“It’s nothing, just some private matters of the Red Cloak Holy Land,” Yin Zhuanghong said.
“Little sister, if you need my help with anything, just say it. We’re friends; no need to hold back,” Chu Feng said.
Hearing this, Yin Zhuanghong was touched. She didn’t say much, just nodded.
After a brief chat, she left.
In the days that followed, Yin Zhuanghong visited Chu Feng daily, often sending someone with snacks.
But she was busy, leaving after only a short stay each time.
Notably, when introducing Chu Feng to others, she always used his alias, Xiu Luo, never revealing his true identity.
This improved Chu Feng’s opinion of her.
She was clearly looking out for him.
Initially, Chu Feng thought Yin Zhuanghong had invited him as a guest because she needed his help.
After all, Master Yuan Shu was a spirit formation master, Zhang Duotuo was one, and Chu Feng was too.
But he soon realised that neither Yin Zhuanghong nor those around her acted like they needed his assistance. They were simply showing hospitality, treating him as a guest.
The Red Cloak Holy Land typically didn’t welcome outsiders, especially men.
Yet since arriving, Chu Feng had been treated as an honored guest.
He knew this was because the people of the Red Cloak Holy Land were giving face to Yin Zhuanghong.
While staying there, Chu Feng didn’t idle.
He handed over the Spirit Jade he’d obtained from the Spirit Master Mansion, along with the treasures taken from the eleven spirit formation masters, to Yu Sha for her cultivation.
The Spirit Jade was already exceptional, and the treasures from those eleven masters were all beneficial for spirit cultivation. Chu Feng believed that if Yu Sha succeeded in her seclusion, she’d likely break through again.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng focused on studying the box he’d acquired from the Spirit Master Mansion.
He felt that if he could fully comprehend it, he could ascend to the Snake Mark Saint-Cloak level, becoming a Snake Mark Saint-Cloak Spirit Master.
“Lord Xiu Luo.”
One day, while Chu Feng was cultivating, a pleasant voice called from outside.
During his time at the Red Cloak Holy Land, Chu Feng had mostly stayed in seclusion, so he hadn’t met many people.
Besides Yin Zhuanghong, the only person he was somewhat familiar with was Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin was Yin Zhuanghong’s trusted aide, who brought him snacks daily.
Recognising her voice, Chu Feng knew it meant more delicious treats.
He stopped cultivating, opened the door, and found Xiao Xin standing outside, with snacks already arranged on the table.
Chu Feng didn’t stand on ceremony. He sat down, grabbed a piece, and popped it into his mouth.
“Hm, Xiao Xin, today’s snacks taste different.”
“You’re slacking, aren’t you?” Chu Feng teased with a smile.
“Lord Xiu Luo, are you really clueless or just pretending? Did you actually think I made all those snacks?” Xiao Xin said, pouting.
“They weren’t made by you?” Chu Feng asked.
“Today’s were, but the previous ones weren’t,” she replied.
“Oh? Then who made the earlier ones? They were way tastier than yours,” Chu Feng said with a grin.
“Of course they were. Those were made by our Saintess herself,” Xiao Xin said.
“Don’t joke. That girl’s so busy, where would she find time for this?”
“Besides, those snacks had your aura, not hers,” Chu Feng said, tossing a few more into his mouth, clearly not believing her.
“Our Saintess deliberately hid it from you, so of course you wouldn’t know,” Xiao Xin insisted.
“Still trying to fool me? She’s so busy, how could she make these little things? Think I’m that gullible?” Chu Feng remained skeptical.
“She’s busy, yet she made snacks for you. Now do you see how lucky you are?”
“You know, in the entire Red Cloak Holy Land, aside from the Sect Leader, no one else has ever tasted snacks made by the Saintess,” Xiao Xin said, her tone tinged with envy.
“Was it really her?” Seeing Xiao Xin’s earnestness, Chu Feng started to believe her.
“Of course. Why would I lie?” Xiao Xin said.
“I never would’ve guessed that girl had such skills.”
A faint smile curved Chu Feng’s lips.
He recalled the taste of those earlier snacks—truly exceptional.
“They’re delicious, but you might not get to eat them anymore,” Xiao Xin said, pouting.
“Why not? What do you mean by that, Xiao Xin?”
Chu Feng stood, noticing her dejected expression, sensing something was off.
“Lord Xiu Luo, are you there?”
At that moment, a voice came from outside.
Chu Feng’s brow furrowed. It was Meng Rufei’s voice.
Meng Rufei and Zhang Duotuo had come to the Red Cloak Holy Land as guests too, but Chu Feng hadn’t seen them since arriving.
Today, Meng Rufei was visiting, his voice brimming with joy, as if something great had happened. This made Chu Feng wary, sensing trouble.
If it was good news for Meng Rufei, it might be bad news for him.
“Xiao Xin, wait here.”
Chu Feng stepped outside.
Sure enough, when he saw Meng Rufei, the man looked different.
He was radiant, beaming with pride, his face unable to hide a triumphant smile.
He looked like a groom about to marry that very night, bursting with joy.
