Chapter 2069: White Sword Sect and the Han Clan

In the Nine Provinces World, it was dusk on the eastern coast.

Xiao Feng finally arrived in Qingzhou's territory, the airspace over East Mausoleum Commandery that Han Zichen had mentioned.

Qingzhou is densely populated, a prosperous prefecture; the eastern part of East Mausoleum Commandery lies by the sea, and its prosperity ranks among the highest in Qingzhou.

Xiao Feng's Divine Sense covered all of Qingzhou; he had thought that Mount Fuxi Emperor was also within this range, and that he would surely be repelled by the Will of the Dao Ancestor.

But the result was otherwise—no immortal appeared within his sensory range.

Moreover… Mount Fuxi Emperor didn't appear either; he couldn't sense that place at all.

Obviously, the Dao Ancestor's means have surpassed his understanding; relying solely on remote perception won't do—he must go there in person to see Mount Fuxi Emperor.

According to custom, when arriving at a place, the order of meeting people should have the most formidable first.

Xiao Feng had originally intended to go to Mount Fuxi Emperor first, but after asking Feng Feng Shi, she told him to first meet others, including those friends not in Qingzhou.

Only after meeting everyone would he then go find her.

This made Xiao Feng realize that going to Mount Fuxi Emperor might entail some fortuitous encounter that would delay him for a while.

Otherwise, given Feng Feng Shi's temperament, she would not have specially reminded him of these matters.

Thus he was not in a hurry to pay respects to the Human Race's Holy Ancestor, but instead came to the territory of East Mausoleum Commandery.

"White Stone Town, White Stone Town… it's probably over there."

Xiao Feng surveyed the land from above and quickly locked onto the position Han Zichen had pointed out for him.

He descended from the sky, his speed greatly reduced.

After flying over a thousand-plus kilometers, a prosperous small town came into view.

This town is quite large, with many villages and strongholds surrounding it, and not far away on White Stone Mountain there is a cultivation

sect, inside which there are strong auras of extraordinary lifeforms.

Xiao Feng did not deliberately conceal his aura; when his Divine Sense enveloped the cultivation sect on White Stone Mountain, an old man detected him.

"Immortal!"

"I do not know if the Immortal's arrival has been remiss in welcoming; I beg forgiveness for the oversight!"

Xiao Feng sensed slightly and found that the old man possessed a physique of Super Brahma Valley-level form, equivalent to a Spirit Transformation cultivator, making him the strongest here.

"I'm just here to visit a friend; you need not concern yourself with me—continue your cultivation."

"The Immortal's friend? Is he in White Stone Town nearby? I don't know which exalted person it is—this junior actually doesn't know!" The old man's thoughts did not immediately withdraw; instead he inquired further, apparently curious as to who could be friends with an Immortal.

This old man, at least several hundred years old, calling himself a junior, made Xiao Feng both laugh and cry.

"Her surname is Han, given name Zichen—do you know her?"

"Han… Han Zichen, I seem to have heard of her." The old man hesitated a moment, then recalled and asked: "Is the senior referring to that Han Zichen who made a name for herself in recent years in the Divine Sense Space virtual game and gained an unexpected windfall?"

"Exactly, it's her." Xiao Feng responded.

"Oh no!"

Upon receiving that answer, the old man instantly realized the situation was dire, and hurriedly rushed out from indoors, flying toward Xiao Feng's direction.

The strength of an advanced extraordinary lifeform does not translate to great flight speed across the Nine Provinces.

Xiao Feng saw a white-robed old man fly out from the mountain, and waited with interest.

Actually, at this moment he had already found Han Zichen.

The will of the Controller covered the whole White Stone Town; the town had a total of 5923

"0" numbered people, all within his perception.

He didn't need to examine each person's appearance individually; just by sensing each person's aura he could locate the friend he was fairly familiar with.

This small town has so many residents, yet the only person he knows is Han Zichen, so he naturally identified her instantly.

At this time Han Zichen had not logged off yet; she was lying quietly at home, the small courtyard very tranquil.

Her home environment was also not bad—a rather grand manor with dozens of people living together, a family of moderate size.

Moreover, in her residence there was a middle-aged extraordinary lifeform of advanced form holding down the fort, his strength not much inferior to that of the old man on White Stone Mountain, only his aura was more restrained.

That middle-aged person likewise detected Xiao Feng's arrival, but did not initiate conversation; instead he remained quietly fishing by the small river outside Han Zichen's manor.

The old man from White Stone Mountain came before Xiao Feng, and they met in the high sky.

"Junior Ma Boshang, Seventh Generation Sect Master of White Sword Sect, pays respects to the Immortal!" The old man bowed respectfully.

"No need for formalities; I am not older than you, I cannot accept such great rites."

"A young Immortal is all the more worthy of respect!" Elder Ma Boshang offered a compliment.

"Coming in person—is there some matter?" Xiao Feng felt somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing Han Zichen's name, this old man rushed over in a panic—could it be that he had offended Han Zichen, fearing that for his friend's sake the Immortal would bring punishment upon White Sword Sect, so he came first to apologize?

The situation was roughly as he suspected.

Ma Boshang's face piled with a smile, he said embarrassedly: "That… I dare not deceive the Immortal; my White Sword Sect has a disciple who once greatly admired that Han Clan young lady, but never received a response. That good-for-nothing tried to rely on power and

bullying and oppressing the Han Clan, but was injured and driven back by Han Zichen's Dao Protector. Seeing that the Dao Protector was formidable, I knew her status was not simple, so I never dared to offend her. Immortal, you perceive all minutely; if you wish to punish, you may take my unworthy disciple and deal with him as you see fit, but please do not implicate the rest of White Sword Sect—this old man thanks you."

While saying this, he still intended to perform a great salute in midair.

Xiao Feng suddenly understood.

It turned out to be the trope of a wicked youth bullying males and domineering over females.

However, Han Zichen had not been bullied; she had a protector not inferior to Ma Boshang, so the matter was not too serious.

This old man proactively came to apologize, fearing that this young Immortal's temper was great, and in a fit of rage he might annihilate the entire White Sword Sect.

In fact…… there was absolutely no need for that.

Is he, Xiao Feng, the kind of ruthless person who would slaughter a whole family at the drop of a hat?

Obviously not!

"Understood, you may go back. I'll go to the Han Clan to have a look; if I haven't offended them too deeply, I naturally won't make things difficult for you." Xiao Feng said that, and then paid no further heed.

Ma Boshan heard his tone and thought he seemed like a fairly easy-to-talk person, and immediately relaxed.

He said: "Immortal, please go first; later I will escort that evil disciple Sun to the Han Residence for you and Miss Han to decide."

"Hmm, up to you."

Xiao Feng still wasn't very clear about the situation, thinking that lending a hand to help Han Zichen resolve a trouble would not be bad, so he didn't refuse.

Ma Boshan stepped back.

Xiao Feng also didn't stay hanging in the air, he floated down near the Han family residence.

As a friend and as a guest, although he had the power of an immortal, he was still quite courteous and did not directly barge into the courtyard where Han Zichen slept.

Instead, he landed at the main gate of the residence.

At this time it was dusk.

, the gate was open, with people coming and going.

Seeing him suddenly descend from the sky, the Han family people immediately came forward to meet him.

But... they were not coming to welcome him.

"Who... who are you? What are you doing here!"

Three young men of the Han family casually picked up nearby iron rods and blocked Xiao Feng.