“You…”
Everyone turned to Fan Wei, their eyes filled with shock.
Especially the juniors like Li Xiao.
In their minds, Fan Wei was a lowly-born, mediocre junior.
They couldn’t fathom why he’d been invited by Master Yuan Shu.
But now, the aura Fan Wei exuded was so powerful—Supreme Realm, far stronger than Zhang Duotuo.
“You question Brother Xiu Luo, and you question me,” Fan Wei said.
As the crowd puzzled, Fan Wei’s appearance suddenly changed.
He transformed into a tall, handsome middle-aged man.
Dressed in a pristine white robe, his demeanor was impeccable, clearly no ordinary figure.
“Master Yuan Shu?”
Gasps of astonishment echoed from all directions.
The voices revealed Fan Wei’s true identity to Chu Feng.
So, Fan Wei was Master Yuan Shu all along.
“Master Yuan Shu, how could it be you…”
Even Zhang Duotuo looked nervous.
Though he was a notable figure in the Reincarnation Upper Realm, that was only locally.
Master Yuan Shu, however, held immense weight across the entire All-Heaven Starfield.
He was, after all, the strongest world spiritist in the Reincarnation Upper Realm.
Li Xiao, Meng Rufei, and the others were even more terrified, their faces pale, trembling as they hid behind their seniors, too scared to speak.
They realized the Fan Wei they’d treated so poorly was the lofty Master Yuan Shu.
They’d truly stirred trouble with a tiger.
Buzz—
Facing their panic, Yuan Shu said nothing. With a wave of his sleeve, a barrier gate appeared.
“Brother Xiu Luo, please step through,” Yuan Shu said to Chu Feng.
Understanding his intent, Chu Feng walked through the gate.
He passed through unharmed, causing everyone to gasp.
All present were world spiritists, and regardless of their strength, they could see the gate’s purpose.
It allowed only juniors to pass. Chu Feng’s success confirmed he was indeed under a hundred years old.
“Anyone else question me?” Yuan Shu asked.
“What a young hero. I was blind,” Zhang Duotuo said with a forced smile.
Others chimed in, praising Chu Feng.
“‘Blind,’ you say? Do you think a single word excuses this?” Yuan Shu said with a mocking smile, his cold gaze sweeping over them. “You were ready to gang up on Brother Xiu Luo. If I hadn’t intervened, he might’ve been harmed. Do you think ‘blind’ erases your offense?”
The crowd grew more embarrassed—and fearful.
“Young Hero Xiu Luo, I was blind and nearly made a grave mistake. Please, be magnanimous and forgive me,” Li Xiao’s senior pleaded.
He wasn’t cowardly; he simply couldn’t afford to offend Yuan Shu.
Others followed, begging for forgiveness.
Even Zhang Duotuo, with a face full of shame, apologized to Chu Feng.
To the onlookers, this seemed justified.
After all, Xiu Luo had Master Yuan Shu’s backing, and Zhang Duotuo and the others were clearly in the wrong.
But even after their apologies, Yuan Shu didn’t let it go. He turned to Chu Feng. “Brother Xiu Luo, what do you think?”
Chu Feng responded immediately, “For Master Yuan Shu’s sake, I’ll let this slide.”
“But honestly, the martial cultivators of your Reincarnation Upper Realm aren’t just blind in the eyes—their hearts are blind too.”
“To assume I’m not a junior just because I’m a Saint-cloak World Spiritist? Laughable.”
Chu Feng’s words made Zhang Duotuo and the others inwardly reel.
Wasn’t he essentially insulting them?
Yet, despite their discomfort, they didn’t dare retort.
Chu Feng’s words held truth.
They had been blind today.
They were in the wrong.
“Since Brother Xiu Luo won’t pursue this, the matter is settled,” Yuan Shu said. “But I hope this doesn’t happen again. You’ve all been in the martial world long enough to know a cultivator’s character.”
“Not everyone is as broad-minded as Brother Xiu Luo, letting things slide.”
“If you’d met someone as petty as yourselves, think about the consequences.”
Yuan Shu’s words dripped with sarcasm.
After speaking, he vanished, taking Chu Feng with him.
Once they were gone, those who’d targeted Chu Feng sighed in relief.
But cold sweat drenched them, soaking their clothes.
Even if Yuan Shu spared them, his words rang true.
This was a junior with Supreme Realm cultivation and Saint-cloak World Spiritist skills.
In comparison, he might even surpass Nangong Yifan, the All-Heaven Starfield’s top genius.
Such a junior, backed by Yuan Shu, likely had a colossal force behind him.
Without such backing, nurturing such a genius would be impossible.
Surviving after offending him was like cheating death.
But nothing is absolute.
While most realized this junior named Xiu Luo had a formidable background and vowed to steer clear, Zhang Duotuo’s eyes flashed with a sinister glint…
…
Chu Feng was now in a serene place with Yuan Shu.
It was a garden perched atop a cliff, with cascading waterfalls across from it.
The scenery was breathtaking, soothing the mind.
“I can’t believe a senior like you was by my side, and I didn’t recognize you. I was truly blind,” Chu Feng said with a smile.
If Yuan Shu hadn’t revealed himself, Chu Feng wouldn’t have noticed a thing.
“Don’t call me senior just because of my status,” Yuan Shu said. “In truth, I’m not much older than you, Brother Xiu Luo. Let’s keep calling each other brothers.”
“That doesn’t feel right,” Chu Feng said, looking awkward. After all, Yuan Shu was friends with Old Man Ox-Nose. If Chu Feng called him brother and Old Man Ox-Nose found out, he might beat Chu Feng senseless.
“What’s wrong with it? You don’t seem like someone hung up on formalities,” Yuan Shu said.
“I’m ashamed to admit, my name isn’t Xiu Luo. It’s Chu Feng.”
Suddenly, Chu Feng stood, his appearance shifting back to his true self.
He felt Yuan Shu’s sincerity and saw no need to hide.
Besides, he’d come here with a purpose and would have to reveal himself eventually.
“Oh?” Yuan Shu said. “Why hide your name, Brother Chu Feng?”
Chu Feng explained everything—how he’d changed his identity to avoid bringing trouble to his clan and his purpose for coming here.
“So, Brother Chu Feng, you’re the disciple of my master’s close friend,” Yuan Shu said, his eyes gleaming with surprise and joy. He stood, studying Chu Feng again, his gaze even warmer.
