“Interesting. They’ve already crossed paths so quickly. So this is the butterfly effect?”
At the top floor of Sacred Heaven Tower, a faint smile curved on Chu Feng’s lips.
Every interaction between Zhuge Jingyue and Xu Batian just now had fallen into his sight.
Zhuge Jingyue was only at the early stage Divine Core Realm. The gap between her and Xu Batian was enormous.
Clearly, she had not yet begun her rapid rise.
In the original novel, the two had only met in the middle and later stages, and Xu Batian had not been her opponent.
Yet because of his appearance, their intersection had come earlier.
“Senior Brother, Xu Batian was speaking ill of you to Zhuge Jingyue just now,” Liu Mei said from beside him.
“Master once taught me lip reading,” she added.
She did not want to miss any opportunity to criticize Xu Batian, even though Senior Brother had already said he had seen through him.
Chu Feng could not help but laugh. It seemed the foolish image of the original Chu Feng would not be erased from Liu Mei’s mind anytime soon.
At that moment, Fairy Miaoyin approached and reported, “Young Master, Ying Ziyue has been located. She has been at Heavenly Immortal Pavilion these past few days, together with its Pavilion Master. They even went to the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion branch in the Great Zhou Empire. It is said she wishes to purchase Saint Heaven Grass.”
“Although Heavenly Immortal Pavilion claims to sell anything under heaven, Saint Heaven Grass is extremely rare. Acquiring it is exceedingly difficult.”
“Heavenly Immortal Pavilion. Saint Heaven Grass. Ying Ziyue.”
Chu Feng’s gaze turned cold as he muttered softly, a shadow passing through his eyes.
Heavenly Immortal Pavilion was a mysterious force on the Ancient Immortal Continent, primarily engaged in trade. It had branches throughout the continent.
In the original novel, it remained low-profile, with little detailed description.
Any power on the Ancient Immortal Continent that could place the word “Immortal” before its name possessed ancient heritage and deep foundations.
“As far as I know, Saint Heaven Grass is an immortal herb used to repair Divine Cores and temper meridians. Its value is immense.”
“Senior Brother, you destroyed Su Fan’s meridians and damaged his Divine Core. Could this Saint Heaven Grass be for him? Does that mean Su Fan is still in Heavenly Phoenix Royal City, perhaps hidden by Ying Ziyue?” Liu Mei’s voice carried killing intent. “Ying Ziyue has great audacity. She dares to shelter a Traitor disciple and openly oppose Heavenly Summit Peak.”
“Does she truly believe that because she is the Emperor Tianwen’s most favored daughter and a nominal disciple of the Sect Master, Heavenly Summit Peak will not dare act against her?”
“Reporting to Liu Mei, based on all gathered intelligence, Su Fan should indeed still be within Heavenly Phoenix Royal City. However, he is likely not in Princess Ziyue’s residence,” Fairy Miaoyin said, shaking her head. “Heavenly Summit Palace has connections within the princess’s estate. If he were there, he could not escape our surveillance.”
“Su Fan rose from a mountain village and climbed step by step. He is cautious by nature. He would have anticipated that the princess’s residence could not evade our scrutiny, so he would not remain there,” Chu Feng said coldly.
Even Ye Tongyao, who had risked her life to save him once, had not earned Su Fan’s full trust. Ying Ziyue certainly would not.
In the original novel, Ying Ziyue was an extremely important female lead. Her talent surpassed that of her brother Yingtian by a vast margin. She had even been accepted as a nominal disciple by the long-secluded Sect Master.
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Yet even so, her status within the Empire had soared, earning Emperor Tianwen’s favor.
In the original novel, Ying Ziyue and Su Fan had obtained numerous fortuitous encounters together. In the later stages, she became the Supreme Emperor of the Heavenly Phoenix Empire, expanding territory for Su Fan.
Even in the early stages, she had saved Su Fan more than once.
For Su Fan, her position was crucial.
Such an important female character could not be allowed to remain at Su Fan’s side.
“Where is Ying Ziyue now?” Chu Feng asked indifferently.
“At the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion branch within the royal city. She is likely with the branch Pavilion Master, Xian Meng,” Fairy Miaoyin replied immediately.
“Let’s go to Heavenly Immortal Pavilion.”
“I would like to see whether this mysterious Xian Meng dares to oppose Heavenly Summit Peak openly for Ying Ziyue and for a mere Su Fan.”
…
Heavenly Immortal Pavilion.
Two stunning women walked through a garden filled with flowing streams and elegant bridges. The scenery was exquisite.
“Elder Sister Meng, that Chu Feng has gone too far. Not only did he cripple Su Fan’s meridians and shatter his Divine Core, he now intends to publicly execute Ye Zhenchuan,” said the woman in a purple flowing dress, her face blazing with anger.
“Tongyao is such a pure-hearted girl. Just because she let Su Fan escape, Chu Feng injured her without mercy.”
“Su Fan is furious.”
“Elder Sister Meng, Su Fan has always purchased various heavenly materials and resources from you. This time, you must help him.”
“Without Saint Heaven Grass to repair his meridians and Divine Core, if he recklessly goes to confront Chu Feng tomorrow, it will be suicide.”
The woman beside her wore a light snow-white gauze dress and a veil. Her eyes were as deep and brilliant as the stars. Her nose was elegant, her skin as fair as snow.
She was Xian Meng, the branch Pavilion Master of Heavenly Immortal Pavilion in the Heavenly Phoenix Empire. Her origins were mysterious. It was said she had been directly dispatched from headquarters. Even royal princes and princesses could only stand on equal footing with her.
“Ziyue, it’s not that I don’t wish to help you,” Xian Meng said gently. “But Saint Heaven Grass is far too rare. If I had some on hand, I would have given it to you directly.”
“And Chu Feng’s background is not as simple as it appears. Other branch Pavilion Masters, and even certain elders at headquarters, are unwilling to offend him for Su Fan’s sake.”
“I am willing to pay double the price for Saint Heaven Grass,” Ying Ziyue said firmly. “I owe Su Fan this. No matter Chu Feng’s background, I must help him this once.”
Xian Meng nodded, seemingly unwilling to elaborate further on Chu Feng’s background. “I paid a considerable price to exchange for Saint Heaven Grass from the Great Zhou Empire branch. However, I will not accept your spirit stones for this. And externally, you must not say that Heavenly Immortal Pavilion provided it.”
“Whatever happens this time has nothing to do with Heavenly Immortal Pavilion.”
Ying Ziyue nodded decisively. “Very well. But the spirit stones owed will be paid. Consider it a debt to you, Elder Sister Xian Meng.”
“Pavilion Master…”
“What is it? Why shout like this? Don’t you see I am receiving—” Xian Meng frowned slightly.
Before she could finish, a hearty laugh echoed from afar.
“Pavilion Master Xian Meng, Chu Feng arrives uninvited. I hope you will forgive the intrusion.”
As the words fell, Chu Feng appeared instantly ahead, accompanied by Liu Mei and Fairy Miaoyin.
“Chu Feng has arrived,” the steward muttered, swallowing the rest of his words and signaling helplessly before retreating.
This person was someone he neither dared nor could stop.
Especially with Fairy Miaoyin present, whose strength far surpassed his own.
“Pavilion Master Xian Meng, it has been some time,” Chu Feng said lightly, then turned to Ying Ziyue with mild surprise. “Junior Sister Ziyue, you are here as well? I heard you were within a relic.”
Ying Ziyue’s face darkened. “Thanks to chief disciple Chu Feng, I returned early.”
“Thanks to me? If my presence caused your early return, I am truly flattered,” Chu Feng replied casually.
“Holy Son Chu Feng, I presume you did not come to Heavenly Immortal Pavilion merely to reminisce?” Xian Meng said with a faint smile, stepping forward to ease the tension.
Heavenly Immortal Pavilion had business dealings with Heavenly Summit Peak. After all, without permission from Azure Cloud Immortal Sect, the Heavenly Phoenix branch could not have been established.
She had encountered Chu Feng several times before.
Her impression of him was that of someone supremely arrogant and domineering, almost harsh, yet possessing terrifying talent.
“It seems I have interrupted Pavilion Master Xian Meng and Junior Sister Ziyue’s important discussion. In that case, I will not waste words,” Chu Feng said lightly. “I have heard that Heavenly Immortal Pavilion recently obtained Saint Heaven Grass. I have come to request it.”
In that instant, a flicker passed through Xian Meng’s eyes.
Beside her, Ying Ziyue’s expression hardened. Fury flashed in her gaze. “Chu Feng, you are spying on me.”
“Why would you say that?” Chu Feng smiled faintly. “I simply happen to need it.”
“I traveled for days with Pavilion Master Xian Meng before learning that the Great Zhou Empire branch possessed Saint Heaven Grass. After exhausting great effort to exchange for it, it has just arrived. Yet you appear immediately. If you are not spying, how could you know so quickly?”
Ying Ziyue’s anger surged. “Chu Feng, you are too arrogant.”
“Do not forget this is Heavenly Phoenix Royal City. I am a royal princess and a nominal disciple of the Sect Master. In status, I am not beneath you. Even if you are a Candidate Holy Son, you have no right to spy on me.”
“The Saint Heaven Grass is mine. Do not even think about it.”
“Ziyue, do not be impulsive,” Xian Meng said, her expression changing slightly.
Liu Mei let out a cold laugh. “Ying Ziyue, you truly believe your status as a nominal disciple and royal princess is a shield. I warn you. If you continue opposing my Senior Brother in secret, I will kill you.”
“Ying Ziyue.”
Chu Feng’s face turned cold. He stepped forward, closing the distance until he stood almost directly before her.
The rise of her chest nearly brushed against his own.