After leaving the fortress,
However, as Chu Feng swallowed mouthful after mouthful of Mystic Medicines and the Divine Thunder refined them one by one, he found that while his Dantian was indeed changing, the changes were agonizingly small.
Suppressing the urge to curse, Chu Feng continued devouring the medicines. Finally, just as he was about to finish refining his latest haul, a tidal transformation erupted within his Dantian — though it lasted only a single instant.
That's right. Chu Feng had finally broken through to Yuan Martial Fifth Level. But the cost of that breakthrough was steep, nearly emptying him of every last Mystic Medicine.
"Shhh, shhh, shhh." Suddenly, Chu Feng's gaze sharpened. He turned his eyes eastward with caution, spotting several figures sprinting at full speed in that direction.
The commotion caught his attention. He focused his Mental Power toward them and picked up a snippet of conversation.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! I heard the Third Miss of the Qilin Prince's Manor,
"Are you sure Miss Lin Yueyue has set up camp up ahead?"
"Of course! I saw it with my own eyes. Would I be wrong?"
"Incredible! To lay eyes on such a beauty even once would make dying worthwhile. But... would the people from the Qilin Prince's Manor even let us get close?"
"Don't worry. The Qilin Prince's Manor isn't as overbearing as the Lingyun Sect."
The men sprinted off in high spirits, all for a glimpse of the Third Miss's beauty.
"Tch. These guys really have nothing better to do." Chu Feng shook his head helplessly at their antics.
He glanced up at the sky and saw that it was getting late — darkness would fall soon. Since he had nothing better to do anyway, he followed in the footsteps of the group and headed after them...
In a clearing in the forest, a crowd of young men in golden armor stood in neat formation around the perimeter. Several others were in the center of the clearing, setting up camp and erecting a lavish tent.
Besides the golden-armored guards, a group of graceful, sweet-faced maids were busy lighting fires and preparing a variety of delicacies.
This group was a branch division of the Qilin Prince's Manor. Every single one of them — guards and maids alike — was a Xuan Martial Realm expert, and none of their strength could be taken lightly.
Such power from the Qilin Prince's Manor was truly astonishing. But what drew the most attention right now was a sedan chair parked at the center of the clearing. The chair was exquisitely ornate, carved entirely from rare jade and breathtakingly beautiful.
Standing at the entrance of the sedan chair were two maids, both strikingly pretty, with fair skin and tall figures that made the sect disciples outside the clearing swallow hard several times over.
"Please. What a bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen a real beauty." Watching the lecherous expressions on the faces around him, Chu Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes in disdain.
Sure, the maids were decent-looking, but that was all — decent. Compared to what lurked inside Chu Feng's own body, they were utterly ordinary.