Chapter 793: Shi Qingwu Emerges from Seclusion

After making their decision, Zeng Xian and the others wasted no time. They immediately summoned their spirit boat and set off for the Hundred Refinements Sect. On the spirit boat, everyone was deep in thought, their faces grave, and no one spoke a word. The red letter had been seen by everyone, including those from the lower sects. Although they didn’t know who had sent it, there was no doubt about its authenticity. Earlier, on their way, they had received messages from two other major sects on par with the Tianba Sect. This meant that all first-tier forces had already been informed.

The heavy atmosphere persisted until the spirit boat arrived above the Hundred Refinements Sect. For these people, the "big shot" at the Hundred Refinements Sect was the only lifeline they could grasp in this dire situation. When the spirit boat landed, Sun Zhonghuang and others hurried to greet them. When they saw that the two ancestors of the Tianba Sect had come in person, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. Just look at this! Our lord is such an awe-inspiring figure that even the ancestors of the Tianba Sect have come running to pay their respects.

"May I ask, where is Lord Yi Feng?" Zeng Xian and the others had no time for pleasantries and immediately asked.

"Ancestors, please follow me," Sun Zhonghuang said, leading the way. Behind him were Zeng Xian and Deng Chao, followed by the second elder of the Hundred Refinements Sect and others, and finally the elders and sect leaders from the lower sects who had come with Zeng Xian. The group formed a long procession.

"Lord Yi Feng is inside," Sun Zhonghuang said as they reached the small courtyard.

Zeng Xian and Deng Chao couldn’t wait any longer and stepped forward to enter the house, but just before they could cross the threshold, they were stopped by two attendants.

"Lord Yi Feng is resting. What business do you have?" the two attendants asked expressionlessly.

"Friends, we have urgent matters to discuss with Lord Yi Feng. Please let us in," Zeng Xian said, trying to step forward.

The two attendants frowned. In their eyes, only Yi Feng mattered, and no one else.

"I said, Lord Yi Feng is resting. No one is to disturb him," one of the attendants said sternly. With that, he stepped forward to block their path and gave them a push.

The push sent Zeng Xian and Deng Chao stumbling backward. Their feet dug deep into the ground before they managed to steady themselves. When they looked up at the two attendants again, their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. How could these two attendants be so powerful?

Before they could speak, a dozen more attendants emerged, lining up in front of the door with serious expressions. As they appeared, an invisible pressure weighed heavily on everyone present. Zeng Xian and Deng Chao were even more astonished. They could keenly sense that these dozen or so individuals were all on par with the first two attendants. From the push they had just experienced, it was clear that the two attendants were at least as strong as they were. In other words...

The two exchanged a glance and took a sharp breath. In other words, these dozen attendants were all at least as strong as they were. When they had first met Su Bai, they had thought he was the only one of his kind. They had never expected there to be so many.

"It seems we’ve underestimated this lord once again," they couldn’t help but communicate telepathically, their minds reeling.

However, they also felt a sense of relief. They had come to the right place. Of course, they didn’t dare to barge in again. The pressure from Su Bai and the others was simply too overwhelming. Zeng Xian and Deng Chao sat down cross-legged on the ground to wait. Seeing this, the others followed suit, patiently waiting.

Su Bai, however, thought more carefully. After all, Zeng Xian and Deng Chao were not ordinary figures. He turned and brought out some small stools from the house.

"Here, take a seat," Su Bai said.

"Ah, thank you," Zeng Xian and Deng Chao took the small stools, feeling somewhat awkward. Sitting on such low stools was uncomfortable, but refusing would be disrespectful to Su Bai, who was not only as strong as they were but also served Yi Feng.

"My eggs haven’t been used in thousands of years. It’s fine if they get a little squished," Zeng Xian said.

Deng Chao nodded in agreement. The two of them sat down carefully on the small stools, their legs tightly pressed together. Seeing this, the others from the lower sects also felt it inappropriate to remain seated on the ground. After all, if the ancestors were sitting on stools, it wouldn’t look right for the lower sect members to remain cross-legged, as if they were detached from the situation. Besides, given the current circumstances, it was hard to remain calm anyway. So, many of them stood up, leaning against the wall or squatting.

They waited like this for an hour. Yi Feng was still fast asleep, completely unaware of what was happening.

Meanwhile, in a secret chamber within the Hundred Refinements Sect, a bright light flashed. Shi Qingwu, who had been meditating, finally opened her eyes.

"Finally stable. I can leave seclusion now," she said, her face filled with urgency.

She stood up eagerly.

"Sect Leader, perhaps you should rest a little longer to stabilize your condition," a woman in black behind her suggested.

"No need," Shi Qingwu said, her expression grave. "I’ve been in seclusion for so long. I have no idea what’s happening outside. And Yi Feng, who’s all alone... I don’t know how he’s doing. I just hope he’s still alive by the time I leave seclusion..."

With that, Shi Qingwu hurriedly walked out of the seclusion chamber.