“What are these... what?”
Shi Qingwu's tongue was tied in knots.
She was truly flabbergasted.
What was going on here?
“Seniors, what are you doing, what?”
Shi Qingwu was panicking.
She asked with a mixture of astonishment and flattery.
“Ahaha, it was indeed our oversight,” Zeng Xian chuckled and explained, “We’re here because we have urgent matters and are awaiting your husband, the esteemed Yi Feng.”
As he spoke, the two elders sat down on their tiny stools.
“Her husband, Yi Feng... Yi Feng is an esteemed figure?”
Had she heard that right?
“Indeed, we’re all waiting for Master Yi. Please, Sect Master Shi, take a seat,” Deng Chao chimed in, offering his own tiny stool to Shi Qingwu and wiping it with his sleeve.
Shi Qingwu finally snapped out of her stupor and hastily declined, “It’s fine, Elder, you sit.”
Then, trembling, she grabbed the Fourth and Fifth Elders beside her, whispering, “What’s going on here?”
The Fourth and Fifth Elders laughed upon hearing her.
“Sect Master, stop pretending—we already know!”
Shi Qingwu asked, still in a daze.
“Look at you still pretending,” the Fourth Elder turned to point at Shi Qingwu, joking with the other sect leaders nearby, before turning back to her and spreading his hands, “I admit your acting is superb, but it can’t fool us now!”
“We all know about Master Yi being a powerhouse.”
“Yeah, your husband is so formidable, why keep it from us?” another sect leader added, “You two are certainly well-hidden.”
“That’s right, if it weren’t for Master Yi freely roaming the Heavenly Tyrant Sect’s sacred mountain dungeon, ignoring the formations of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect’s sacred mountain dungeon?!!
Can you really kill multiple True Immortals and ferocious beasts with just a wave of your hand???
It is important to know that the Sacred Mountain's underground palace is the protective array of the Sky Dominance Sect, a protective talisman for the Sky Dominance Sect.
Many years ago, the formidable experts from the array realm of the nine realms worked together with the ancestors of the Tianba Sect, investing countless efforts to establish the mountain protection formation!
In a state of activation, those below the fifteenth level of True Immortal cannot enter or exit.
Not to mention the countless true immortal monsters in the second level.
As the master of the Hundred Refinements Sect, a subordinate sect of the Heavenly Overlord Sect, Shi Qingwu is well aware of the intricacies involved!
But they just said...
Yifeng actually......
She was so astonished that her cherry-like mouth opened wide enough to fit in an apple.
untouched by the dungeon arrays and effortlessly capturing all the True Immortal-level beasts with a mere wave of his hand, we wouldn’t have known how powerful he is.”
Shi Qingwu’s mind exploded with shock.
Unhindered by the Heavenly Tyrant Sect’s sacred mountain dungeon arrays?!
Could destroy True Immortal-level beasts with a flick of his wrist?!
Shi Qingwu, as the Sect Master of the Hundred Refinements Sect, a subordinate sect of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, was well aware of the severity of the situation.
The sacred mountain dungeon was the sect’s protective array, a symbol of their sect’s might.
Countless eons ago, it was jointly constructed by the elite of the Nine Realms’ formation masters and the Heavenly Tyrant Sect’s ancestors, costing immense effort.
Once activated, True Immortal cultivators below the 15th rank were not allowed to enter or leave.
Not to mention the countless True Immortal-level beasts roaming the second level.
Yet, they claimed that Yi Feng...
Her jaw hung open in disbelief, large enough to fit an apple.
But the others obviously ignored her reaction.
In their eyes, Sect Master Shi was truly out of line. Even now, she was still putting on an act.
Meanwhile, Zeng Xian, seated on the stool, quickly added: “How could you forget about the five guardian beasts?”
Those beasts were their most prized possessions.
Such an important detail must be clarified.
If Master Yi almost harmed their precious guardians, making his wife aware of it might also create some guilt.
A gentle reminder from her pillow talk could be far more effective than any persuasion from them.
Perhaps then, Master Yi might feel apologetic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d offer some guidance on the Lin Realm matters.
Deng Chao immediately caught on.
They were brothers in pragmatism—if Zeng Xian farted, Deng Chao could decipher how much spirit energy he’d absorbed in the past year.
Deng Chao exaggerated dramatically, raising his voice, “Our guardian beasts have existed since ancient times—all precious relics of our ancestors!”
“Who could’ve imagined they’d almost end up in Master Yi’s wok?!”
“Only a few survived, and now they’re traumatized, trembling in their dens all day.”
“The worst off is currently on the brink of suicide...”
“But we certainly don’t blame Master Yi!” Zeng Xian quickly interjected, “Being eaten by Master Yi is their honor!”
“Exactly,” Deng Chao agreed, “We just want to emphasize how prodigious Master Yi is—nothing else—please don’t read too much into it, Sect Master Shi.”
The crowd around them continued chattering about Yi Feng’s prowess.
Each word seemed like a chili pepper, numbing Shi Qingwu’s brain.
The man she had casually brought back... was actually... this formidable?
In the time she was in seclusion, not only had he united the fragmented Hundred Refinements Sect but also subjugated numerous rival sects.
The Heavenly Tyrant Sect, a paramount force within the Nine Realms himself.
The discussions around her grew louder.
“Such a powerhouse—surely at least the 20th rank of True Immortality!”
One sect leader held up two fingers, wagging them.
“Twenty ranks? Pfft, I’d say he’s at least thirty!”
“Could be higher, but who knows?”
“Probably even the ghost doesn’t know.”
“Doesn’t matter, the guy’s a legend—that’s all that counts!”
Shi Qingwu closed her eyes, the endless chatter sending her deeper into a state of shock.
After what felt like an eternity of astonishment, she gradually regained her calm.
A lifeless, resigned calm.
So formidable was he, yet she had foolishly harbored constant worries about him.
Even during her meditative seclusion, she’d been distracted, fretting over him.
Upon leaving seclusion, her first priority was to find him, afraid he might suffer any harm.
Looking back now, Shi Qingwu found her actions laughable.
Like a pathetic clown.
He had concealed his might so deeply from her.
Thinking of it now, she felt even more ridiculous.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze calm but laced with self-mockery.
Enough, enough. To him, perhaps it had never been necessary to share any of this with her.
After all, compared to his overwhelming power, she was but a speck of sand.
Their marriage was merely a transaction after all.
And this transaction was probably just his boredom, a momentary amusement.