Meng Rufei was fuming, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
Because the person Yin Zhuanghong was waiting for was indeed Chu Feng.
And her purpose in waiting for Chu Feng was to invite him to visit the Red Cloak Holy Land.
This made Meng Rufei even more irritated, yet he couldn’t say anything.
After all, he already knew that Chu Feng was a junior even more outstanding than himself, with Yuan Shu as his backer. No matter how frustrated he was, he didn’t dare openly oppose Chu Feng, at least not on the surface.
If he dared to cause trouble for Chu Feng now, he’d be asking for trouble himself.
As for the invitation, since Yin Zhuanghong was so enthusiastic, Chu Feng naturally wouldn’t refuse her, so he agreed to go along.
Thus, Chu Feng, Yin Zhuanghong, Meng Rufei, and Zhang Duotuo set off for the Red Cloak Holy Land.
As for what the Red Cloak Holy Land was, it was the faction Yin Zhuanghong belonged to.
Within the Red Cloak Holy Land, there were no men. From the sect leader to the elders and disciples, all were women.
Their signature red robes were the hallmark of the Red Cloak Holy Land.
Though composed entirely of women, the Red Cloak Holy Land’s strength was not to be underestimated. It was undeniably a dominant force in the Upper Realm of Reincarnation.
It even held a significant position in the entire All-Heavens Starfield.
Yin Zhuanghong held an extraordinary status within the Red Cloak Holy Land.
She was the direct disciple of the sect leader and the only Saintess of the Red Cloak Holy Land.
These titles practically guaranteed her future status as the sect leader’s successor.
No wonder Yin Zhuanghong was so popular in the All-Heavens Starfield, even captivating geniuses like Nangong Yifan.
Indeed, who wouldn’t be drawn to a woman who combined status, talent, strength, and beauty so near-perfectly?
As for why Zhang Duotuo and his disciple Meng Rufei were accompanying them, Chu Feng had asked Yin Zhuanghong, but she didn’t give a direct answer, only saying it was her master’s invitation.
However, Chu Feng suspected the Red Cloak Holy Land wouldn’t invite Zhang Duotuo and Meng Rufei without reason. They likely had something they needed from them.
Otherwise, given Yin Zhuanghong’s personality, why would she be so polite to Zhang Duotuo and Meng Rufei?
Of course, this was merely Chu Feng’s speculation.
After some travel, Chu Feng finally saw the true face of the Red Cloak Holy Land.
The Red Cloak Holy Land was a wondrous place formed by massive floating islands connected together.
The islands featured numerous floating waterfalls, which, from a distance, looked like silver dragons leaping from the sky, a magnificent sight.
Compared to trees, the islands were covered more with flowers.
There were many types of flowers, but all, without exception, were red.
The flowers blanketed the floating islands, creating the illusion of a red sea of blossoms blooming among the clouds, breathtakingly beautiful.
Though the scenery was stunning, the disciples of the Red Cloak Holy Land were not what Chu Feng had imagined.
He had thought that such a paradisiacal place would be filled with fairy-like women like Yin Zhuanghong.
But that wasn’t the case.
Take the elders guarding the barrier, for instance.
Though they wore red dresses and adorned themselves flamboyantly, they were all tall and burly, like robust men, with faces that were far from pleasing.
Their fierce appearances couldn’t even be described as tigresses—female yakshas suited them better.
Inside the Red Cloak Holy Land, Chu Feng saw all sorts of women.
Some were as round as balls, others thin as poles, some with skin as dark as ink, and others with faces full of acne or pockmarks.
Though there were also some strikingly beautiful women in the Red Cloak Holy Land, the majority were plain or even somewhat unattractive.
“Girl, they say everyone loves beauty,” Chu Feng said, unable to hold back his curiosity after Yin Zhuanghong settled him in a resting place. “Why don’t the women of the Red Cloak Holy Land refine their appearances?”
For martial cultivators, altering one’s appearance was as easy as turning a hand.
Why were there so many beautiful women in the martial cultivation world?
Many had refined their looks through techniques. Natural beauties weren’t nonexistent, but those as stunning as Yin Zhuanghong were truly rare.
And precisely because altering appearances was so easy for cultivators, Chu Feng was curious why the women of the Red Cloak Holy Land chose to present themselves as they were.
“My master taught us from a young age to be our true selves,” Yin Zhuanghong said.
“Is that all?” Chu Feng asked.
“What else could it be?” Yin Zhuanghong countered.
“Heh…” Chu Feng chuckled, then asked, “If they altered their appearances, would there be punishment?”
“Uh…” Yin Zhuanghong hesitated, then said, “Yes.”
At this, Chu Feng’s smile widened. “No wonder, then. It’s a mandatory rule. If you lifted that punishment, do you think they’d still present themselves like this?”
“Don’t meddle in our affairs,” Yin Zhuanghong said, tossing a map to Chu Feng.
Chu Feng opened it and saw it was a map of the Red Cloak Holy Land.
But the Holy Land was vast, and the area on the map was less than a hundredth of it. Curious, he asked, “Girl, what’s this about?”
“You can go to the places on the map. Don’t go anywhere not marked, or even I won’t be able to save you,” Yin Zhuanghong said.
“Girl, I’m here as a guest, not a prisoner,” Chu Feng said, feigning grievance.
“I can’t help it. This is the Red Cloak Holy Land. Some rules even the sect leader must follow,” Yin Zhuanghong explained, feeling a bit guilty at Chu Feng’s words.
“Alright, I’m just teasing. I’m a rule-abiding person and won’t wander,”Chu Feng said. “Why don’t you tell me why you wanted to see Master Yuan Shu, and why Zhang Duotuo and Meng Rufei were invited here?”
He was genuinely curious.
