I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Shut up."

Nightingale's voice suddenly rose a fraction, and a rare hint of anger appeared on her usually indifferent face. She stared intently at Chu Feng, the hilt of the dagger in her hand creaking under her grip.

Chu Feng wisely shut his mouth, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

There was a few moments of silence.

Nightingale took out a black pill from a hidden compartment at her waist and tossed it to Chu Feng.

"Taking this pill can change one's appearance and simultaneously seal off fluctuations in one's aura." Her voice returned to calm. "Unless a sage personally arrives and uses the power of their divine soul to investigate one by one, no one can see through it."

"How long does the medicine last?"

"Seven days."

Chu Feng took the pill and weighed it in his hand: "Things from Misty Rain Pavilion, they won't be poisonous, will they?"

The nightingale ignored him.

Chu Feng didn't really care. He tilted his head back and swallowed the pill. A cool medicinal power slid from his throat into his stomach, followed by a slight tingling sensation spreading from his face.

He touched his face, and the contours of his features slowly changed under his fingertips. His nose bridge became lower, his cheekbones higher, and his jawline more rounded.

When the changes stopped, Chu Feng looked down at his reflection in the pool.

A completely unfamiliar face.

He has regular features, but nothing special about him; the kind of person you wouldn't notice in a crowd.

"Not bad." Chu Feng nodded in satisfaction. "Although he's not as handsome as before, he's safer."

nightingale:"……"

She turned her head away, not wanting to look at this person.

Chu Feng took out a gray coarse cloth robe from his storage ring and put it on, putting away the overly conspicuous black clothes.

Old Black doesn't need to disguise itself; it's just a mongrel dog by nature, and no one would associate it with the Primordial Fire Qilin.

Just as they finished tidying up, commotion arose again in the western wilderness.

The delegation that arrived this time was larger and more impressive than any of the previous forces.

There were two people leading the way, a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in a black brocade robe, with an ancient longsword hanging at his waist. His steps were unhurried, but the ground trembled slightly with each step he took.

His face was extremely young, looking no more than twenty years old, but the look in his eyes was incredibly old.

The woman was dressed in white, with jet-black hair and exquisitely beautiful features that were almost unreal.

She walked half a step behind the man, surrounded by a thin layer of white mist, making it difficult to see her full appearance. However, even that vaguely visible outline was enough to draw the attention of most of the male cultivators present.

Behind the two were over a hundred cultivators, all dressed in black, their auras restrained, their steps synchronized, clearly elites who had undergone rigorous training.

The crowd erupted in discussion instantly.

"That's... someone from the Immortal Clan!"

"It's not just the Longevity Clan! Look at the sword tassel at that man's waist—that's the mark of the Ji Clan, the head of the seven Longevity Clans!"

"The Ji family?!"

"My goodness... why are the Ji family members here too?"

"Is that man Ji Wuchen, the direct descendant of the Ji family and a prodigy of this generation?"

"That's right! It's him! It's said that he entered the Heavenly Venerable Realm at the age of twenty, and is now at the seventh level of the Heavenly Venerable Realm. He is hailed as the most monstrous genius in the Ji family in the past 100,000 years!"

"Where is the woman?"

"I don't know him... but to be able to walk alongside Ji Wuchen, his identity must be extraordinary."

Chu Feng leaned against the boulder, squinting as he sized up the two men.

The foremost of the seven great families of immortality.

This force carries more weight than all the previous forces combined.

He turned the Qi family upside down in Tianqi City, but the Qi family was only ranked at the bottom among the seven great families of immortality.

The Ji family is undoubtedly the leader.

The man named Ji Wuchen had a deep aura, like an ancient well. When Chu Feng probed with his divine sense, he only felt a chaotic void, unable to find the bottom at all.

Strong.

very strong.

Chu Feng shifted his gaze from Ji Wuchen to the woman in white.

"He's good-looking," he muttered to himself, "but it's a pity he's so cold, like an ice sculpture."

The voice just fell.

The woman in white suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head, her gaze piercing through the crowd of hundreds of people, landing precisely in the direction of Chu Feng.

Those eyes—

cold.

It wasn't just ordinary cold; it was a cold that seeped into your very bones, devoid of any human emotion, like looking at a stone or an ant.

Chu Feng's back instantly broke out in goosebumps.

Holy crap.

He quickly looked away, lowered his head and pretended to study the cracks in the ground, his heart skipping a beat.

What kind of ears does this woman have? How can she hear things from this far away? Or is it that her divine sense has a wider range than others?

Two or three breaths later, the feeling of being stared at disappeared.

Chu Feng secretly glanced up; the woman in white had already looked away and continued walking forward with Ji Wuchen.

He let out a long breath; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"You're nervous," Nightingale's voice came from behind.

"Nonsense," Chu Feng said irritably, "That woman is acting strangely, didn't you sense it?"

The nightingale paused for a moment, then said, "She's very strong."

How strong?

"...I don't know." Nightingale gave a rare, vague answer. "I can't see through it."

Even the nightingale couldn't see through it.

Chu Feng touched his nose and decided to stay away from the two of them.

……

For the next three days, Chu Feng stayed behind that black boulder, using the Immortal's Intoxication to repair his meridians while silently observing the situation in front of the stone gate.

Over the next three days, many more forces arrived.

The number of people has grown from the initial thousands to nearly three thousand.

There were undercurrents between the various forces. On the surface, they kept to themselves, but Chu Feng could see clearly the secret glances and alliances they were forming behind the scenes.

The people from Chiyang Holy Land and Jingang Temple were very close, and the leaders of the two families often got together and whispered among themselves.

The Yao Guang Holy Land remained aloof, and the Holy Son Xiao Wuji did not appear.

The people from the Sword Palace were the quietest. Four sword cultivators sat cross-legged in one place and didn't say a word to anyone from beginning to end.

The Ji family's group, on the other hand, was someone everyone deliberately avoided. No one dared to approach within a fifty-foot radius of them.

As for the independent cultivators and members of small factions, they gathered in small groups on the outskirts, their faces filled with anxiety and unease.

They all knew that once the ruins were opened, given the nature of these top powers, they would likely leave them with nothing but scraps.

On the third night.

Chu Feng was closing his eyes to regulate his breathing when he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

On the black stone door that had been closed for several days, the ancient runes began to light up one by one, from dark to bright, from bright to intense, and finally converged into a dazzling white light.

Rumbling--

The stone gate opened.