“Thank you, Brother Shaoyu.”
Learning his clan was safe, Chu Feng felt completely at ease.
As Fumo Shaoyu had said, without worries holding him back, he could act more freely and boldly.
“By the way, this is where your clan is hiding now.”
As he spoke, Fumo Shaoyu handed Chu Feng a small scroll.
Chu Feng opened it and saw it was a map, detailing the new location where the Chu Heavenly Clan had been relocated.
Indeed, it was a place unlikely to draw attention.
Still, thinking of so many clan members suddenly leaving their familiar home for a new one made Chu Feng feel uneasy.
“My clan has suffered.”
Chu Feng sighed.
They were, after all, the ruling force of the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Their sudden disappearance would surely spark discussion.
“What are they complaining about?”
“With such an outstanding clansman like you, it’s their honour.”
Fumo Shaoyu said.
“By the way, Brother Shaoyu, who’s that girl?”
“She seems to know me.”
Chu Feng glanced at the black-haired girl, asking softly.
“Oh, her? She’s looking for you.”
Fumo Shaoyu replied.
“Looking for me?”
Chu Feng was surprised, as he clearly didn’t recognise her.
“Yes, she came to your clan, asking for you by name. She seemed urgent, and since I knew where you were, I brought her along.”
“But she’s all secretive, wouldn’t tell me what she wants with you.”
“At first, I thought she might be a girl you’d jilted, but it doesn’t seem like that now,” Fumo Shaoyu said quietly.
“Of course not, I don’t even know her.”
Chu Feng said.
“Alright, alright, you two talk.”
“Ask her what she wants, and you’ll know.”
With that, Fumo Shaoyu dragged Fumo Xin’er away.
The siblings giggled, their bond clearly strong.
Chu Feng approached the black-haired girl.
“Miss, you’re looking for me?”
He asked.
“Let’s find a quiet place to talk.”
As she spoke, the girl stepped into the air, heading to a distant spot.
Chu Feng followed.
She didn’t go far, stopping in an area with no one around.
Swish!
Buzz!
With a wave of her arm, a barrier appeared, sealing her and Chu Feng inside.
It was Saint-level barrier power, at the Dragon Mark level.
Though Chu Feng’s spirit power was diminished, his spiritist’s keen senses remained. He could tell this woman was no ordinary Dragon Mark Saint-cloak Spiritist.
Her barrier power was formidable, likely enhanced by the Dragon Transformation Sensation.
Her cultivation was concealed, so Chu Feng couldn’t discern it.
But her barrier technique alone left a deep impression.
Though she appeared unremarkable, this girl was far from ordinary.
“Let me ask you again.”
“Are you really Chu Feng?”
“The Chu Feng abandoned by the Chu Heavenly Clan, raised in the Chu Family of the Nine Provinces Continent in the Ancestral Martial Lower Realm?”
The black-haired girl asked.
“That’s me. And you are?”
Chu Feng asked, growing increasingly curious about her.
“My name is Yu Ting.”
“I’m here today for something very important.”
As she spoke, Yu Ting took out a bell.
It was a purple bell.
Seeing it, Chu Feng’s eyes widened, his heart racing with shock.
His emotions surged, a mix of excitement, tension, and instability.
He couldn’t possibly fail to recognise this bell. It was one he had personally crafted with his barrier technique, a small gift he’d given to Zi Ling.
“Miss Yu Ting, where did you get this bell?”
Chu Feng took the bell, pressing for answers.
Always composed, he was now rattled.
Zi Ling was too important to him.
Aside from Queen-sama, Zi Ling was the one woman who had truly shared his hardships and adventures.
Since leaving the Ancestral Martial Lower Realm, he hadn’t seen her again.
From his father’s information, Chu Feng knew Zi Ling was likely still within the Holy Light Galaxy.
She wanted to help him, but her talent was far inferior, so despite his father’s aid, she needed to work doubly hard.
Chu Feng only knew she was cultivating somewhere, but not where exactly.
He hadn’t seen her since leaving the Ancestral Martial Lower Realm.
Her place in his heart needed no explanation.
Zi Ling was one of the few who could throw him off balance.
Especially now, learning news of her.
He was both thrilled and nervous.
Thrilled to finally have word of Zi Ling.
Nervous because he didn’t know if it was good or bad news.
“You must indeed be Chu Feng.”
Yu Ting had been closely observing his reaction.
From his behaviour, she could see how much he cared for Zi Ling.
“Since you’re Chu Feng, I’ll be direct.”
“Zi Ling is in trouble.”
Yu Ting said.
“In trouble?”
Hearing this, Chu Feng grew even more anxious.
His greatest fear was that Zi Ling was in trouble.
Yet, that fear had come true.
“Don’t worry too much. This matter needs resolving, but it’s not so simple.”
“Panicking now won’t help.”
After saying this, Yu Ting added, “Do you know of the Wolong Martial Sect?”
“Wolong Martial Sect?”
“I know of it.”
Chu Feng had previously asked Long Daozhi about the structure of the Holy Light Galaxy.
So, he was familiar with the Wolong Martial Sect.
It was one of the most powerful forces in the Holy Light Galaxy, second only to the Holy Light Clan.
However, the Wolong Martial Sect was quite secretive.
It was said that the Wolong Starfield, where the sect resided, was inaccessible to outsiders. Only those from the Holy Light Galaxy could visit.
Unauthorized intruders would be killed without mercy.
Moreover, the Wolong Starfield was protected by concealment and guardian arrays, and its location was elusive, known to few.
Even those wishing to trespass couldn’t find it.
Additionally, one couldn’t join the Wolong Martial Sect voluntarily.
The sect personally selected its disciples.
Those they chose, willing or not, would be forcibly taken.
In short, it was a powerful, mysterious, and domineering sect.
