Burglary at Home

Secret Chamber of the Hundred Refinements Sect.

A soft radiance illuminated the entire chamber, while from the center of the light, waves of aura spread out.

At the heart of the radiance were two shapely women.

Their long hair draped over their shoulders, and beads of sweat constantly dripped from their brows. Judging by their pale complexions, their conditions were still not good.

"Pfft!"

At that moment, Shi Qingwu, sitting in front, spat out a mouthful of blood.

The black-clad woman behind her quickly stood up to support Shi Qingwu.

"Sect Master!"

"How are you?"

The black-clad woman hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine."

Shi Qingwu waved her hand to reassure her, saying, "It's just that this backlash has triggered the old hidden ailment in my body that had never been solved, which led to this."

"You've worked hard."

The black-clad woman lowered her head and said, "But after all this effort, we've solved about eight or nine tenths. With a bit more rest and a few more days of effort, you'll be fully recovered!"

Shi Qingwu nodded.

But her expression did not ease.

Even though her injury would be resolved in a few days, what about the outside world?

You see.

There's still Yi Feng out there.

"How many days have passed in total?" Shi Qingwu couldn't help but ask.

"Since you entered seclusion, it's been about half a month," the black-clad woman replied.

Speaking of which, she also frowned. Half a month was nothing more than a blink of an eye for the two of them in seclusion.

But outside.

Plenty could happen in that time.

"Half a month, eh?"

Shi Qingwu muttered softly, "If my guess is right, both the grand competition of the upper sect and the annual Sect assembly of our Hundred Refinements Sect should have taken place within this half-month."

"Yes!"

The black-clad woman nodded in response, then couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Another upper sect competition.

Another Sect assembly.

Anyone could predict that Sun Zimei would take advantage of these events to cause all sorts of trouble.

And that Yi Feng would have to face it all alone.

"I wonder how he's doing," Shi Qingwu sighed, then asked, "You know, after bringing him to the Sect, I locked myself in seclusion and left him to fend for himself. He must hate me now, right?"

"Sect Master, you're overthinking. He's definitely fine," the black-clad woman softly reassured.

"It's not that easy," Shi Qingwu chuckled bitterly. "You know Sun Zimei's methods—even we find them headache-inducing."

"To have Yi Feng, with no power, no status, no strength, face them alone... How could he have the ability?"

"Sigh!"

Shi Qingwu let out another long sigh. The situation outside was far from promising.

"No, Sect Master. Although we haven't had much contact with Yi Feng, he's sharp as a whip, full of tricks. Maybe he'll manage to solve it all neatly?" the black-clad woman quickly comforted, as Shi Qingwu's current state was very unfavorable to her recovery.

"To solve it neatly is impossible," Shi Qingwu chuckled again.

"Aside from Sun Zimei, there's the Elder Council. Even we were forced to come up with the plan of having Yi Feng pretend to be someone else. Even if he's clever, how could he outplay so many people!"

"That he's still unscathed now can only be attributed to luck."

"Ah, in the end, it's all my fault for involving him!"

Finished speaking, Shi Qingwu's expression was dim, her eyes showing traces of guilt.

Noticing Shi Qingwu's guilt, the black-clad woman quickly said, "There's no need for the Sect Master to worry so much. Maybe that kid has already betrayed us and sold us out."

"I wish he had sold us out."

Shi Qingwu let out a long sigh. "This time in seclusion, we've already lost the initiative. I don't hold any hope for the Sect Master position anymore."

"Since there's no hope anyway, selling us out would be better than risking his own life."

Upon hearing this, the black-clad woman was deeply moved.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons she supported Shi Qingwu.

"Sect Master, don't think too much. Let's continue healing. No matter what happens outside, we need to recover first," the black-clad woman said.

Shi Qingwu's gaze was low, and she had no choice but to close her beautiful eyes.

The black-clad woman's hands surged with divine energy, and thick power flowed back into Shi Qingwu's body to help her recover.

However.

Just as Shi Qingwu and the black-clad woman were worrying, a grand banquet was taking place in the Hundred Refinements Sect.

"Oleee!"

In the martial field.

Sun Zhonghuang twisted his body and shouted, "Come on, everyone, say with me, Long live Lord Yi Feng."

"Long live, long live, long live."

Loud and uniform cheers echoed throughout the martial field.

"Come on, keep going, I would gladly climb mountains of blades and descend seas of fire for Lord Yi Feng," Sun Zhonghuang shouted again.

"Climb mountains of blades and descend seas of fire..."

"Climb mountains of blades and descend seas of fire..."

Another wave of unified voices echoed across the martial field.

"Come."

"Now, let it be sung that the elders of our Hundred Refinements Sect present delicacies to Lord Yi Feng!" Sun Zhonghuang shouted.

As his voice fell, various elders accompanied by maids took the stage.

"My lord, this is the Ember Beast; its taste is exquisite, greasy yet not heavy."

"My lord, this is the Blue Bamboo Stork, freshly stewed, its flavor is exquisite; please try."

"My lord, this is the Heavenly Spirit Tree Frog..."

Elders competed to offer various delicacies.

While Yi Feng sat on the high platform, enjoying all of this.

The whole Sect was engulfed in a harmonious atmosphere.

For discord?

Nope.

Grappling for power?

Bit off topic.

After a few rounds of wine, Yi Feng felt content and returned to his small courtyard.

The moment he arrived at the door, he sensed something was off.

My place was robbed?

He cautiously pushed open the courtyard gate and walked towards his room, only to find a suspicious figure fumbling under his pillow.

Heavens.

What a wiley one!

So astute, knowing his habits—fond of keeping things under his pillow.

In a rage, Yi Feng didn't hesitate and kicked out with a kick.

"Thud!"

A skull fell off the black robe, tumbling with a "click-clack" to a corner.

The empty eye sockets bore a look of terror; the upper and lower jaws were fluttering. "Ah... ah b-b-bah, ah bah bah..."

"Damn!"

"So it's you, you dog."

Upon seeing this shabby skull, Yi Feng immediately recognized it. Cursing loudly.

"Aha bah!"

"Bah your sister! Haven't seen you in ages, and the first thing you do is rob me—your dad's money. Let your daddy teach you a lesson."

Seeing red, Yi Feng looked left, looked right, and spotted a jar he used for brewing medicinal wine.

Without a word, he stuffed the skull inside, directly immersing it in the wine.

The skeleton frame next to it was also kicked to smithereens with a single kick.

After sealing the jar, Yi Feng finally felt satisfied.

As he stepped out of the room, he saw Doggie and Snowball trembling at the doorway.

To their return, Yi Feng wasn't surprised at all.

Lu Benwei, this guy, was product of the system, and the system resided inside him, so it wasn't strange at all for him to come back.

The dogs and such, brought by Lu Benwei every day, returning made perfect sense as well.

Yi Feng grabbed Doggie for a good scrub, then lay back in the sun, nodding off faintly.