Meng Huai's words left everyone bewildered, but seeing Yun Sheng's state, it was clear he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. So, everyone waited on the spot for Yun Sheng to regain consciousness.
A day passed, and Yun Sheng finally opened his eyes.
"Teacher Yun, how are you? Do you feel unwell?"
Zheng Yiran was extremely concerned and was the first to speak after seeing Yun Sheng open his eyes. Upon hearing Zheng Yiran, the others also turned their attention towards Yun Sheng.
Initially, Yun Sheng felt something within him trying to break free, but by now, he seemed to have subdued this volatile force. However, he wasn't entirely sure. Meng Huai had simply tossed another introductory cultivation manual to Yun Sheng.
It was the same introductory manual Meng Huai had conveyed through his senses earlier, only this book explained it in more detail.
Yun Sheng was unaware that he was already different from ordinary people. He had entered the Qi Refining stage and successfully initiated his cultivation.
While the initial step was difficult for ordinary people, for cultivators, progressing step by step upwards was also extremely challenging.
However, Yun Sheng didn't know any of this. After Yun Sheng woke up, the group continued their journey. They traveled for half a month, during which they hunted quite a few spirit beasts. However, Meng Huai no longer dared to let them consume the spirit beast meat, including Yun Sheng, who had now become a cultivator.
At this moment, Zheng Yiran released his spiritual sense to survey the surrounding situation. Sensing some movement nearby, he directed his perception towards it. These people couldn't detect the fluctuations of spiritual sense at all, so they remained unaware that they were being monitored.
"Meng Wu, hand over the item! Otherwise, Meng Wen's life will be forfeit."
Seeing the situation, Zheng Yiran wanted to investigate further but heard Meng Huai say, "Senior Brother Jing, Senior Brother Hui, protect everyone! I need to leave for a moment."
Then, Meng Huai disappeared with a whoosh.
The speed was so great that the camera couldn't keep up, so the audience had no idea where Meng Huai went.
However, not knowing where Meng Huai went only made them more curious.
"What's happening? What's happening?"
"What happened? Why did Meng Huai just leave?"
"I don't know!"
While the audience was curious, Hui Xingxiu and the others were utterly confused. Jing Yuan Cheng also asked Zheng Yiran, "Where did Meng Huai go?"
Zheng Yiran replied, "You don't know, and I don't know either!"
However, Meng Huai seemed a bit flustered, a rare sight given how seldom she rushed to do anything. Her spiritual sense was still scanning the area where the dispute was occurring when she saw Meng Huai's figure appear there.
"This?"
Zheng Yiran didn't know why Meng Huai went there, and what were the names of the two people the threatening party had mentioned? Right, Meng Wen and Meng Wu.
Seeing that the two looked somewhat similar, they were likely brothers.
But their surname was Meng? Could it be that Meng Huai knew them? So, she was going to save them?
As Zheng Yiran was still guessing, she saw that before Meng Huai could get close, the party holding the person hostage was threatening them again.
The person being held was apparently named Meng Wen, and the one being threatened was Meng Wu. Standing opposite Meng Wu were forty to fifty people. Judging by their attire, they didn't seem to be a unified group.
Based on their clothing, there were about three different styles. Was it a three-way alliance? What was the purpose of capturing Meng Wen and threatening Meng Wu?
Zheng Yiran watched from the side, her gossip-mongering heart burning fiercely. It was tough for Hui Xingxiu and the others, who were completely clueless. The audience was also guessing, with various speculative bullet comments scrolling by.
"If you want to kill me, then kill me. Meng Wu, don't worry about me, just leave quickly!"
Meng Wen, with his hands and feet bound, was covered in blood, clearly having been beaten. Meng Wu, standing opposite the forty to fifty people, held a sword pointed in their direction. His injuries were even more severe, his face pale, but his expression unyielding.
He had never considered leaving!
One person from the group facing Meng Wu stepped forward and tried to persuade Meng Wu: "I know both of you were very loyal to the former sect leader, but the former sect leader has been dead for so many years! Her legacy must be passed down to someone. She would surely want it that way in the afterlife."
Judging by his attire, although he wore a white robe similar to some others in the group, his demeanor and other adornments indicated his unusually high status among them. And indeed, after he spoke, several other white-robed cultivators chimed in.
"Yes, Meng Wu. Just hand over the artifact refining techniques of the former sect leader. If you hand them over, we'll spare your lives."
"That's right, you have no use for this item. It should be given to someone with exceptional artifact refining talent."
At this point, another person stepped forward, clasping his hands in a gesture of reverence towards the former sect leader. However, as he spoke, his expression became sharp and cunning.
"Indeed, the former sect leader was a person who believed in sharing her knowledge and thoughts with the public. Who would have thought that after her death, the two of you would hoard these artifact refining techniques? What are your intentions!"