Chapter 789: A Thief at Home

Bailian Sect's Secret Chamber.

A faint glow illuminated the entire chamber, and waves of energy emanated from the light at the center. Within the glow were two women with graceful figures. Their long hair cascaded over their shoulders, and beads of sweat continuously dripped from their pale faces, indicating that their condition was still not good.

"Pfft!"

At that moment, Shi Qingwu, who was sitting at the front, spat out a mouthful of blood.

The black-clad woman behind her quickly stood up and supported Shi Qingwu.

"Sect Master!"

"How are you?" the black-clad woman asked urgently.

"I'm fine," Shi Qingwu waved her hand to reassure her. "But the backlash this time has triggered some old hidden ailments that were never resolved, which is why this happened."

"You've worked hard," the black-clad woman said, bowing her head. "But we've already resolved eighty to ninety percent of the problem. With a little more rest and a few more days of effort, you'll be completely healed!"

Shi Qingwu nodded, but her expression remained tense.

Although her injuries would be healed in a few days, what about the outside world?

After all, there was still Yi Feng out there.

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

"It's been over half a month since you started seclusion," the black-clad woman replied.

At this, she also furrowed her brow. Half a month was nothing more than the blink of an eye for the two of them in seclusion.

But outside, many things could have happened in that time.

"Over half a month already?" Shi Qingwu murmured. "If I'm not mistaken, the upper sect's grand competition and our sect's annual meeting should have both taken place during this time, right?"

"Yes," the black-clad woman replied, bowing her head. She couldn't help but sigh.

Both the upper sect's grand competition and the sect's annual meeting were significant events. Anyone could predict that Sun Zimei, the elder's grandson, would surely stir up trouble during these occasions.

And Yi Feng would have to face it all alone.

"I wonder how he's doing," Shi Qingwu sighed, then asked, "Do you think he resents me for bringing him to the sect and then going into seclusion, leaving him to fend for himself?"

"Sect Master, you're overthinking it. He's probably fine," the black-clad woman gently reassured her.

"It's not that simple," Shi Qingwu said with a bitter smile. "You know how ruthless Elder Sun Zimei can be. Even we find it difficult to deal with him. How could Yi Feng, with no power, influence, or strength, handle it alone?"

"Ah!" Shi Qingwu sighed again. The situation outside was undoubtedly grim.

"Don't worry, Sect Master. Although we haven't interacted much with Yi Feng, that kid is clever and full of tricks. Maybe he managed to handle it smoothly?" the black-clad woman quickly comforted her, knowing that Shi Qingwu's current state was not conducive to her recovery.

"Handle it smoothly? How could that be possible?" Shi Qingwu smiled bitterly.

"Besides Elder Sun, there's also the elder council. Even we were forced to resort to the desperate measure of having Yi Feng impersonate someone. No matter how clever he is, how could he outwit so many people?"

"If nothing has happened by now, we should already be thanking the heavens."

"Ah, in the end, it's all my fault for dragging him into this."

As she spoke, Shi Qingwu's expression darkened, and a hint of guilt flashed in her eyes.

Noticing Shi Qingwu's guilt, the black-clad woman quickly said, "Sect Master, you shouldn't worry too much. Maybe that kid has already betrayed us and sold us out."

"I hope he did sell us out," Shi Qingwu sighed. "This seclusion has cost us the initiative. I no longer have any hope of retaining the position of sect master."

"Since there's no hope left, it's better for him to sell us out than to sacrifice his life for us."

Hearing this, the black-clad woman was deeply moved.

Perhaps this was why she had always supported Shi Qingwu.

"Sect Master, don't think too much about it. Focus on recovering from your injuries. No matter what happens outside, you need to heal first," the black-clad woman urged.

Shi Qingwu's gaze lowered, and she reluctantly closed her beautiful eyes.

The black-clad woman channeled her immortal energy, and a powerful force once again flowed into Shi Qingwu's body, aiding her recovery.

However, while Shi Qingwu and the black-clad woman were consumed with worry, a grand celebration was taking place within the Bailian Sect.

"Ole!"

On the training grounds, Sun Zhonghuang twisted his body and shouted, "Everyone, join me in shouting, 'Long live Lord Yi Feng!'"

"Long live, long live, long live!"

The synchronized shouts echoed across the training grounds.

"Next, let's shout, 'I am willing to go through fire and water for Lord Yi Feng!'" Sun Zhonghuang called out again.

"Go through fire and water…"

"Go through fire and water…"

Another wave of synchronized shouts filled the training grounds.

"Now," Sun Zhonghuang continued, "let the elders of the Bailian Sect present their offerings to Lord Yi Feng!"

As his voice fell, the elders stepped forward, accompanied by maidservants.

"My lord, this is Flamebeast meat. It's tender and flavorful, with just the right amount of fat."

"My lord, this is Green Bamboo Crane, freshly stewed. It's delicious and nutritious. Please enjoy."

"My lord, this is Heavenly Spirit Frog…"

One by one, the elders eagerly presented their delicacies.

Yi Feng sat on the high platform, enjoying it all.

The entire sect was immersed in a harmonious atmosphere.

As for discord? None existed.

Scheming and plotting? That was even more unthinkable.

After several rounds of drinks, Yi Feng returned to his small courtyard, satisfied.

But as soon as he reached the entrance, he noticed something was off.

Had his home been robbed?

He cautiously pushed open the courtyard gate and walked toward his room, where he spotted a suspicious figure rummaging under his pillow.

Well, well.

This thief was quite clever, knowing he liked to hide things under his pillow.

Furious, Yi Feng didn't hesitate. He kicked out with all his might.

"Thud!"

A head rolled out from the black robe, and a skull clattered to the corner.

Its hollow eyes were filled with terror, and its jaw chattered. "Ab... Ababa, Aba Aba…"

"Damn it!"

"So it's you, you damn thing!"

Recognizing the skull, Yi Feng cursed loudly.

"Ababa!"

"Ababa my ass! I haven't seen you in so long, and the first thing you do is steal from me? Let's see how I deal with you now."

In his rage, Yi Feng looked around and spotted a wine jar he used for brewing. Without a second thought, he stuffed the skull inside and sealed the jar, turning it into wine.

The rest of the skeleton was kicked into pieces.

After sealing the jar, Yi Feng finally felt some relief.

As he stepped out of the room, he saw the dog and a few other animals trembling on the doorstep.

Yi Feng wasn't surprised by their return.

After all, Lou Benwei, that thing, had come from the system, and the system was part of him. It was no surprise that it had followed him back. As for the dog and the others that Lou Benwei always dragged around, their return was also expected.

Yi Feng grabbed the dog and gave it a good rub, then lay back to bask in the sun, soon drifting off into a light snooze.