"Then, Senior Sister, can you take me there sometime?" Chu Feng asked.
"What do you want to go there for? To cause trouble? Do you have some grudge against the Prison Sect?" Wen Xue asked.
"I have my own plans," Chu Feng said.
"We'll see. It depends on your performance."
"Come inside first."
As she spoke, Wen Xue suddenly tugged her robe down past her shoulders.
Her snow-white shoulders were now fully exposed.
Although her most private areas were still covered.
The delicate skin, the clearly defined collarbones, and that deep line revealed just halfway below them— All of it set Chu Feng's blood racing.
He'd thought Wen Xue was pretty good-looking before, but he never expected her figure to be so hidden.
"Ooh, this girl's got more going on than you'd think," Egg Egg observed, watching even more intently than Chu Feng.
Chu Feng waved his hands frantically. "Senior Sister, I sell my skills, not my body!"
"Sell your head— I'm telling you to get inside."
As Wen Xue spoke again, she formed a hand seal, and right in the middle between her collarbones and that deep line, a barrier gate materialized.
A Formation World!!!
And not an ordinary one—it was perfectly fused with Wen Xue's body.
"Senior Sister, couldn't you have put the entrance somewhere a bit more… dignified?" Chu Feng said.
"That's exactly what makes it safe—it's closest to my bloodline."
"Stop stalling. Are you getting in or not?" Wen Xue urged.
"Chu Feng, what if it's a trap?" Egg Egg said worriedly.
Even though Wen Xue had indeed saved Zi Ling, and had saved Chu Feng too, Egg Egg still had the feeling this girl couldn't be trusted.
But the moment Egg Egg spoke, the Divine Deer said, "It is a formation space that has been merged with her bloodline, but if I intervene, I can extract you at any time."
"There is no need to worry."
The Divine Deer, seemingly aware that Wen Xue was a peculiar and unpredictable existence, wanted to put Chu Feng at ease, so it spoke up.
"Alright."
Chu Feng did have a slight hesitation, but he'd already planned to trust Wen Xue.
After all, when you work with someone, don't doubt them—and if you doubt them, don't work with them.
But once the Divine Deer spoke, even that sliver of doubt vanished.
Chu Feng entered the space and found that although the formation world wasn't large, he could communicate with Wen Xue at any time.
Moreover, the barrier gate was left open—which meant that if he wanted to, he could leave on his own whenever he pleased.
Clearly, Wen Xue had done this on purpose, precisely to prevent Chu Feng from overthinking.
"Junior Brother Chu Feng, don't come out until I tell you to."
As Wen Xue spoke, she had already readjusted her Prison Sect robe and put her bamboo hat back on before flying toward the location of the Ancestral Martial Realm Sect's ruins.
"Senior Sister, how do we get in?" Chu Feng asked.
"Walk right in," Wen Xue said.
"Walk right in?" Chu Feng was somewhat surprised.
After all, Wen Xue had just told him that those ruins were where the Prison Sect was preparing an alliance with the Seven Realms Holy Palace. Entry was forbidden.
"Of course. Didn't I already tell you—your Senior Sister isn't an ordinary person," Wen Xue said with a smile.
"My senior sister is amazing."
Chu Feng gave a thumbs-up.
As they talked, Chu Feng and Wen Xue arrived at the Ancestral Martial Realm Sect's ruins.
And walked straight in.
Once inside, they could see that the corridor of the ruins also had an eerie air about it.
The style indeed didn't quite match the Ancestral Martial Realm Sect.
Before long, a figure appeared in the corridor.
This person was sitting cross-legged on the ground, cultivating—since the bamboo hat had been set aside, her face was clearly visible.
Though she was middle-aged, she still had some beauty about her, but her sharp features gave off a very dangerous aura.
This was undoubtedly one of the Prison Sect's top powerhouses—Wuma Hanshuang.
"Master, your disciple has returned."
Wen Xue approached and bowed respectfully to Wuma Hanshuang.
"Are you going in again?"
Wuma Hanshuang kept her eyes closed, maintaining her cultivation posture as she spoke.
"Master, your disciple wishes to try once more," Wen Xue said.