His state of mind is truly rare.

Watching Chen Dong tremble in fear,

Yi Feng knew further persuasion would be futile.

This reverence stemmed from long-standing disparities in cultivation and status—something impossible to change overnight.

He could only offer an apologetic bow to Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie.

"My apologies, ladies."

As Saints, the two women were accustomed to such deference and paid it no mind.

However,

having an outsider present made Bai Piaopiao slightly uneasy.

Many words lingered in her heart,

yet she struggled to voice them.

After years apart,

she longed to converse deeply with Yi Feng, to spend more time with this exceptionally talented man.

After a brief hesitation,

she finally mustered the courage to look at him with hopeful eyes.

"Yi Feng..."

"It's been so long. Would you... accompany me as my guest?"

For Bai Piaopiao to extend such an invitation,

she had summoned immense courage. Had it been anyone else, she would never have taken the initiative.

Though her expression remained composed,

her expectant gaze never wavered, fixed anxiously on Yi Feng.

Caught off guard by the invitation,

Yi Feng paused briefly.

He wasn’t oblivious!

An invitation like this clearly meant she intended to host him properly.

Between good friends,

he understood such gestures well.

Unfortunately,

his current obsession with seeking death left little room for leisurely pursuits.

Under normal circumstances,

he might have declined.

But now,

seeing Bai Piaopiao’s hopeful eyes and noticing Su Jie’s intense stare,

he reconsidered.

Two Saints—

one a friend he couldn’t possibly fight,

the other the strongest Saint, his best hope for death!

If he missed this chance,

there might never be another.

So Yi Feng agreed without hesitation.

"Very well. I’ll trouble you then."

Bai Piaopiao’s heart fluttered with joy, though she kept her composure.

Without delay,

she flicked her sleeve, causing ripples to spread through the air like water. A seam split open before them, revealing a passage.

Such was the power of a Saint—

truly awe-inspiring.

As Yi Feng marveled,

the two women stepped forward.

Bai Piaopiao glanced back with a soft smile.

"Yi Feng, please... follow me."

Nodding, Yi Feng patted Chen Dong’s shoulder before stepping through with anticipation.

Under Chen Dong’s stunned gaze,

the trio vanished into the darkness. The rift closed behind them, leaving no trace.

Only then did Chen Dong collapse to the ground,

letting out a long exhale.

Gradually,

a foolish grin spread across his face as he muttered in excitement,

"I... I’ve met Saints! I’ve met Saints!"

......

Another realm.

A rift tore open in the sky,

and the three stepped out, hovering midair.

Clouds blazed with sunset hues,

while misty seas churned below.

The breathtaking view of the sunset over the sea of clouds left Yi Feng momentarily speechless.

Over the years,

he had visited many places, seen so-called great sects, and even been a son-in-law of one. He considered himself well-traveled.

Yet this sight—

instantly stirred longing in his heart.

Standing atop the clouds,

divine beasts soared freely, their massive forms vanishing into the rolling mist. The sea of clouds, bathed in golden light, exuded serene tranquility, untouched by mortal clamor.

It was like a pure celestial realm,

beyond the reach of ordinary men.

Even the depictions of heaven in his past life’s fantasies paled in comparison.

Bai Piaopiao smiled tenderly.

"Come with me."

With those words,

she took a single step and reappeared thousands of feet away.

Su Jie followed suit,

her thoughts alone carrying her across the clouds.

The ability to traverse vast distances in an instant—

this was the power of a Saint.

Watching the two women lead the way,

Yi Feng sighed inwardly but didn’t falter.

He dashed after them.

Soon,

guided by the two, Yi Feng soared above the sea of clouds. Below, palaces and pavilions gleamed with divine splendor, while phoenixes and celestial beasts roamed freely.

Ethereal music drifted through the air,

and immortal springs murmured softly.

This paradise rested upon a floating island,

overlooking the boundless sea of clouds below. The mortal realms seemed insignificant in comparison, like ants beneath their feet.

As more divine landscapes unfolded endlessly before him,

Yi Feng’s horizons expanded.

This was a Saint’s abode—

a perfect sanctuary for cultivation and enlightenment.

The so-called great sects he had seen before

were crude and vulgar in comparison, falling short by countless miles.

Recalling his past,

when he had been a mere mortal struggling for food,

now he stood upon a Saint’s domain,

witnessing such wonders.

It was almost too perfect.

Had Bai Piaopiao not slowed down to let him take it all in,

he might have missed this breathtaking beauty.

This woman—

truly a good friend.

Worth keeping.

Immortal cultivation was indeed the ultimate dream of mankind.

Reaching the level of a Saint meant transcending worldly desires—no wonder mortals were so obsessed.

This time,

he had to seize the opportunity.

If he succeeded in dying,

he too could attain such heights!

In the future,

all his friends could share eternal life,

spending carefree days playing chess atop the clouds,

roasting meat and drinking beneath the stars...

What could be better?

With his dream so close,

Yi Feng was moved to recite an impromptu poem:

"With heart set on immortality, I seek the way,

Soaring through clouds, where divine realms lay.

Sacred peaks greet fellow seekers true,

Market streets alive with dreams anew."

The words, simple yet profound,

resonated deeply with the scene before them.

Hearing it, Bai Piaopiao turned back,

her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Yi Feng’s starry eyes.

After all these years,

this man’s talent remained as striking as ever.

A single thought could birth poetry,

as if no time had passed at all.

Her desire to converse grew stronger...

Silently committing the poem to memory,

she led them deeper into the celestial palaces.

Within moments,

they arrived at a courtyard.

Exotic flowers bloomed in the garden,

elegant without ostentation. A pavilion stood in the center, furnished with a qin and a chessboard—simple yet radiating tranquility.

At first glance,

the setting seemed too ordinary for a Saint.

Yet an undercurrent of Daoist essence flowed through it,

bestowing immense benefits to those within.

Yi Feng noticed nothing unusual,

only feeling increasingly nostalgic and comforted.

The layout and scenery

strongly resembled Bai Piaopiao’s residence in the mortal world.

This woman—

like him—was sentimental and cherished the past.

No wonder they got along so well.

Feeling more at ease than ever,

Yi Feng acted naturally, as one would with an old friend.

At Bai Piaopiao’s invitation,

they took seats in the pavilion.

Meanwhile, Su Jie remained silent,

standing by a flower bed in the courtyard,

her gaze fixed intently on Yi Feng.

Her focus was almost unsettling,

as if something on his face held her attention.

Perhaps...

this was the burden of being handsome.

Yi Feng paid it no mind,

continuing his pleasant conversation with Bai Piaopiao, their bond growing stronger.

After a long while,

Bai Piaopiao smiled warmly.

"In just a few years, you’ve reached the Half-Saint realm.

Such achievements bring me joy..."

Listen to that!

Her words were so heartwarming.

Despite her higher cultivation,

she never looked down on him. Instead, she offered encouragement and genuine happiness for his progress.

Now that’s a true friend.

Yi Feng was well aware of his own limitations and wouldn’t let a single compliment go to his head.

"Not at all," he replied modestly.

"Lady Bai, you’ve already attained the realm of a Saint. My meager cultivation is nothing worth mentioning, haha."

His effortless charm and warm smile were like the rising sun.

Bai Piaopiao found herself captivated, her gaze lingering.

To think—

Achieving the Half-Saint realm in just a few years was a monstrous talent by any standard, yet Yi Feng remained humble and composed.

Such temperament was truly rare.

It seemed.

She had worried needlessly.

Just then, Yi Feng let out a soft sigh.

"Ah......"

The sound tugged at Bai Piaopiao’s heart, and she turned to him with concern.

"Why such melancholy, young master? Could it be... you’re troubled by something?"