Thinking of Pretending to Be Cool

In the secret chamber of the Hundred Refinements Sect.

The room was filled with swirling light and surging energy.

Shi Qingwu, with a pale complexion, sat on the ground, her eyes closed, and her body emanating energy. Despite her sickly appearance, her delicate features were no less exquisite, adding a unique charm to her beauty.

Behind her, another figure sat in black.

The black-clad figure placed their hands on Shi Qingwu's back, continuously channeling energy into her.

However, at this moment, the black-clad figure had removed their hood, revealing a cascade of long, beautiful hair flowing over their shoulders. Beneath that hair was a face of unsurpassed beauty, not much less stunning than Shi Qingwu's.

After the energy in their meridians completed this cycle, both of them opened their eyes simultaneously.

"How many days have passed?"

Shi Qingwu asked.

"Seven days."

The black-clad figure responded.

"Any news outside?" Shi Qingwu inquired.

The black-clad figure shook their head, saying, "I've been with you the entire seven days, never leaving."

"You've been through a lot for me."

Shi Qingwu moved her beautiful eyes, filled with worry, and couldn't help but murmur, "I wonder how things are outside, and how Yi Feng is doing."

The black-clad figure opened their mouth but remained silent.

"I hope Yi Feng can manage on his own without any trouble."

Saying this, Shi Qingwu let out a heavy sigh.

"Sect Leader, Yi Feng is quite clever and resourceful. Maybe he's still managing fine." The black-clad figure consoled, "With your current state, you can only suppress your internal injuries temporarily. If you move about, all your previous efforts will be in vain."

"Therefore, let's continue healing. The sooner we recover and leave seclusion, the more prepared we'll be. That way, Yi Feng won't have to face the world alone."

"Yes!"

Shi Qingwu nodded firmly.

Though she was desperate to leave immediately, reality told her it wasn't possible.

So, she could only follow the black-clad figure's advice and heal quickly to leave seclusion as soon as possible.

...

At the same time.

On a small path within the sect.

Su Bai, the initiator of the massacre in the hunting mountains, had just left the servants' quarters when he was stopped by a patrol team.

"Halt! Where are you going?"

The squad leader inspected Su Bai coldly.

"Delivering food to the master."

Su Bai lifted the bundle behind him and spoke calmly.

"Go ahead!"

The squad leader waved impatiently, "Be careful recently. Don't leave the sect unless necessary. With enemies at the gates, don't risk your life by being reckless!"

"Oh."

Su Bai nodded, his expression unperturbed as he moved on.

"Boss, the whole sect is on edge, but this lowly servant doesn't seem to be nervous at all!"

Watching Su Bai's disappearing figure, a patrol member chuckled.

"What do you know!"

The squad leader sneered, "This kind of worthless trash, even walking can trip. Living or dying makes no difference to them, so naturally, they're not afraid!"

As he spoke.

He suddenly let out an "Ow" and fell to the ground.

"Boss, what happened to you?"

The squad leader flushed with embarrassment as he got up, "This place feels a bit strange, let's go!"

In the distance.

Su Bai retracted his finger, casting a cold glance at the fleeing group.

Then he shook his head, muttering, "Why should I get worked up over these idiots? The master is waiting for his meat!"

He stepped out, and in an instant, he disappeared without a trace.

In the small courtyard.

Yi Feng lay in a rocking chair, leisurely swaying.

Seeing Su Bai enter, he drawled, "You're here? What did you bring for me today?"

Su Bai changed his demeanor completely, now full of respect, "Master, I caught a peacock for you today, it's... edible, I suppose..."

In fact,

It was a Peacock Saint King with cultivation at the True Immortal Stage level five.

But Su Bai intentionally left out the details.

After all, for his master, even a True Immortal Level ten demon was no different from an ordinary beast.

After a series of meticulous preparations—de-feathering and cooking.

Yi Feng happily dug into the peacock meat, nodding in satisfaction, "Not bad, this meat is more satisfying than the previous ones."

"I'm glad you enjoy it, Master."

Su Bai replied respectfully, then hesitated.

Yi Feng noticed the change in Su Bai and asked, "Su Bai, is something on your mind?"

At this, Su Bai first shook his head, then nodded.

"What’s on your mind, just say it."

Yi Feng picked up a leg bone, gnawing as he asked.

Su Bai lowered his head, "Master, I'd like to take a day off tomorrow…"

"Huh? And what do you plan to do?"

Su Bai clenched his teeth, "Attend my ex-girlfriend's wedding."

"Pfft—"

Yi Feng burst out laughing.

After coughing twice, he chuckled, "You've got quite the quirky habit, don't you?"

"I'm embarrassed to have bothered you, Master…"

Su Bai's face turned red, and he explained, "She and I grew up together, but she left me a year ago because she thought I was useless and got involved with a young master from a prominent family. Now that their wedding is approaching, she sent someone to give me an invitation a while ago, asking me to attend their wedding."

"At first, I didn't want to go—it would only lead to humiliation…"

Here, Su Bai's tone changed, "But since I've had the fortune to meet you, Master, and you granted me strength, allowing me to turn things around, I think I want to…"

Yi Feng pointed a bone at Su Bai, laughing, "You want to go and show off?"

Su Bai scratched his head awkwardly, his voice low, "Please grant me permission, Master."