"Chu Feng, it's not that I don't want to tell you — it's that I truly don't know much about that elder either."
"He once did a great favor for our World Spirit Alliance, and even more than that, he saved my life. So when he entrusted Xiaomei to my care, naturally I had to look after her well."
"As for his true identity — honestly, I know absolutely nothing about it. I don't even know his name."
"But personally, I believe he must be one of the most powerful existences in the entire Martial Holy Land."
"And since Xiaomei is his disciple, I doubt anyone would dare touch her. If someone truly did, they'd be asking for trouble — so you really don't need to worry about Xiaomei's safety," the Left Heavenly Venerable said.
"Thank you, Senior." Chu Feng nodded, yet his curiosity about the blind elder's identity only grew. He had never expected that the old man who had been dismissed as a madman back in the Eastern Sea Region would turn out to be such a formidable existence in the Martial Holy Land.
Afterward, Chu Feng excused himself, claiming he had matters to attend to, and departed. The World Spirit Alliance immediately activated its grand defensive formation after he left. From that point on, all members of the alliance lived exclusively within its grounds.
However, the World Spirit Alliance would never forget that today, had Chu Feng not appeared, the entire alliance would have been annihilated. Chu Feng was the great benefactor who had saved them all.
Yet while the majority were filled with gratitude toward Chu Feng, there was also a portion of people who were consumed by guilt, shame, and lingering fear.
These were the very people who had given Chu Feng a hard time and made things difficult for him when he had first arrived at the World Spirit Alliance.
Among them were both elders and disciples. Back then, they had looked down on Chu Feng entirely, which was why they had dared to bully him.
Now, they were still the same as before — the elders were still elders, the disciples were still disciples — but Chu Feng had become the great savior of their alliance. His strength was not only above their Alliance Master's, but above even the Spirit World Immortal's. Perhaps even if the entire World Spirit Alliance pooled all its forces, they would not be a match for Chu Feng alone.
They felt deep guilt and shame. They regretted what they had done to Chu Feng, feeling that they had truly been blind to greatness standing right before their eyes.
They also felt a chill of fear — fear at what they had done to Chu Feng. After all, with his current strength, if he wanted to take their lives, not even the Spirit World Immortal could stop him. Moreover, given Chu Feng's status today, if he wanted them dead, the Spirit World Immortal would not intervene at all.
They understood perfectly well that when it came to insignificant people like them versus Chu Feng, the Spirit World Immortal would undoubtedly choose Chu Feng.
Still, they counted themselves lucky — lucky that Chu Feng was not the kind of person to hold petty grudges. Otherwise, they would not still be alive and well today. And so, along with their guilt, a genuine sense of admiration for Chu Feng took root in their hearts.
Chu Feng had no idea what the members of the World Spirit Alliance were thinking. He had not forgotten his true purpose because of their affairs.
After a period of traveling, Chu Feng arrived at the Falling Leaves Bamboo Forest. The forest was the same as ever, without much change.
Chu Feng did not disturb anyone. In his current situation, it was better to minimize contact with others — he did not want to bring trouble upon them in the future.
And so, without a soul noticing, he made his way into the cavern where the crystal coffin rested.
That crystal coffin had been hidden away by Hong Qiang using barrier arts that day. Without the key, it was nearly impossible to open.
But now, as Chu Feng stood there, a single sweep of his sleeve caused the seemingly empty space before him to ripple like the surface of a lake. Before long, the crystal coffin and the stone tablet both materialized into view.
Chu Feng had broken through Hong Qiang's barrier without using the key he had been given. After all, Chu Feng was now a Dragon-mark Spirit World Master — Hong Qiang's methods were no match for him.
Gazing upon the crystal coffin and the woman within who looked like a fairy, Chu Feng's heart stirred with emotion.
The first time he had seen this woman, Chu Feng had still been very weak. Back then, Martial Emperors had seemed unimaginably powerful to him.
But now, Chu Feng possessed the ability to slay second-stage Martial Emperors, and he had also learned this woman's name — Duan Qirou.