And coincidentally,
Yi Feng was just such a person.
Public opinion pressure?
Non-existent.
His only concern was money.
Meanwhile, in the Hundred Refinements Main Hall,
Shi Qingwu sat at the head of the room, with a black-clad figure standing respectfully beside her.
"To be honest, this kid is quite reliable. Despite all the ridicule and mockery flying around about him, he doesn’t even bat an eye. He just spends his days drinking and fishing," the black-clad figure chuckled. "I was actually worried that he might not be able to handle the pressure and just quit. But it seems I overthought it."
"Mhm!"
Shi Qingwu nodded solemnly and said, "We just need to hold out for one more month. Once I successfully inherit the Sect Leader's legacy, it will be a done deal."
As she spoke,
the corners of her lips curled slightly.
But the next moment, her face suddenly paled, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Not good."
Her expression darkened as she quickly sealed several of her acupoints.
"Sect Leader, what happened?"
The black-clad figure looked at her with concern.
"I just broke through recently, and my cultivation base is unstable. It’s causing a backlash," Shi Qingwu said with a grave expression.
"But you..."
The black-clad figure’s worried gaze lingered on her.
"It’s quite serious. I’ll likely need to go into seclusion for a few days," Shi Qingwu said solemnly. "And I’ll need you to guard me during that time."
"But if both of us go into seclusion, what about that kid?"
The black-clad figure’s expression turned heavy. "This last month is the critical moment. Sun Zimei and the others will never let up. They’ll definitely keep making moves."
"They can’t challenge your strength, prestige, or contributions to the sect. The only weak point they can exploit is Yi Feng. If something goes wrong with him, all our efforts will be in vain."
Shi Qingwu’s brow furrowed tightly.
She hesitated, unsure of what to do.
But before she could speak, another mouthful of blood spilled from her lips, and her entire demeanor seemed to weaken further.
Seeing this, the black-clad figure quickly supported Shi Qingwu.
"Forget it, Sect Leader. Given your current state, we should hurry and stabilize your injuries in seclusion," the black-clad figure said with concern. "After all, nothing is more important than your health."
Shi Qingwu bit her lip, her expression filled with reluctance.
But after assessing the state of her internal energy, she realized she had no choice but to enter seclusion.
"Fine. Before we begin, bring Yi Feng here," she said after a moment of hesitation.
"Understood. I’ll go right away."
The black-clad figure quickly left.
Not long after, he returned with Yi Feng to the main hall.
In the short time it took for Yi Feng to arrive, Shi Qingwu’s condition had worsened further. Her delicate face was now as pale as a sheet.
Yet, she forced herself to hold on and wait for Yi Feng’s arrival.
"What’s wrong with you?" Yi Feng couldn’t help but ask when he saw her.
"You don’t need to worry about that," Shi Qingwu said with a strained expression. "Let’s keep this brief. I have no choice but to enter seclusion for a few days, and Black Shadow will need to guard me during that time."
"So, for the next while, we won’t be able to look after you."
"Sun Zimei and the others won’t let this opportunity slip. You’ll have to face all the trouble on your own."
"Oh."
Yi Feng responded indifferently.
Seeing Yi Feng’s nonchalant reaction, Shi Qingwu was momentarily stunned. She couldn’t help but ask, "That’s all you have to say? Just ‘oh’?"
"Okay."
Yi Feng added another word.
Shi Qingwu was left speechless, her injuries nearly flaring up again from frustration.
Could this kid not grasp the danger of the situation?
His reaction was so slow that she truly didn’t feel confident leaving him alone outside.
Thinking this, Shi Qingwu looked at Yi Feng with utmost seriousness and repeated her instructions word by word.
"Remember what I’m saying. During this time, don’t trust anyone. If you encounter any trouble, don’t act rashly. If anyone asks you anything, just say you don’t know."
"Everything, and I mean everything, must wait until we come out of seclusion!"
"Do you understand?"
"Okay, got it."
Yi Feng replied.
Only after confirming that Yi Feng had truly taken her words to heart did Shi Qingwu let out a sigh of relief. She waved her hand and said, "You may leave."
Just as Yi Feng turned to leave, she suddenly called out to him again.
Yi Feng turned his head to look at her.
Shi Qingwu hesitated for a moment before taking out a talisman from her storage ring.
"This is a one-time teleportation talisman. In a critical moment, you don’t need to worry about our arrangement," Shi Qingwu instructed solemnly. "If your life is in danger, you can use it to teleport away at any time."
After explaining how to use the talisman, Shi Qingwu immediately entered the seclusion chamber.

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