Yi Feng was completely dumbfounded.
Without a second thought, he opened the Storage Ring in front of him, and the sight of the Celestial Crystals piled inside nearly blinded him.
Yi Feng praised aloud, his face brimming with excitement.
He had been a poor nobody, but now it seemed he had suddenly become a nouveau riche!
No, a fifty-thousandaire.
The black-clad man, seeing Yi Feng's unrefined demeanor, couldn't help but ask, "Sect Leader, is this guy really reliable?"
Shi Qingwu said indifferently.
Then she turned her gaze back to Yi Feng. "From now on, you don't need to do much. Just come back with me and insist that we grew up together as childhood sweethearts. As for the other details, you can improvise."
At this point, her voice paused, and her eyes turned icy, carrying a threatening tone as she continued, "If you betray me, not only will you lose your reward, but I will also take your life!"
"I'm a man of my word, and acting is my specialty!" Yi Feng thumped his chest confidently.
Seeing this, Shi Qingwu nodded slightly, exchanged a glance with the black-clad man, and then grabbed Yi Feng, flying away from the spot.
Soon, they boarded a flying vessel.
The vessel soared majestically toward the Hundred Refinements Sect.
The black-clad man briefed Yi Feng on Shi Qingwu's basic information and background.
At the same time, the black-clad man quickly fabricated a set of details about Yi Feng's own background and origins.
Together, these two sets of information were enough to convince anyone that the relationship between the two was plausible.
"But can this really be believed?" Yi Feng asked skeptically.
"That's not your concern. Just focus on playing your part well when the time comes. We'll handle the rest and make sure no one finds any flaws in your story," the black-clad man replied. ṟＡ𐌽ộBĚ𐌔
"Alright, then I'll just act my part."
A day later, a massive sect came into view.
From above, the sprawling architecture of the sect stretched endlessly, hidden among the clouds, exuding an air of ethereal mystery.
Especially the main hall, which was particularly grand.
This was the Hundred Refinements Sect.
"From what I can see, these people don't seem particularly strong, but judging by the buildings, they must be filthy rich. Is it really that easy for sects to amass wealth?"
Yi Feng's first thought upon seeing the structures was this.
"Should I establish a sect in the immortal realm after stabilizing my cultivation and finding some disciples? Maybe I can make a fortune too."
A glimmer of ambition flickered in Yi Feng's eyes.
Of course, it couldn't be as lousy as the Heaven and Earth Sect. At the very least, it would have to be much more impressive.
Whether the sect was powerful or not didn't matter—what mattered was that it was rich.
Just look at how wealthy Shi Qingwu was.
As his thoughts wandered, the flying vessel landed, and the black-clad man spoke in a serious tone.
"Remember the Sect Leader's background and the instructions I gave you on the way. Now that we're back at the sect, consider your mission officially begun," the black-clad man instructed.
Yi Feng didn't respond. Instead, he straightened his posture, clasped his hands behind his back, and suddenly exuded an imposing aura.
This scene immediately surprised both Shi Qingwu and the black-clad man.
This guy, despite his seemingly mediocre strength, had an unexpectedly impressive presence at the moment.
They hadn't expected him to get into character so quickly.
While it wasn't necessary for him to put on such an act, they were pleased to see him looking the part.
However, while they were still taken aback, a hand suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Shi Qingwu's delicate hand.
Shi Qingwu couldn't help but shudder.
Her icy gaze instantly turned toward Yi Feng, and she spoke in a voice filled with killing intent, "You have some nerve!"