Chen Feng had only just uttered those words when a young cultivator swiftly descended before Chen Feng and Lu Ta. His face was aloof as he said, “Who is Chen Feng?”

“I am,” Chen Feng said coolly.

“Get ready. Tomorrow morning, head to Driftcloud Immortal Mountain. After having said that, the young cultivator did not bother waiting to see Chen Feng’s reaction before vaulting up into the sky. He quickly disappeared from sight.

“What is going on?” Lu Ta’s face turned grim.

“Is there a need to ask. Clearly, they want me to head to Driftcloud Immortal Mountain to test my luck with immortal serendipity,” replied Chen Feng with a smile. However, there was iciness in the corners of his lips.

“This must be due to the bastard Zhao Quan. Chen Feng, there is no need for you to go. If it comes down to it, we can just leave Extreme Celestial Sect.” Lu Ta could not stop himself from swearing.

“Going to Driftcloud Immortal Mountain does not necessarily mean going to my death. Maybe I can come across immortal serendipity?” The smile on Chen Feng’s face grew colder.

“You aren’t actually going to the immortal mountain, are you? You’ll die!” Lu Ta said anxiously.

“Not going means betraying Extreme Celestial Sect. When that happens, our future days will be spent trying to...