“Brother Chu Feng, that girl seems to be waiting for you. Why don’t you go see her?”
Yuan Shu and Chu Feng were drinking when Yuan Shu suddenly gave him a meaningful look, a playful smile on his lips.
“Where is she?” Chu Feng stood up and asked.
He knew the “girl” Yuan Shu referred to must be Yin Zhuanghong.
Chu Feng had almost forgotten, but Yuan Shu’s words jogged his memory.
Earlier, Yin Zhuanghong had told him not to leave the Seven Suns Mountain Range and to wait for her.
Swish—
Yuan Shu pointed beside Chu Feng, tracing a circle with his finger. A surge of light formed a spirit formation gate next to him.
“Pass through this gate, and you’ll find her,” Yuan Shu said.
“Brother Yuan Shu, she must have something important to discuss. I may not be able to stay long,” Chu Feng said.
“Brother Chu Feng, I’ve told you everything. The Reincarnation Upper Realm isn’t safe right now. The Seven Suns Mountain Range is the safest place. Think it over carefully,” Yuan Shu warned.
“Since stepping into the world of martial cultivation, I’ve been surrounded by danger. But thank you for the reminder, Brother Yuan Shu,” Chu Feng said, clasping his fists in gratitude.
“Come back anytime if you need to.”
Yuan Shu tossed a token to Chu Feng.
Chu Feng caught it, sensing the spirit formation power within, identical to the protective formation of the Seven Suns Mountain Range.
He understood that with this token, he could return even if the mountain range was sealed.
“Thank you, Brother Yuan Shu,” Chu Feng said, clasping his fists again.
“We’re brothers now; no need for formalities.”
“Here in the Reincarnation Upper Realm, I still have some influence.”
“If anyone troubles you, just say you’re my brother. With this token, they won’t doubt you,” Yuan Shu said.
“Alright.” Chu Feng pocketed the token without further courtesy, then his appearance shifted, transforming back into “Xiu Luo.”
“Brother Yuan Shu, I’ll take my leave now. I’ll visit again soon,” Chu Feng said.
“Go on, don’t keep the girl waiting. That lass… she’s the number one beauty of the Zhutian Starfield,” Yuan Shu teased with a mischievous grin.
Though Yuan Shu was a figure in the Zhutian Starfield on par with Master Liangqiu, his youth gave him a different vibe.
To Chu Feng, he felt like a peer—someone he could talk to freely and get along with well.
After changing his appearance, Chu Feng stepped through the spirit formation gate.
He emerged in a corner of a plaza, packed with people, blending seamlessly into the crowd.
Looking back, the gate was gone.
Aside from some surprised glances wondering where he’d appeared from, no one paid him much attention.
The plaza was crowded for a reason—Yin Zhuanghong stood at its centre.
Yin Zhuanghong, the saintess of the Red Cloak Holy Land in the Reincarnation Upper Realm and the top beauty of the Zhutian Starfield.
To the crowd, she was like a lamb among wolves. Men stared with gleaming eyes, some even wiping drool from their mouths.
Nearly all conversations in the plaza revolved around her.
Not just the younger generation—older men leered at her too.
It was only natural; men, no matter their age, were drawn to young, beautiful women.
“Is she really waiting for me?” Chu Feng thought, surprised.
Yin Zhuanghong wasn’t one for attention.
With her aloof nature, she surely disliked being gawked at like a monkey in a zoo.
Yet she stood there, unmoving, as if deliberately waiting for someone in such a conspicuous spot.
Notably, she wasn’t alone. A group surrounded her, including Meng Rufei and his master, Zhang Duotuo.
“Miss Yin, we should go,” Zhang Duotuo suddenly said.
“Senior, just a moment longer,” Yin Zhuanghong replied.
She showed more respect to Zhang Duotuo than to others.
“Are you waiting for Master Yuan Shu?”
“I told you, if Master Yuan Shu doesn’t want to see you, waiting is pointless.”
“You don’t know how stubborn he is,” Zhang Duotuo said.
“Senior, I know. I’m not waiting for Master Yuan Shu,” Yin Zhuanghong clarified.
“Then who are you waiting for?” Meng Rufei interjected, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He was eager to know who she was waiting for.
Yin Zhuanghong didn’t answer.
“Miss Yin, who are you waiting for?” Zhang Duotuo pressed.
She still didn’t respond.
This piqued not only their curiosity but that of everyone in the plaza. Who was Yin Zhuanghong waiting for?
“She’s waiting for me.”
A voice rang out as Chu Feng stepped from the crowd.
“Xiu Luo?”
“It’s Lord Xiu Luo!”
The plaza was where the Spirit Master Mansion’s gate opened, teeming with people.
Many recognised Chu Feng as the young prodigy with the status of a Saint-Cloak Spirit Master.
His appearance caused a stir, the already buzzing crowd growing even more excited.
“Xiu Luo?”
Meng Rufei and Zhang Duotuo’s faces darkened at the sight of him.
“Miss Yin, are you really waiting for him?” Meng Rufei asked.
Instead of answering, Yin Zhuanghong said to Chu Feng, “You’re late.”
At that, Meng Rufei’s face turned ashen, and he staggered back two steps, nearly losing his balance.
He was furious…
Yin Zhuanghong’s words confirmed she was waiting for Chu Feng.
But that wasn’t the worst part. The real blow was the smile on her face as she spoke.
It was as if seeing Chu Feng brought her genuine joy.
A treatment Meng Rufei had never received.
