Although Chu Feng had entered the Misty Immortal Peak, he was unable to visit Ziling and the others, nor could he go to the Mystic Art Stone Stele.
In truth, he wasn't allowed to move about at all. He could only rest at the First Immortal's residence. Everything had to be handled by the First Immortal, and all intelligence had to be gathered by the First Immortal.
Under these circumstances, if the First Immortal harbored malicious intent and wished to end Chu Feng's life right now, it would be child's play. Yet Chu Feng felt no anxiety or unease whatsoever.
It wasn't that Chu Feng trusted the First Immortal. Rather, he trusted the bond of kinship between the First Immortal and Ya Fei. For Ya Fei's sake, the First Immortal would never betray Chu Feng.
However, Chu Feng ended up waiting for a full ten days. Although no one had come to the palace to cause him trouble during this period, the First Immortal had not returned either.
This situation began to unsettle even the normally composed Chu Feng, for counting the days, tomorrow was the wedding between Ziling and Jiang Qisha. If the First Immortal still hadn't returned, could something have gone wrong?
*Squeak.*
But just as Chu Feng was pacing about in worry, the tightly shut palace doors were pushed open, and a familiar figure stepped inside — the First Immortal.
"Senior First Immortal, you're finally back! What took you so long?"
Upon seeing the First Immortal, the weight in Chu Feng's heart finally lifted. But as he drew closer, he noticed that the First Immortal reeked of alcohol — he must have been drinking quite a lot.
"I hadn't seen the Ancestor and the Island Master in ages. They insisted on hosting me, and I couldn't very well refuse. As long as the banquet kept going, there was simply no way for me to leave."
"But don't worry — I got what you wanted. This is the barrier key that leads to the Mystic Art Stone Stele." As he spoke, the First Immortal produced a barrier key, then continued:
"However, the Ancestor seems to place tremendous importance on that Mystic Art Stone Stele. If not for the countless contributions I've made for the Immortal Island, he never would have granted me this barrier key. And even with it in hand, I'm not permitted to bring anyone else up — only I alone may go up there to cultivate."
"Actually, that's not really a problem. Tomorrow is the wedding day, and your Resentless Night Demon Sect will surely come to stir up trouble. When chaos erupts, sneaking you up to the Mystic Art Stone Stele amid the confusion shouldn't be difficult."
"However, I made a point of visiting the Mystic Art Stone Stele earlier today. I even found the Immortal Transference Mystic Art and gave it a tentative try."
"But I discovered that the Immortal Transference Mystic Art is extraordinarily difficult to cultivate. Even just getting started would take a year or half a year. And with the situation being so urgent, how could you possibly manage to succeed?"
"Heh — are you worried I'll fail, Senior First Immortal?" Chu Feng asked with a smile.
"Worried? Of course I'm worried. We've come this far — there can be no failure." The First Immortal nodded gravely.
"Rest assured, Senior. Although this is indeed a gamble, I'm not entirely without confidence. No matter how difficult the Immortal Transference Mystic Art may be, half a day is more than sufficient."
Chu Feng was brimming with confidence. He had already mastered the Earth Prison Abyssal Slash — a technique that no ordinary person could possibly cultivate. So how could the Immortal Transference Mystic Art, which others had already successfully cultivated, pose a real challenge?
"It seems the rumors are true — you really are a monster. The Immortal Island should never have made an enemy of you." Gazing at Chu Feng like this, the First Immortal let out a long, emotional sigh.