Strongest Medical Saint-Chapter 588: Devotion! Worship!

Upon hearing these words,

Jiang Zhuyu was slightly taken aback. The beggar in front of her was too odd. He had the mere aura of someone at the Foundation Establishment Stage, yet he seemed not at all afraid of her with her cultivation at the Nascent Variation Stage! Could it be that this fellow had some kind of backing?

Moreover,

the chaos within her body was indeed sorted out by Shen Feng's intervention.

As for being ungrateful, Jiang Zhuyu couldn't possibly do such a thing, but was she just supposed to let her body be seen for nothing?

A complex expression appeared on her face. If this young man hadn't shown up today, she really would have had a hard time settling the turmoil in her body by herself.

"Thud, thud, thud—"

As Jiang Zhuyu was deep in thought, a series of loud booms suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.

After hearing the booming sounds,

Jiang Zhuyu gently slapped her white forehead and muttered to herself, "I almost forgot such an important matter."

She had been in the Spirit Spring Pool since yesterday.

And now it was noon.

Quickly straightening her clothes, Jiang Zhuyu grabbed Shen Feng's arm and leapt into the sky, saying, "Don't resist, I'm not an unreasonable person. We can call the earlier matter even."

Being lifted into the air by Jiang Zhuyu, Shen Feng didn't bother to exert any strength. He didn't sense any killing intent from her and thought that if Jiang Zhuyu might be related to Zuo Miaoyin, then staying here for a few days wouldn't be a problem.

After they soared through the sky,

Jiang Zhuyu promptly asked, "Who are you? Where do you come from?"

Looking at Shen Feng's calm face, she felt a tingle of annoyance. He was clearly just a junior at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and couldn't even fly on his own. Yet, being carried into the sky by her, couldn't he show a bit of panic?

Shen Feng spouted nonsense with ease, "I come from deep within the mountains, living with my grandfather since childhood. This is the first time I have left the mountains, and seen people other than grandpa."

"Just now, I've explained that I was misrouted here by a teleportation array, without any intention of offending you."

Jiang Zhuyu saw Shen Feng's eyes clear as crystal. Although she was vexed, she almost believed his words; after all, she had seen the space above the Spirit Spring Pool twist with her own eyes, which was a sign of teleportation.

Moreover, Shen Feng's beggar, or rather, wild man appearance truly seemed like he had come from an isolated wilderness deep within the mountains.

Jiang Zhuyu decided not to pursue the matter for now and said, "Regarding what just happened, if I find out you've spoken to anyone else about it, I'll personally cut off your tongue."

"Today is the most important annual ritual of our Hundred Flower Sect. When we arrive at the location, you'd better keep quiet and stay out of the way," she said.

"After the ceremony is over, I will make arrangements for you."

Shen Feng shrugged indifferently, thinking: When in Rome, do as the Romans do!

The natural Spirit Spring Pool was located behind the mountains of the Hundred Flower Sect.

As Jiang Zhuyu flew swiftly with Shen Feng, it wasn't long before they arrived above a martial training ground.

The ground was packed with people.

Jiang Zhuyu brought Shen Feng down quickly, and just before they reached the ground, she pushed him forcefully, hoping to see him tumble.

However, Shen Feng's body suddenly spun, and he landed securely on his feet without so much as a wobble.

Jiang Zhuyu's eyes narrowed slightly. She had only wanted to teach Shen Feng a lesson, to vent her frustration.

With the abrupt push she gave, even a Golden Core cultivator should have stumbled, but Shen Feng stood firmly, which left her quite puzzled.

She left Shen Feng at the very end of the martial training ground, but by now, everyone there had turned their attention to them.

Jiang Zhuyu couldn't linger; she swept towards a high platform in front of the training ground.

All the disciples at the martial training ground were women, not a single man in sight.

The Hundred Flower Sect was indeed a sect composed entirely of women.

Jiang Zhuyu's decision to bring Shen Feng, a man, to this place would inevitably draw the attention of the female disciples and elders present.

However, Shen Feng disregarded these gazes and calmly sat down cross-legged, for he urgently needed to recuperate.

Meanwhile, on the high platform.

Jiang Zhuyu respectfully called out to an elderly woman in a blue robe: "Master!"

This elderly woman was Gao Huiying, the previous Sect Master of the Hundred Flower Sect and also the current Supreme Elder.

It had always been forbidden for men to enter the Hundred Flower Sect. Seeing her disciple bring a male beggar, Gao Huiying frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Zhuyu, what is this all about?"

Jiang Zhuyu quietly recounted how Shen Feng had cured her from going berserk due to a cultivation mishap, naturally omitting the part where he saw her nude body completely.

"Master, I know that the Hundred Flower Sect has always forbidden the entry of men, but this time, it was a necessity, for the sake of Wanyue. Moreover, he has shown me kindness. If he truly came from a mountain forest secluded from the world, then in the Lower Realm, with his cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Stage, it's likely he wouldn't survive a few days before falling to someone else's hand. I am only settling him temporarily in the Hundred Flower Sect," Jiang Zhuyu spoke in a very soft voice.

Upon hearing the name "Wanyue".

Gao Huiying couldn't help but sigh and said: "Let's not talk about this for now. Today is the most important day of the year for our Hundred Flower Sect. Let's prepare to start the ceremony."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Gao Huiying waved her palm, and in the center of the high platform, she conjured a portrait of an individual.

The entire high platform was filled with ceremonial offerings.

Next to the portrait, the words "Carefree Immortal Emperor" were written in large characters.

Simultaneously, the chatter of the Hundred Flower Sect disciples below began to rise due to Shen Feng's arrival.

"Why did the Sect Master bring back a wild man? Our Hundred Flower Sect has always prohibited the entry of men; there's not a single good man in this world."

"Mind your words, what do you mean not a single good man in this world? The Carefree Immortal Emperor is an exception. Our Hundred Flower Sect has deep connections with the Carefree Immortal Emperor. I believe that if any man were to be allowed entry, it would only be the Carefree Immortal Emperor himself."

...

"Cough cough!"

During the murmurs below, Gao Huiying lightly coughed twice and said with a stern voice, "The ceremony begins!"

No sooner had she spoken.

The entire martial training ground fell into utter silence; everyone's gaze turned to the portrait on the high platform.

The ceremony was a simple one, hardly even qualifying as a ceremony.

Everyone who looked at the "Carefree Immortal Emperor's" portrait did so with eyes full of piety and admiration, a fervor stemming from within their very beings.

Today marked the day the Carefree Immortal Emperor ascended to his title long ago, and the Hundred Flower Sect had profound ties to him, therefore arbitrarily marking this day as their Sect's ceremony.

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After all, the Carefree Immortal Emperor had been missing for over two thousand years, and in their eyes, he should have long since passed away.

Nonetheless, this did not hinder their veneration towards the Carefree Immortal Emperor, for he had once created numerous legends.

The moment Shen Feng laid eyes on the portrait floating above the high platform, he wanted to curse loudly.

Damn it, who drew this?

The person in the painting looked significantly different from him; the likeness lay solely in some resemblance of their features.

Seeing the disciples of the Hundred Flower Sect treating the portrait as if it were a holy relic, Shen Feng shook his head with a hint of helpless resignation; apparently, even after more than two thousand years, there were still many in the Immortal Realm who remembered him.