Chapter 983: His State Of Mind Is Truly Rare

Watching Chen Dong tremble with fear, Yi Feng knew there was no point in trying to persuade him further. This kind of reverence was the result of a long-standing gap in cultivation and status, something that couldn't be changed overnight.

He could only bow apologetically to Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie.

"Please forgive me, ladies."

Both women were saints and had long been accustomed to such situations, so they didn't mind.

However, having an outsider around made Bai Piaopiao feel somewhat uneasy. Many thoughts swirled in her mind, but she didn't know how to voice them. It had been years since they last met, and she longed to have a good conversation with Yi Feng, to spend more time with this exceptionally talented man.

After hesitating for a few moments, she finally looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Yi Gongzi."

"It's been many years. Would you... be willing to come with me as my guest?"

For Bai Piaopiao to say this, she had mustered all her courage. If it weren't for Yi Feng, she would never have taken the initiative to invite someone or spoken so directly. Though her expression remained calm, her expectant gaze was fixed on him, unable to look away, her heart filled with nervous anticipation.

Hearing this sudden invitation, Yi Feng was momentarily stunned.

He wasn't a clueless man! When someone extended an invitation like this, it was clearly meant to be a warm gesture of hospitality. Between friends, he understood this much.

Unfortunately, his current focus was solely on seeking death, and he didn't have much interest in leisurely outings. In the past, he might have declined. But now, seeing the hopeful look in Bai Piaopiao's eyes and noticing Su Jie also staring at him, he reconsidered.

These two saints—one was a friend he couldn't bring himself to fight, and the other was the strongest saint, his greatest hope for achieving his goal of dying. If he missed this opportunity, it might never come again.

So, Yi Feng decided to accept.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you."

Bai Piaopiao's heart swelled with joy, though she tried to keep her emotions in check. Without hesitation, she waved her sleeve, and a ripple spread through the air. Before their eyes, the space seemed to part like water, forming a gap.

Such was the power of a saint—truly remarkable.

As Yi Feng marveled at this display, the two women stepped through the gap. Bai Piaopiao turned back with a gentle smile.

"Yi Gongzi, please... follow me."

Yi Feng nodded, patted Chen Dong on the shoulder, and stepped through with anticipation. Under the stunned gaze of his friend, the three of them disappeared into the void. The ripple faded, and the gap closed, leaving no trace.

Chen Dong collapsed to the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief. Gradually, a foolish grin spread across his face, and he muttered excitedly to himself.

"I... I've met saints! I've met saints!"

...

In another realm, a rift split the sky, and the three of them stepped out, standing in mid-air.

The sky was painted with clouds and mist, and the sea of clouds churned below. The breathtaking 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 a sect. He considered himself well-traveled. But the scene before him was something else entirely.

Standing atop the clouds, surrounded by soaring immortal beasts and massive creatures disappearing into the rolling sea of clouds, all bathed in the glow of the sunset, it was a scene of serene beauty, untouched by the noise of the mortal world.

It was like a pure, heavenly land, something no ordinary person could ever reach. Even the depictions of heaven in his past life's TV shows couldn't compare.

Bai Piaopiao smiled softly.

"Follow me."

With that, she took a step forward, and in an instant, she was thousands of feet away. Su Jie followed suit, her figure appearing on a cloud below.

Such was the power of saints—able to traverse vast distances in an instant.

Seeing the two women leading the way, Yi Feng sighed inwardly but didn't falter. He sped after them.

Moments later, under the guidance of the two women, Yi Feng soared through the sea of clouds. Below, magnificent palaces and pavilions dotted the landscape, and immortal beasts and phoenixes were everywhere.

The air was filled with the sound of immortal music and the gentle flow of celestial springs. This pure land was situated on a towering island, overlooking the boundless sea of clouds below. The other realms seemed like mere ants in comparison, a sight that even in dreams, mortals could hardly imagine.

As the immortal land stretched endlessly beneath his feet, Yi Feng was awestruck.

This was the abode of saints—a perfect place for cultivation and tranquility. The so-called great sects paled in comparison, falling short by countless miles.

Recalling his past, he had once been a mere mortal, sometimes struggling to even fill his stomach. Now, he stood on the sacred land of saints, witnessing such beauty.

It was all too perfect.

If Bai Piaopiao hadn't slowed down to show him everything, he might have missed this breathtaking sight.

This girl was truly a good friend.

Worthy of trust.

Cultivation was indeed the greatest dream of humanity. To reach the level of a saint was to achieve a state of desirelessness and contentment. No wonder people were so obsessed with it.

This time, he had to seize the opportunity!

If he succeeded in dying, he too could reach this level.

In the future, all his friends could share in eternal life, spending their days in carefree leisure, playing chess and drinking tea atop the clouds, roasting meat and drinking wine under the stars...

What a wonderful dream!

With his dream so close, Yi Feng was filled with emotion, and a line of ancient poetry slipped from his lips.

"With a heart set on seeking immortality, I soar through the sea of clouds. In this divine mountain and immortal realm, friends welcome me, and the streets of the market are filled with the dreams of loved ones."

The words carried a serene elegance, fitting perfectly with the scene before them, resonating deeply with anyone who heard them.

Bai Piaopiao turned back at the sound, her heart fluttering as she met Yi Feng's starry gaze.

After so many years, this Yi Gongzi was still as talented as ever, able to compose poetry on the spot, as if everything had returned to how it once was.

Her desire to converse with him grew stronger...

Bai Piaopiao silently memorized the poem and led the way deeper into the sea of clouds.

In just a few moments, the three of them landed in a courtyard.

The garden was filled with exotic flowers, elegant but not overly ornate. A pavilion stood in the center, equipped with a chessboard and a guqin, exuding a sense of peace.

This scene seemed almost too ordinary for a saint, yet the air was thick with the flow of Dao principles. Being here was immensely beneficial.

Yi Feng didn't notice anything unusual. He simply felt more and more moved by the familiar setup.

The layout and scenery were strikingly similar to Bai Piaopiao's residence in the mortal world.

This girl was truly like him—a sentimental soul who cherished the past.

Indeed, this was what it meant to be kindred spirits.

Yi Feng felt increasingly at ease, treating this as a reunion between old friends, with no other thoughts. His words and actions were natural and unrestrained.

At Bai Piaopiao's invitation, the two of them sat down in the pavilion.

As for Su Jie, she stood silently by the flower bed in the courtyard, her eyes fixed on him.

Her intense gaze was a bit unsettling, as if there was something on his face that kept drawing her attention.

Perhaps... this was the burden of being handsome.

Yi Feng didn't pay it much mind and continued chatting with Bai Piaopiao, their conversation growing more intimate.

After a long while, Bai Piaopiao's eyes shone with satisfaction.

"In just a few years, you've reached the half-saint level. With such achievements, I'm truly happy for you..."

Listen to that!

Her words were so heartwarming! Even though her cultivation was a level above his, she didn't look down on him at all. Instead, she offered encouragement and expressed genuine happiness for him.

This was what a true friend was like.

But Yi Feng was self-aware and wouldn't let a single compliment go to his head.

"Not at all."

"Miss Bai, you're already a saint. My meager cultivation is nothing to boast about, haha."

His easygoing demeanor and smile were like a warm sunrise.

Bai Piaopiao found herself captivated.

To reach the half-saint level in just a few years was a monstrous feat of talent, yet Yi Feng remained humble and unassuming.

Such a state of mind was truly rare.

It seemed her worries had been unnecessary.

Just then, Yi Feng let out a soft sigh.

"Ah..."

Hearing this, Bai Piaopiao's heart tightened, and she looked at him with concern.

"Why sigh, Gongzi? Is there... something troubling you?"