Why did Chu Feng return to his chamber?
Because he needed to enter secluded cultivation.
Lately, Chu Feng had thoroughly studied the box and was only a hair’s breadth away from becoming a Snake Mark Saint Cloak World Spiritist.
All he needed was to break through in one go.
Wasn’t Zhang Duotuo using his status as a Snake Mark Saint Cloak World Spiritist to threaten the Red Cloak Holy Land?
If Chu Feng also became a Snake Mark Saint Cloak World Spiritist, he could help the Red Cloak Holy Land.
What could Zhang Duotuo use to threaten them then?
That absurd marriage contract could naturally be cancelled.
Perhaps due to his urgency, Chu Feng’s breakthrough was exceptionally fast. In just an hour, he successfully reached the Snake Mark Saint Cloak World Spiritist level.
Since he had long known he could break through, Chu Feng felt no joy, only impatience.
However, when he opened the door, he found Xiao Xin even more anxious than him.
The girl was restless, pacing back and forth, her face covered in sweat.
“Young Master Xiuluo, what were you doing? At a time like this, you weren’t sleeping, were you?” Xiao Xin looked at Chu Feng with a hint of reproach.
“Where’s the place for the bet? Can you take me there?” Chu Feng asked.
“No, I don’t have the authority to enter that place,” Xiao Xin replied.
“Then tell me where it is, and I’ll go myself,” Chu Feng said.
“That won’t do either, you can’t go,” Xiao Xin said.
“Tell me where it is, and I can prevent Yin Zhuanghong from marrying that Meng Rufei,” Chu Feng said.
“Really?” Xiao Xin was half-sceptical.
“Of course, think about it. If you don’t tell me now, your Holy Lady might really have to marry Meng Rufei,” Chu Feng said.
“Alright, I’ll tell you.”
Seeing this, Xiao Xin hesitated no longer and gave him the location.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Chu Feng used the power of the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak to conceal himself before heading to the site.
Notably, though the path was guarded by many checkpoints and elders, there were no difficult protective barriers, so Chu Feng’s journey was smooth.
Before noon, he reached the location of the bet.
It was a solitary island, somewhat peculiar.
Surrounded by towering mountains, the island’s central area was a vast clearing.
It resembled a cage, yet its architectural style was exquisite.
Chu Feng guessed this was likely where the Red Cloak Holy Land held major events.
Today, it was crowded with people.
Besides Yin Zhuanghong, there were all elders of the Red Cloak Holy Land.
Over a thousand in number.
Most were at the peak of the Venerable Realm, with at least thirty at First Rank Supreme, and two at Second Rank Supreme.
Second Rank Supreme was a formidable level.
Yet, the strongest here wasn’t either of them but a middle-aged woman.
She was beautiful, her middle-aged appearance unable to hide her stunning, nation-toppling charm.
Her presence was commanding, like a queen of the world, awe-inspiring and untouchable.
Behind her stood Yin Zhuanghong, obediently.
Though it was their first meeting, Chu Feng knew this Third Rank Supreme woman must be the Red Cloak Holy Land’s leader, Yin Zhuanghong’s master.
Chu Feng had heard of her.
Named Han Xiu, she was not only the strongest in the Red Cloak Holy Land but also in the Reincarnation Upper Realm, even renowned across the All-Heaven Starfield.
Today, led by Han Xiu and accompanied by the elders, despite their small number, the lineup was impressive.
They represented nearly the full strength of the Red Cloak Holy Land.
This showed how significant today’s bet was.
No wonder Han Xiu was willing to betroth Yin Zhuanghong.
Besides these powerhouses, there were two outsiders.
Naturally, Meng Rufei and his master, Zhang Duotuo.
Though Meng Rufei stood behind Zhang Duotuo, his gaze was fixed on Yin Zhuanghong, his leering smile practically drooling.
Yin Zhuanghong looked uncomfortable under his stare.
Understandably so—who wouldn’t feel uneasy with a toad like him staring as if he wanted to devour you?
Suddenly, Yin Zhuanghong’s eyes shifted, first with surprise, then joy.
Her gaze met Chu Feng’s, directed right at him.
“This girl’s eyes are too sharp!”
Chu Feng was helpless. He knew his Nine Dragons Saint Cloak’s concealment had fooled everyone, including Zhang Duotuo and the Red Cloak Holy Land’s leader.
But not Yin Zhuanghong.
She spotted him instantly.
Not only that, she saw through his world spiritist technique.
She knew he was now a Snake Mark Saint Cloak World Spiritist.
And she knew he was here to help her.
Hence her joyful expression.
“Zhuanghong, what are you smiling at?”
The Red Cloak Holy Land’s leader asked, glancing toward Chu Feng.
In fact, everyone present looked toward him.
Yin Zhuanghong, overjoyed at seeing Chu Feng, had unconsciously laughed aloud.
This was a stark contrast to her earlier silence, drawing everyone’s attention.
But despite their scrutiny, they found nothing.
Though their strength might surpass hers, they lacked her unique vision.
So, they couldn’t see Chu Feng.
“Master, it’s nothing,” Yin Zhuanghong said, quickly suppressing her smile.
“Perhaps Miss Yin is so thrilled about marrying my disciple that she couldn’t hold back?”
Zhang Duotuo’s faint laugh rang out.
His words darkened not only Yin Zhuanghong’s face but also the expressions of all the Red Cloak Holy Land elders.
Their reactions showed they didn’t want Yin Zhuanghong to marry Meng Rufei; their agreement was out of necessity.
“Don’t worry, Miss Yin. Once I settle today’s bet, I’ll discuss with your leader to set a good date and marry you.”
Meng Rufei said with a sleazy grin.
“Damn it, is this old man doing it on purpose?”
“Even a fool can see the Red Cloak Holy Land doesn’t want Yin Zhuanghong to marry Meng Rufei, yet he says such things. Shameless!”
Chu Feng couldn’t help cursing inwardly.
