Due to the large number of invited guests, the All Heavens Sect set the venue for this grand event outside their gates.
Outside the All Heavens Sect, a massive floating plaza had been temporarily constructed.
At the center of the plaza was a vast open space, devoid of any decorations.
Surrounding it were clusters of palaces.
These palaces included open-air pavilions and enclosed halls.
Yet, regardless of the type, all their windows faced the same direction—the expansive central area of the floating plaza.
These palace clusters were designated resting areas for the spectators.
Though numerous, the palaces were not connected, each distinctly separated.
Atop each cluster hung a flag, inscribed with the names of various factions, indicating where each group should go.
“It seems the All Heavens Sect is quite confident,” Chu Feng remarked, observing the setup.
He felt that the All Heavens Sect was determined to seize the treasure.
Otherwise, there was no need to invite so many people.
Inviting such a crowd was likely to let them witness something.
Witness what?
Naturally, their success—surely they didn’t intend for everyone to see them fail.
Thus, Chu Feng deduced that the All Heavens Sect must have some assurance of securing the treasure; otherwise, they wouldn’t have made such a grand spectacle.
At this moment, Chu Feng had blended in with the Wind Thunder Sword Sect, staying in the same palace as their disciples participating in the treasure hunt.
It was an enclosed palace, allowing Chu Feng and the others to see everything outside, while those outside couldn’t see within.
When the treasure hunt began, the palace doors would open, and Chu Feng and the others would leave to enter the world formed by the treasure.
After observing the outside scene, Chu Feng turned his attention to the Wind Thunder Sword Sect disciples.
He was looking for someone.
“Oh, that’s Bai Lulu.”
“No wonder Wang Chen was willing to kill a fellow disciple, and Song Xiao refused to yield even in death—she’s quite extraordinary.”
Chu Feng was searching for the “Junior Sister Bai” mentioned by Wang Chen and Song Xiao.
He had learned her name was Bai Lulu and knew what she looked like.
But seeing her in person, Chu Feng had to admit she was even more striking than he’d imagined.
It wasn’t just her looks—it was her aura.
In terms of features, Bai Lulu was above average, just barely qualifying as beautiful, far from breathtaking.
Yet her fair skin and pure, innocent demeanor, especially her gentle manner and clear eyes, gave her the air of an untainted sprite, inspiring a protective instinct.
Such a woman was indeed very likable.
“What’s the Red Robe Holy Land?” a Wind Thunder Sword Sect disciple asked, noticing the banner outside.
Their attention was drawn to it because, while every other area was packed, the Red Robe Holy Land’s section was empty.
With the event about to start, it was clear the Red Robe Holy Land was snubbing the All Heavens Sect.
“I’ve heard of the Red Robe Holy Land,” a disciple said. “It’s full of beauties, especially one named Yin Zhuanghong, hailed as the number one beauty of the All Heavens Starfield.”
“Number one beauty? I’ve heard that title too many times, but true beauties are rare,” a female disciple scoffed, her tone laced with jealousy.
“You’re wrong, Junior Sister. Yin Zhuanghong’s reputation is real. I heard even Nangong Yifan of the All Heavens Sect is smitten with her,” the disciple continued.
“Oh?” The crowd perked up, especially the female disciples, whose interest was piqued.
From their reactions, Chu Feng could tell Nangong Yifan was a prominent figure.
This made sense, as the upcoming contest involved the younger generation, so they naturally wanted to know their opponents’ strengths.
Nangong Yifan, the top prodigy of the All Heavens Starfield, was someone they couldn’t ignore.
But upon learning that the Red Robe Holy Land was all women, and that Yin Zhuanghong was favored by Nangong Yifan, the Wind Thunder Sword Sect disciples—especially the women—grew increasingly bitter.
Some even began criticizing the Red Robe Holy Land, mostly the female disciples.
Seeing this, Chu Feng couldn’t help but marvel at the jealousy of women.
They hadn’t even met her, yet her rumored beauty sparked such envy.
In fact, the Red Robe Holy Land wasn’t just being discussed by the Wind Thunder Sword Sect; many others were talking about it too.
The topic was similar: why would the Red Robe Holy Land, a power in the All Heavens Starfield, dare to disrespect the All Heavens Sect?
But unlike the curious crowd, Chu Feng remained calm.
He already knew about the enmity between the All Heavens Sect and the Red Robe Holy Land.
They were one step away from open conflict, already opposing forces.
“Senior Brother Ouyang, you’re here!”
Suddenly, the crowd stirred.
Despite being top disciples of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect, all full of pride, they now became fawning.
The men turned subservient, and the women beamed with joy, their eyes sparkling.
All because of one man’s arrival.
This man was Ouyang Pingzhi.
Ouyang Pingzhi was a Second Rank Exalted, comparable to Nangong Yifan.
He was also the top disciple of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect.
Beyond his exceptional talent, his background was illustrious—his grandfather was the sect’s current leader, and his father a prominent elder.
With such status and talent, he was practically destined to become the future leader of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect.
Naturally, he was adored by many disciples, especially the women, who dreamed of marrying him.
Yet, despite the admiring and even loving gazes from the women, Ouyang Pingzhi ignored them.
Upon entering, his eyes locked onto one person—Bai Lulu.
She was the only one in the room not looking at him.
Even Chu Feng was sizing up Ouyang Pingzhi.
But Bai Lulu wasn’t.
Yet Ouyang Pingzhi showed special care for her.
Ignoring everyone else, he walked straight to her.
“Junior Sister Bai, the treasure hunt is about to begin.”
“With six major forces, it’ll be chaotic and dangerous.”
“Stay with me, and I’ll protect you,” Ouyang Pingzhi said to her.
His words drew jealous glares from several female disciples toward Bai Lulu.
Being protected by Ouyang Pingzhi was something they all coveted.
Yet Bai Lulu had gained what they longed for, sparking their envy.
“Thank you, Senior Brother Ouyang,” Bai Lulu said politely, but without much warmth.
“Junior Sister Bai, we’re family—why so formal?” Ouyang Pingzhi replied, reaching out to place his arm on her shoulder.
This intimate gesture intensified the envy in the women’s eyes, some even gritting their teeth in frustration.
But Bai Lulu’s cheeks flushed, and she dodged away instantly.
Then, in a serious tone, she said, “Senior Brother Ouyang, please respect yourself.”
Respect yourself—what a statement.
It clearly showed Bai Lulu’s stance.
She was rejecting the affection of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect’s top genius.
Initially, Chu Feng was merely curious about Bai Lulu, but seeing her character, he couldn’t help but view her in a new light.
“This girl’s got some spark,” he thought to himself.
