C2 Headquarters of a Small World Sect

In the valley, Wang Feng anxiously awaited Ye Gucheng's descent when a sudden spatial tremor jolted the air. Startled, he quickly took cover behind a tree, stealthily watching the source of the disturbance.

A figure emerged from the void, capturing Wang Feng's astonished gaze. Clad in a flowing white robe with hair billowing, the man exuded an aura of aloofness that Wang Feng could sense even from ten meters away.

"Extraterrestrial Flying Immortal!" The phrase sprang to Wang Feng's mind as he watched the figure's graceful descent. It was a fitting title for Ye Gucheng, whose signature move bore the same name.

"Greetings, Master," the figure in white said, landing and offering Wang Feng a slight bow.

"No need for such formality. With you in the Immortal Sect, our future is bright!" Wang Feng stepped out from his hiding spot, approaching Ye Gucheng with a gratified smile.

Ye Gucheng remained still, his expression unchanged by Wang Feng's enthusiasm. His innate pride was unmistakable.

Wang Feng understood and didn't dwell on it. He knew Ye Gucheng's nature; only Ximen Chuixue ever truly earned his esteem.

"System, I still have one lucky draw opportunity left, right? I want to use it!" Wang Feng mused internally, pleased with the summoning outcome and eager to see if the draw would be equally rewarding.

As Wang Feng lost himself in thought, Ye Gucheng silently approached from behind.

"Congratulations, host, on acquiring 10% of Ye Gucheng's cultivation. Please choose whether to utilize it yourself or bestow it upon a disciple of the sect."

The voice in his mind sent a thrill through Wang Feng. He was on the verge of becoming a cultivator! He dismissed the system's latter suggestion without a second thought; as a mortal, his priority was to enhance his own cultivation.

"System, with this cultivation boost, to what realm will I ascend?" Wang Feng inquired silently.

"It will elevate the host to the Early Period of the Image Entering Stage," the system responded.

Confusion clouded Wang Feng's thoughts. He was still unfamiliar with the specific stages of cultivation in this world. "System, can you explain how the cultivation realms are categorized in this world?" he asked once more.

On the Immortal Continent, one's strength is enhanced through the cultivation of Profound Qi, with ranks including the Foundation Stage, Profound Vein, Psychic, Profound General, and the Image Entering Stage. Beyond these, there are the Marquis and Profound Emperor levels, among others. Each realm is further divided into four sub-levels: Early, Middle, Late, and Peak.

"I see!" Wang Feng acknowledged, his excitement palpable. With the ten percent of Ye Gucheng's cultivation he had acquired, he had ascended from a mere mortal to a formidable Image Entering Stage expert. Ye Gucheng's strength was truly formidable!

"System, I wish to extract my cultivation level!"

As soon as Wang Feng spoke, a potent force erupted within him. This power tirelessly tempered his body and transformed his meridians, elevating him to the status of an Image Entering Stage expert.

Eventually, the surge of power subsided. Wang Feng had transformed from an ordinary mortal into a top-tier Image Entering Stage expert, feeling invigorated and powerful. The satisfaction was evident on his face as he relished the robust energy coursing through him.

It was only then that he truly grasped the might of a cultivator—he was no longer powerless!

"The system offers a feature to conceal your cultivation level. Would you like to activate it?"

"Conceal it!" Wang Feng responded instantly, without a moment's hesitation.

Now an Image Entering Stage expert, with the peak Marquis Stage Ye Gucheng at his side, Wang Feng was well aware of the world's complexities. He needed to maintain a low profile.

"Master, who is this?" A quivering voice interrupted the moment. Wang Feng turned to find Lee Qing staring at Ye Gucheng, his face etched with terror.

To Lee Qing, Ye Gucheng seemed like an unsheathed divine sword. Merely a glance from Ye Gucheng had sent shivers through his soul.

"This is Elder Ye Gucheng of the Immortal Sect," Wang Feng stated calmly, understanding Lee Qing's trepidation.

"I am Lee Qing, Elder Ye. Greetings!" Upon hearing the introduction, Lee Qing quickly bowed with the utmost respect. In his eyes, Ye Gucheng was the embodiment of a true cultivator.

Ye Gucheng, in response to Lee Qing's reverence, nodded aloofly.

Upon witnessing this, Lee Qing kept silent and obediently stood to the side. Earlier, as he rested in the thatched cottage, a nagging sense of unease had crept over him. No sect would ever settle for just a thatched cottage as their headquarters!

Consequently, Lee Qing suspected he had been duped by Wang Feng. Intent on confronting Wang Feng, his plans were derailed when he caught sight of Ye Gucheng. At that moment, he pushed all his doubts aside.

"Master, we have company!" At that moment, Ye Gucheng's gaze sharpened as he alerted Wang Feng.

"No worries, let's wait and see," Wang Feng replied, squinting slightly and gesturing with a dismissive wave. As soon as Ye Gucheng spoke, Wang Feng was also aware of the presence. Being an adept at the Image Entering Stage himself, he sensed the newcomer's cultivation level was not high, which put him at ease.

He hadn't forgotten the system's task for him to recruit ten disciples, and so far, he had only one. Given the circumstances, anyone could be a potential recruit.

Lee Qing, standing behind them, envied their prowess. He mused, "This must be the 'Thousand Miles at a Glance.' I never imagined our unassuming Master could be so formidable. How fortunate I am to have joined the Immortal Sect!"

It wasn't long before Wang Feng and the others saw a woman in a bloodstained white gauze dress stumbling toward them, clearly having survived a fierce battle.

"If I manage to escape today, I vow to slay these villains!" Feiwu thought, clutching her wound, her eyes ablaze with vengeance. It was difficult to believe that such an ethereal beauty could harbor such intense loathing.

"You seem pressed for time, surely having faced a formidable foe. If you join the Immortal Sect, we can offer you protection!"

Just then, a voice halted Feiwu in her desperate flight. She turned to find three figures approaching her. The leader, strikingly handsome and devoid of any discernible aura, commanded an air of respect not to be taken lightly.

By his side, a man in white wielding a sword exuded an aura akin to a sharp divine blade, sending a shiver through Feiwu's core.

Despite the looming danger, Feiwu inexplicably felt a sense of safety with Wang Feng and his companions, as if their presence alone could shield her from harm.

"I might not escape anyway, so why not take a chance?" Feiwu bit her lip, halted her flight, and respectfully bowed to Wang Feng and the others before inquiring, "Who are you?"

Wang Feng chuckled upon hearing her. He hadn't anticipated that she was so engrossed in her escape that she hadn't even noticed them. He was about to leave when unexpectedly, he triggered a system mission, which made him decide to stop Feiwu in her tracks.

"Congratulations, host, for activating the mission. Upon recruiting this young woman into your sect, you will be rewarded with a mission prize: the headquarters of a small world sect!"

Standing with an air of authority, hands clasped behind his back, Wang Feng calmly declared, "I am the Master of the Immortal Sect."

"The Immortal Sect?" A flicker of confusion crossed Feiwu's eyes. She might not know every sect on the Immortal Continent, but she was familiar with most within the Glorious Sun Empire, yet the Immortal Sect was unfamiliar to her.

"Could the Immortal Sect be an insignificant one?" she pondered, only to immediately dismiss the thought. The man beside Wang Feng had left an astonishing impression on her.

"Sect Master, were you serious about what you said?" Feiwu's piercing gaze locked onto Wang Feng, seeking confirmation. Delayed by Wang Feng, she realized that escaping her pursuers was no longer an option. Her only hope was that these individuals could truly fend off the formidable foes chasing her.

"I am indeed serious. If you join the Immortal Sect, I assure you of your safety," Wang Feng replied, his tone steady as he assessed Feiwu.

His cultivation level allowed him to discern that the young woman before him had attained the Peak of the Psychic Stage, surpassing Lee Qing in strength.

Even without the system's mission, Wang Feng would have invited her to join his sect. At just eighteen or nineteen, she had already reached the pinnacle of the Psychic Stage—a prodigy of legend.

"My name is Feiwu, and I wish to join the Immortal Sect. I ask for your protection!" Feiwu gritted her teeth and respectfully addressed Wang Feng.

Uncertain whether Wang Feng could fend off the formidable foes pursuing her, Feiwu found herself without alternatives. She was compelled to entrust her safety to Wang Feng and his companions.

"Congratulations on successfully completing the system task. You've been awarded the headquarters of a small world sect!"

As Feiwu gave her consent, the voice of the system echoed in Wang Feng's mind.