Just youngsters invited here to meet Yuan Shu.
Now, learning that only one person could see Yuan Shu, they weren’t just disappointed, they were downright annoyed.
“Lord Yuan Shu, what’s the meaning of this? He’s the one who invited us here.”
“Setting up obstacles to make things difficult is one thing, but only one person gets to see him? Why invite us at all?”
“Exactly, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have come.”
At this moment, the young crowd was full of complaints.
Buzz—
Suddenly, the space twisted, and a barrier gate appeared in the middle of the hall.
“If anyone wishes to leave, you may do so now.”
A voice came from within the barrier gate—it was the voice of the White-Robed Lord.
But his tone was now laced with displeasure.
The youngsters, who had been grumbling moments before, instantly fell silent.
“Lord White-Robe, that’s not what we meant.”
Li Xiao and the others quickly put on cheerful smiles, explaining themselves.
“If you’re determined to proceed, keep going. Even if only one of you gets to meet Lord Yuan Shu, there will be gifts prepared by him along the way. Of course, who gets them depends on skill and luck,” the White-Robed Lord’s voice sounded again.
“Thank you, Lord White-Robe.”
Li Xiao and the others bowed with beaming smiles, showing utmost respect, even though the White-Robed Lord was only transmitting his voice through the barrier and hadn’t shown himself.
These fellows truly embodied hypocrisy to the fullest.
Almost at the same time, Yin Zhuanghong was already walking towards the open gate.
Seeing this, the others hurriedly followed, afraid of missing out.
Passing through the palace gate, they found themselves in a forest within a mountain, surrounded by birdsong and fragrant flowers, like a fairyland.
But in this forest, there was only one path. Yin Zhuanghong and a young man led the way, with the other youngsters trailing behind, none daring to stray in other directions.
After all, they knew this wasn’t an ordinary place. One misstep could land them in a trap or array, so following Yin Zhuanghong and the man was safer.
“Miss Yin, you really keep your skills hidden. You broke that array before I could,” the man said, walking beside Yin Zhuanghong with a fawning smile, clearly showing his interest.
Even a fool could see he was smitten with her.
“Luck,” Yin Zhuanghong replied, still cold as ever.
But this was typical. After all, Yin Zhuanghong had been just as cold to Nangong Yifan, the so-called top genius of the All-Heaven Starfield, so this man stood no chance.
Yet, he seemed accustomed to her coldness and wasn’t discouraged. He kept talking to her, even though she only responded occasionally with brief words. Still, he smiled brightly, as if her willingness to speak to him was a great honour.
Reflecting on Yin Zhuanghong’s past coldness, Chu Feng noticed a slight change.
Though still aloof, compared to how she treated Nangong Yifan, she seemed marginally warmer to this man.
Yes, just a touch warmer.
This piqued Chu Feng’s curiosity. What was it about this man that made Yin Zhuanghong treat him differently?
“Brother, is your name really Shura?”
Suddenly, a figure approached—it was a man named Fan Chou.
“What do you think of my name?” Chu Feng asked with a smile.
He didn’t have a good impression of most people here, but Fan Chou was an exception.
So, Chu Feng was willing to chat with him.
“It’s a great name. Shura implies something above a demon yet on the side of justice.”
“Possessing power more sinister than a demon’s, yet embodying righteousness.”
“Shura Spirit Masters are the best proof of this.”
Fan Chou praised Chu Feng’s name endlessly.
He was a great conversationalist—not fawning or flattering, just genuinely engaging, which suited Chu Feng’s taste.
Along the way, they encountered many obstacles, with occasional treasures appearing.
But before Chu Feng could act, the man constantly fawning over Yin Zhuanghong resolved them all.
As for the treasures, they were trivial, and neither Chu Feng, Yin Zhuanghong, nor the man showed interest, so Li Xiao and the other youngsters grabbed quite a few.
Through their chats, Chu Feng learned about Fan Chou and the man’s identity.
The man was Meng Rufei.
In the Reincarnation Upper Realm, Meng Rufei was a top-tier figure.
Among the youngsters, Yin Zhuanghong was the strongest woman, and Meng Rufei was the strongest man.
Meng Rufei had no sect or clan but had a formidable master.
His master, Zhang Duotuo, known as Master Duotuo, was a Serpent-Mark Saint-Cloak Spirit Master, one of the strongest in the All-Heaven Starfield, second only to Master Yuan Shu.
Thus, Meng Rufei’s strength, talent, and background were impressive.
No wonder even the haughty youngsters treated him with respect, not daring to offend him.
Even those who admired Yin Zhuanghong didn’t dare pursue her because of Meng Rufei’s presence.
But that alone wouldn’t explain why Yin Zhuanghong treated him differently.
Chu Feng grew curious. What was it about Meng Rufei that made Yin Zhuanghong less cold? If they didn’t have prior acquaintance, there must be some hidden reason.
Rumble—
Suddenly, the ground trembled, and a gust of wind followed, making everyone’s clothes and hair flutter. Some were even pushed back by the force.
Ahead was a wall sealing the heavens and earth, with a single bronze gate as the only exit.
The gate was currently shut.
Meng Rufei had been breaking an array to open it.
The trembling came from the gate, with the ground merely affected by it.
“Brother Fan Chou, something’s off. Be careful.”
Chu Feng retreated, pulling Fan Chou with him.
“Something’s wrong, Miss Yin, step back.”
At the same time, Meng Rufei tried to pull Yin Zhuanghong back, but his hand missed her—she had already retreated when he spoke.
Bang—
Suddenly, the bronze gate opened, and a rainbow light shot out.
The light rushed towards the crowd, startling the youngsters, who dodged with all their might.
But the light, after passing them, turned back and charged again.
This terrified them, and they kept dodging, fearing being struck.
While others fled, Chu Feng observed the light closely. Soon, he stopped dodging and instead flew towards it.
Almost simultaneously, Yin Zhuanghong did the same.
“Miss Yin, be careful, it’s dangerous.”
Seeing her chase the light, Meng Rufei warned her.
But Yin Zhuanghong ignored him, continuing her pursuit.
Chu Feng knew why—she had realised the rainbow light wasn’t a dangerous weapon but likely a valuable treasure.
