If one were to ask where the most sacred place in the Eastern Sea Region was, the first answer that came to mind would surely be Ethereal Peak.
Setting aside the fact that Ethereal Peak had been passed down since ancient times, the current master — Qiushui Fuyan — possessed a formidable level of strength.
More important still was the great battle that had taken place at Ethereal Peak years ago, an event that remained vivid in everyone's memory to this day.
That battle had not only gathered the strongest factions of the Eastern Sea Region — rumor had it that experts from the Martial Holy Land had taken part as well.
The Martial Holy Land — a legendary realm — and yet somehow, several figures from that very land had appeared in the Eastern Sea Region.
Though the rumors claimed they were all juniors, they had wielded power that reached the heavens. Fortunately, the Master of the Remnant Night Demon Sect, Chu Feng, had slain them with heaven-defying strength. Otherwise, Ethereal Peak would likely have fallen under the control of the Martial Holy Land.
Most importantly, it was said that those juniors from the Martial Holy Land had been ruthless and vicious. Had they won that battle, everyone in the Eastern Sea Region might never have known peace again.
Through word of mouth, those figures from the Martial Holy Land had been blackened beyond recognition — portrayed as monsters and demons who would even defile elderly women, beasts beyond all redemption.
Though years had passed, that battle remained the most sensational event in the Eastern Sea Region in recent times.
People still loved to talk about it, and yet Ethereal Peak remained a sacred ground off-limits to ordinary folk.
Even so, many still wished to join Ethereal Peak's ranks, so nearly every day crowds gathered outside its entrance, hoping to be accepted.
"Move along, or face the consequences."
Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out. Looking toward its source, four beautiful women stood at the entrance of Ethereal Peak.
Upon seeing them, every person in the crowd shuddered, their faces draining of color with undisguised fear.
These four women were beautiful — not merely beautiful, but famous. It was precisely their fame that inspired terror.
They were the four disciples of the Ethereal Peak's former master, the Ethereal Fairy: Spring Dance, Summer Rain, Autumn Bamboo, and Winter Snow.
Across the Eastern Sea Region, hardly anyone dared to offend them — let alone here, on Ethereal Peak's own grounds.
"Sisters, it's been years — how have your tempers only grown worse?"
A teasing voice suddenly drifted from within the crowd.
"Who's that? Has he got a death wish?"
"Seriously, how dare he flirt with my four goddesses? He's clearly asking for it."
Before Spring Dance, Summer Rain, Autumn Bamboo, and Winter Snow could respond, voices from the crowd had already piped up.
And indeed, the expressions on the four women's faces had turned extremely unpleasant. Their furious gazes swept toward the crowd, searching for the one responsible.
In such a situation, no one wanted to bear the blame. The crowd parted in a flash, leaving a single person standing there — unmoved.
Not only unmoved, but smiling warmly at the four women, his gaze the very definition of brazen.
"Holy crap, this guy's got guts."
Seeing Chu Feng standing there, motionless, staring at the four women with that look, the crowd was stunned.
More than a few people felt a measure of admiration for Chu Feng — admiration for his courage. He was literally looking at beautiful women with his life on the line.
But the majority wore expressions of gleeful schadenfreude. They had stepped aside, yet had no intention of leaving. After all, nothing delighted them more than a good show.