This person was Yin Zhuanghong.
Upon reflection, it seemed Yin Zhuanghong was indeed from the Reincarnation Upper Realm, so encountering her here wasn’t particularly surprising.
After Chu Feng entered, all the juniors in the hall turned their gazes toward him.
Most looked at him with either hostile or curious eyes.
Only Yin Zhuanghong gave him a brief glance before looking away, continuing with what she had been doing.
“It seems this girl’s eyes aren’t that sharp after all. My disguise managed to fool her,” Chu Feng thought, secretly pleased.
Yin Zhuanghong’s eyes were special, with exceptional observational skills.
Her perception even surpassed Chu Feng’s Heavenly Eyes.
The fact that his disguise had fooled her showed how successful it was, making Chu Feng a bit smug.
“Lord White Robe, who is this?”
A fair-skinned man with a feminine face stepped forward.
Chu Feng noticed that among the hostile gazes earlier, this man’s was one of them.
Yet now, as he approached Lord White Robe to inquire, his attitude was polite, and even his gaze toward Chu Feng turned friendly.
Hypocritical—that was Chu Feng’s first impression of him.
“This young friend is named Asura, invited by Lord Yuan Shu,” Lord White Robe said.
“So it’s Brother Asura. I’m Li Xiao. A pleasure to meet you,” the man said, clasping his fists toward Chu Feng.
As the saying goes, don’t hit a smiling face. Regardless of the man’s true nature, courtesy was necessary, so Chu Feng returned the gesture.
Afterward, many others began greeting Chu Feng.
Most were just being polite, some even putting on a show in front of Lord White Robe.
But to Chu Feng’s surprise, a few seemed genuinely sincere, suggesting not all the juniors here were arrogant or hypocritical.
“Young friends, I won’t disturb you further,” Lord White Robe said, seeing that they were getting along well with Chu Feng.
He formed a hand seal, and the talisman in his hand glowed. Then, he vanished from the hall.
Lord White Robe left with confidence.
Of course, he was confident—he knew Chu Feng was a Saint Cloak Spiritist.
“Asura, why that name?”
The moment Lord White Robe disappeared, Li Xiao’s gaze toward Chu Feng changed.
While he had been amicable before, his eyes now carried a provocative glint.
Chu Feng had guessed correctly—this guy was indeed a hypocrite.
Seeing Li Xiao’s poor attitude, Chu Feng’s demeanor turned cold. “What I’m called is none of your business.”
“Oh, what a big mouth. Do you know who I am to talk to me like that?”
“And Lord Yuan Shu’s invitation was for yesterday. Why are you only showing up now?” Li Xiao demanded.
“I was delayed,” Chu Feng replied.
“Delayed? Just ‘delayed’? Do you know we arrived yesterday and waited here a full day because of you?”
“How do you plan to settle this score?”
Li Xiao’s voice grew sharper, his attitude increasingly hostile. As expected, he was looking to cause trouble for Chu Feng.
What annoyed Chu Feng most was that not only was Li Xiao targeting him, but many others in the hall began berating him too.
They all felt they had been stuck here so long because they were waiting for Chu Feng.
But Chu Feng, upon entering, had already seen through the situation.
This hall was a formation. Aside from Lord White Robe, who could freely enter and exit using that special talisman, the juniors here needed to break the formation to leave.
The formation was complex. Breaking it required careful observation, not reckless action.
Chu Feng noticed that among the twenty-seven juniors present, excluding himself, only two were studying the hall’s walls.
One was Yin Zhuanghong.
Chu Feng knew her abilities. With her sharp eyes, she likely noticed something upon entering and was now searching for a way to break the formation.
The other was a man.
He was well-dressed, handsome, and refined—a true gentleman in appearance.
What stood out was that even Chu Feng couldn’t see through his cultivation.
This didn’t necessarily mean his strength surpassed Chu Feng’s; he likely possessed a treasure that concealed his cultivation.
Though his cultivation was hidden, the man’s gaze carried strong spiritual power.
Chu Feng could tell his spiritual techniques were impressive among juniors—a Worm-Pattern Venerable Cloak Spiritist.
While his spiritual techniques were far inferior to Chu Feng’s, they were outstanding compared to the other juniors here.
After all, the other twenty-five hadn’t even realized that leaving required breaking the hall’s formation.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be blaming Chu Feng for their inability to leave.
“Hey, I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?”
A sudden shout came from Li Xiao.
His clothes fluttered, and his pressure radiated. He was unleashing his aura.
He was a Seventh Rank Martial Immortal—a notable achievement for a junior. Unfortunately, the person he was provoking was Chu Feng.
“You’re blaming your own stupidity on me?” Chu Feng said, looking at Li Xiao as if he were an idiot.
“You dare call me stupid? You really don’t want to live!”
Enraged by Chu Feng’s insult, Li Xiao stormed toward him.
Boom, boom—
His steps were powerful, each one shaking the hall as if it might collapse, his aura imposing.
Many onlookers smirked with schadenfreude.
Trapped here for a day, they were frustrated and venting their anger on Chu Feng.
They wanted to see Li Xiao teach him a lesson.
But they didn’t know that, facing the aggressive Li Xiao, Chu Feng wasn’t the least bit afraid. Deep down, he even felt a bit of pity for him.
If Li Xiao dared to attack, Chu Feng would show him what it meant to know there was always someone stronger.
Swish—
But just as Li Xiao neared Chu Feng, about to strike, a figure suddenly appeared, stepping between them.
