Chapter 1105: Even A Dream Is Just Like This

The air was filled with immortal mist, and grand palaces stood tall and majestic.

The Moon God Pavilion was more prosperous than ever before. Many new disciples had been admitted, and visitors came in an endless stream. Figures could be seen everywhere, and the number of powerful cultivators was beyond count.

The disciples moving about within the sect exuded a newfound confidence, and the atmosphere was brimming with vitality and vigor, making it an incredibly alluring place.

Between the inner and outer sects.

In a secluded alchemy courtyard that originally belonged to the outer sect, the crowd of visitors was particularly dense. Over a hundred people waited quietly outside the gate, many of whom were disciples of the Moon God Pavilion. The bustling scene here was no less than that of the residences of the inner sect elders.

Even though the courtyard gate was tightly shut, with a sign that read, "No visitors unless for urgent matters," the crowd outside showed no intention of dispersing.

The reason was simple: the master of this courtyard was none other than Alchemy Elder Feng Tianquan.

Looking out at the lively scene from the window of the tea room in the pavilion, Hu Weifang chuckled lightly.

"Elder Hu, your reputation truly precedes you. Your prestige is extraordinary."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the old man beside him shot him a glare.

"Are you just here to mock me, kid?"

"I think you're not much different. Otherwise, you wouldn't have hidden away in this old man's humble courtyard. Fame is a double-edged sword, after all."

Hearing this, Hu Weifang could only smile wryly in resignation.

"Ah."

"Who could have guessed? We only accompanied the Holy Maiden to Yunxing once, and she hasn't forgotten our efforts. She promoted us to the inner court."

"Now, with the Holy Maiden's status soaring and her cultivation breaking through, we've been elevated along with her. The constant stream of visitors is overwhelming…"

"Unfortunately, our cultivation is weak, and we have no special talents. We can't be of much help to the Holy Maiden, and we fear we might disappoint her high expectations."

Both the old man and the young man were filled with gratitude, but they couldn't hide the worry in their eyes.

They were once ordinary elders and disciples, but in the blink of an eye, they had been promoted, gaining great honor and extraordinary status. This had also led to them becoming close friends despite their age difference.

For Yin Xianyun, these matters were trivial, but for them, it was a life-changing opportunity. Yet, they felt they had nothing to offer in return, always carrying a sense of guilt and inadequacy.

Thus, although they had risen to the inner sect, they chose to remain in the outer sect to avoid gossip and protect the Holy Maiden's reputation.

As they chatted lightly, a disciple from the mountain gate arrived outside the courtyard to deliver a message.

Hearing the words, Feng Tianquan's eyes widened in surprise.

Seeing the unexpected expression on Feng Tianquan's face, Hu Weifang asked with concern, "Elder Feng, is there some trouble? If there's any difficulty, I'll do my best to help. If I can't, the Holy Maiden surely won't stand by idly."

Feng Tianquan nodded gratefully and waved his hand with a light smile.

"It's not a big issue, and we mustn't disturb the Holy Maiden."

"It's just that the son of an old friend has come to visit. I don't have much of a relationship with him, so I suspect he's heard some rumors and is here to ask for help."

As he spoke, Feng Tianquan's eyes took on a nostalgic look, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his weathered face.

"His name is Luo Buqun. I've heard that he's been idle and unambitious since childhood. But his father and I were close friends, and before he passed, he entrusted me with looking after his son. I suppose I have no choice but to meet him, though I'm not sure if it's for the best."

Hearing this, Hu Weifang knew it wasn't his place to say more, so he simply nodded slightly.

A moment later.

Luo Buqun was led into the Moon God Pavilion by a mountain gate disciple. As he looked at the bustling crowd outside the courtyard gate, his heart was in turmoil. The initial surprise had turned into sheer astonishment!

An unexpected delight, a true eye-opener!

He had thought Feng Tianquan was just an outer sect elder with little influence. Coming here to visit, he hadn't been very confident, merely hoping for a stroke of luck.

But he never could have imagined this!

The line of people waiting to see Feng Tianquan was like a long dragon. At a glance, there were easily over a hundred people!

As he walked forward, he felt the terrifying auras emanating from all around. The presence of Saints was everywhere!

For Elder Feng to have so many people seeking an audience, his influence must be unimaginable!

Good heavens, had he just stumbled upon a massive opportunity?!

Walking past the crowd on either side, Luo Buqun's heart was in a frenzy. He couldn't help but be intimidated by the overwhelming auras, yet he couldn't suppress his overwhelming joy.

Especially when he noticed the envious and curious glances from the talented individuals on either side.

He was just a small sect leader. How could he possibly deserve the envy of so many powerful figures?

At this moment, Luo Buqun felt like he had reached the pinnacle of his life. Without anyone needing to point it out, he already knew—he had encountered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Even a dream couldn't compare to this!

The further he walked, the more confident and spirited he became.

From the initial timid steps of a nobody, to walking through the gate with his head held high, it only took a few moments for Luo Buqun to undergo a complete transformation in his demeanor and aura.

Stepping steadily into the courtyard, he finally reined in his excitement and resumed a humble expression.

Ascending the pavilion.

When he saw the white-haired old man he hadn't seen in years, Luo Buqun naturally bowed deeply, his voice choked with emotion.

"Uncle Feng! You must stand up for your nephew!"

Starting with a plea for help wasn't unexpected for Feng Tianquan.

But seeing the overly familiar tone and the slightly exaggerated grief, the seasoned alchemy elder, who had spent many years in the outer sect, immediately sensed something amiss.

With a serious gaze, he asked, "What exactly happened? Why are you so distraught?"

Luo Buqun immediately unleashed his acting skills, tears rolling down his face.

"Uncle Feng!"

"Your nephew is incompetent, with mediocre talent. I've brought shame to my father's name!"

Starting with a sorrowful plea and cleverly mentioning his father, he indeed struck a chord with Feng Tianquan. Even Hu Weifang couldn't help but look on with curiosity.

Luo Buqun's face was pale, and tears of shame and anger streamed down his cheeks.

"Uncle Feng, please understand!"

"Your nephew's cultivation is weak, and I dare not seek out spiritual treasures. I could only establish a small sect in Luoying Valley to make a living. But then I encountered a powerful cultivator who colluded with local aristocratic families. With his overwhelming strength, he bullied us and even threatened to destroy my sect!"

"Now, several of my elders have been killed, and our sect's treasures have been stolen. I have no strength to resist, and I can't bear the blood feud. That's why I've come to shamelessly beg for your help, Uncle Feng. Please uphold justice for me!"

His words were convincing, and his expressions and tone were flawless.

As he spoke, a trickle of blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth…

The son of an old friend, living a low-profile life, had been bullied to such an extent. Anyone hearing this would feel a surge of anger, guilt, and indignation!

Feng Tianquan immediately asked, "Who is this ruthless person?!"

Feeling the anger in Feng Tianquan's tone, Luo Buqun secretly rejoiced. He continued to show a grief-stricken expression and activated a hand seal.

Instantly, a ripple of light appeared before their eyes, revealing a figure.

"It's this man! He flaunts his Saint-level cultivation, killing and plundering, humiliating your nephew!"

As the words fell.

The ripples of light gradually settled, and the figure's features became clearer. Feng Tianquan's anger surged as he stared at the image, but as the figure became more distinct, the fury in his eyes began to fade…

Until the ripples disappeared completely, and the youthful face was fully revealed.

In an instant!

Feng Tianquan's cloudy eyes widened in shock, and Hu Weifang leaped up from his chair in astonishment. Both of their pupils trembled as they stared at the unforgettable young face before them.

This!

Wasn't this the same Yi Feng they had met back in Yunxing?!