing. If anyone noticed, they’d see his eyes were terrifyingly intense.
…
Meanwhile, Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong had entered another world.
It was a hall, not very large, enclosed on all sides, with very limited space to move.
Yet, the hall was filled with black weapons.
Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks—every type of weapon was present.
“You’re deliberately hiding your cultivation, aren’t you? Second Rank Venerable isn’t your true strength,” Chu Feng asked Yin Zhuanghong.
Yin Zhuanghong ignored him, focusing on examining the weapons with great care.
Chu Feng had met many aloof women, but none as cold as Yin Zhuanghong.
If others were like frost, Yin Zhuanghong was a frozen ocean, truly keeping everyone at a thousand miles’ distance.
While Yin Zhuanghong carefully selected her weapon, Chu Feng did the same. Unknowingly, five hours passed.
*Rumble—*
Suddenly, the hall began to tremble slightly.
“Is this a reminder that our time is up?” Chu Feng remarked.
After observing, Yin Zhuanghong seemed to reach the same conclusion as Chu Feng.
She, too, felt their time in the Divine Armament Tomb was nearly over and it was time to leave.
So, Yin Zhuanghong approached a black longsword.
This sword was the one she had observed the longest since entering, studying it multiple times.
Chu Feng guessed that if Yin Zhuanghong were to choose, she’d likely pick this one.
And he was right.
But just as Yin Zhuanghong reached out to grasp the black longsword, Chu Feng suddenly spoke.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t choose that one.”
Surprisingly, though Yin Zhuanghong usually ignored Chu Feng’s words, this time, she actually withdrew her outstretched hand.
“Which one?” Yin Zhuanghong asked without looking at him.
“That one,” Chu Feng pointed to another black longsword.
“Did you see it with those eyes?” Yin Zhuanghong suddenly turned to look at Chu Feng.
“You can see my Heavenly Eye?” Chu Feng was astonished.
“It’s called the Heavenly Eye?”
“Quite an impressive technique,” Yin Zhuanghong said as she walked to the sword Chu Feng indicated.
She then reached out and grasped it.
The moment she did, she vanished.
“This girl… nothing seems to escape her notice.”
Though Yin Zhuanghong was gone, Chu Feng’s eyes flashed with shock.
His Heavenly Eye was extremely discreet; even when he used it, others wouldn’t notice. Yet Yin Zhuanghong had.
As a Saint-cloak World Spiritist, she could see through Chu Feng’s saint-level formation arrays and even detect his use of the Heavenly Eye.
This made Chu Feng increasingly curious about her.
By now, the hall was trembling faster, and Chu Feng felt a force emerging. If it grew stronger, it would forcibly expel him from the place.
He knew he couldn’t linger.
“This one it is.”
Chu Feng reached out and grabbed a black broadsword.
The moment he took it, his surroundings shifted.
When they stabilised, he found himself in a vast plaza.
This was the entrance to the Divine Armament Tomb.
Chu Feng could now see that nearly everyone who had entered the tomb with them was here.
Some held scrap metal, others Immortal Weapons.
It seemed everyone had gained something, though for some it was treasure, for others, junk.
“Wow, Brother Chu Feng, you’re finally out! Look, it’s dark already! What were you and Miss Yin doing in there for so long? Brother Chu Feng, are you *that* enduring?” Kong Tianhui rushed to Chu Feng’s side upon seeing him.
“You trash, watch your words!” someone from the All-Heaven Star Domain roared at Kong Tianhui.
“Shut your filthy mouth! My brother’s speaking—since when is it your place to point fingers?” Kong Ci snapped.
Though this girl often teased her brother, she was fiercely protective. She could criticise Kong Tianhui, but others? Absolutely not.
Looking at Kong Ci, Chu Feng grew curious. Just how much did the people of Divine Body Royal City hate Kong Tianhui? How else could they dare oppose him, even to the point of irreconcilable conflict, despite having a protector like Kong Ci?
“What’s wrong with what I said? What’s wrong with my words?”
“I said my brother and Miss Yin Zhuanghong took a long time choosing weapons. What’s the issue?”
“Oh, you must be the ones with dirty minds. You lot are truly filthy, utterly vile and shameless,” Kong Tianhui mocked, pointing at the man.
The man’s face flushed with anger, and in his fury, he released his oppressive might. “You shameless fool, you’re asking for a beating!”
“Touch my brother and see if I don’t cripple your cultivation!” Kong Ci stepped in front of Kong Tianhui, her long skirt fluttering as her powerful aura shook the heavens.
She unleashed her Second Rank Venerable oppressive might.
“You…!”
Though the man was a First Rank Venerable, facing Kong Ci’s Second Rank, his expression soured, and he forcibly suppressed his anger.
“Miss Yin, look! My brother Nangong has incredible luck. He actually got a Half-Complete Exalted Weapon!” someone said, pointing at Nangong Yifan.
“Miss Yin, this Half-Complete Exalted Weapon is for you,” Nangong Yifan, already at Yin Zhuanghong’s side, said, offering her the weapon.
It was a dagger, exquisitely crafted and red.
The red matched Yin Zhuanghong’s attire perfectly, and the dagger was engraved with a phoenix, clearly more suited for a woman.
Not only did Nangong Yifan think the weapon suited Yin Zhuanghong, but others felt the same.
Many envied Nangong Yifan’s luck. Getting a Half-Complete Exalted Weapon in the Divine Armament Tomb was already extraordinary, as he was the only one among so many to do so.
What’s more, it was a Half-Complete Exalted Weapon that matched Yin Zhuanghong so well.
Most importantly, it was a coincidence, not something deliberately prepared.
What a fated connection, what incredible luck!
People thought that with this Half-Complete Exalted Weapon, Nangong Yifan would surely win Yin Zhuanghong’s favour.
But to their surprise, Yin Zhuanghong didn’t even glance at him, focusing instead on the black iron longsword in her hand.
Undeterred, Nangong Yifan spoke gently, “Miss Yin, this dagger really suits you.”
At this, Yin Zhuanghong finally glanced at the dagger. But her words stunned everyone.
“Keep it.”
With that, she returned her gaze to her black iron longsword.
Though no one said it aloud, many felt Yin Zhuanghong was being rather ungrateful.
Regardless of Nangong Yifan’s attentiveness, the weapon itself shouldn’t have been dismissed so lightly.
*Whoosh—*
But at that moment, Yin Zhuanghong’s wrist flicked, and the black fragments on her longsword began to split and peel away.
Soon, a red longsword appeared in her hand.
“That’s…!”
Everyone’s eyes widened, even Lord Shoujian’s.
The longsword in Yin Zhuanghong’s hand was a Half-Complete Exalted Weapon!
Not only was it exquisite, but its sword aura was exceptionally strong.
Its quality was outstanding, a rare gem.
It far surpassed Nangong Yifan’s dagger.
“Miss Yin, what luck! This sword is the cream of the crop among Half-Complete Exalted Weapons. It’s likely unmatched by any other of its kind in the world,” Lord Shoujian said.
“What? The very best of the best?”
“My heavens, Miss Yin, what kind of luck is this to obtain such a treasure?”
Even these geniuses were visibly envious.
Half-Complete Exalted Weapons were already precious, and those of exceptional quality were even rarer.
And this? This was the pinnacle of perfection!
