If you were to ask the crowd below, the fascinating expressions were etched on each face. Not to mention men, Mengdie's arrival made many girls stare, eyes wide with rapture—could there be someone this beautiful in the world?

In fact, when shock reached a certain level, uproar seemed out of place, proving the saying was no idle talk—at least for now, the atmosphere was devoid of any noise, as the crowd was deeply stunned by the spectacular beauty before them.

Observing her, you'd see a gaze serene, a demeanor elegant. In her melancholy eyes, it was as if autumn water rippled. She possessed a temperament both modest and implicit, sweet yet subtly graceful; coy, yet not without cleverness. Her perfect features, under the veil, appeared even more enigmatic and hazy, radiating an aura full of mythical charm. Like flowers amidst the fog, the moon mirrored in the water, her appearance was fleeting yet flawless in its perfection.

Looking at her attire—a plain dress with a refreshing simplicity, purple ribbons waving with both elegance and grandeur without losing a touch of dignity. The hem of the dress was inlaid with a pattern of watery woods and green jade blossoming flowers, while one side of the skirt bore an indistinct ornament alongside her subtle hairpin's falling ribbon. In her most captivating years, even without a smear of makeup, her closely sealed cherry lips sparkled as if dew was about to drip. It was clear she was wearing colorless lip balm, which couldn't even qualify as light makeup. Even the earlobes were adorned with nothing but wooden pegs, and her fingers, slender as green onions, were void of any nail art, emphasizing her fresh and natural allure.

There was nothing about her that set her apart from an ordinary girl; clearly, she cared for her personal appearance, would pierce her ears, wear lip balm, keep long nails, and had shoulder-length hair not inferior to any girl's, black as silk threads. However, this could hardly count as even a basic ensemble, it was simply fundamental.

Apart from her silence, you couldn't find a single flaw on her. It was as if all else was overshadowed by her stunning exterior. Even her height seemed meticulously chosen, as if being any taller or shorter would fail to fully showcase her beauty, and yet it was as perfect as it could be.

But then people became suddenly conscious of a concept—such a woman should belong in the heavens, not the mortal world. She seemed even more feminine than a woman could be—could she possibly be a man? After all, Mengdie had never spoken a word; perhaps she feared her voice would betray her gender. This was not an impossibility.

Keep in mind that many men who dress as women do not speak, and if they do dress up, they might appear even more feminine than real women. Instantly, many men in the crowd were, quite literally, turned on the spot—at least some thought so. But no matter what, beauty was justice, and they were in love.

Those disciples from the Holy Hall, who had previously drooled over the junior protectors and the Left Protector, now refocused their lewd jokes onto Mengdie, as if they had discovered a whole new world.

Many male disciples struck poses, each believing they possessed the most masculine charm, whether it be sunny or soft and stern. Some pretended to be deep in thought, others troubled or modest—their expressions were truly diverse.

Standing directly before Mengdie, Ya Ru received no response, and though she wasn't the slightest bit angry, she still deliberately put on an innocent, bewildered look as if silently asking, "Why won't you answer my question?"

Just when the situation was about to devolve into an awkward silence, a shadow flickered and materialized instantly.

Undeniably, everyone present was no ordinary person; their eyesight was extraordinary. Yet no one could see Feng Yi's movements clearly. His body seemed to materialize from molecules to a solid form within less than half a second, a process most bizarre.

Who was this...?

At the moment, Feng Yi's actions remained unchanged, maintaining his posture of touching his forehead with his index finger, his eyes slightly closed. This gesture was a natural reflex when employing "Mental Power" to search the surrounding area, similar to the instinctive actions of holding a bowl while eating or closing one's eyes when sleeping. When unleashing mental power, placing two fingers close to the forehead—the point nearest to the brain—seemed to help quickly enter a state of focus. Indeed, this had some effect, though not significantly useful.

After three seconds, Feng Yi exhaled lightly, "Whew! This must be the Jade Clear Sect."

He seemed yet to notice everything around him, speaking casually to himself.

Exerting mental power was an extremely draining process. He had been here before and had seen many people, like Mingfei, the junior protector, and Wu Tian. By sensing the magnetic field fluctuations of these people, Feng Yi could easily track his way here, especially when these individuals were within the same vicinity.

But to think that such a great leap forward would be this effective—it just stopped short of landing on a face. As he raised his eyes to look around, even Feng Yi instinctively took a step back.

"Damn, isn't this my little fangirl—no, Mengdie?" Feng Yi thought to himself.

Mengdie's head also tilted slightly backward, but not as dramatically as Feng Yi's. It was merely a slight shake, and as she looked at him again, her eyes widened a little, seemingly quite concerned.

"Hehehehehe… Our esteemed guest has graced us with his presence. General Feng is indeed extraordinary, even his method of appearing is so distinctive," Wu Tian suddenly burst out laughing, his expression naturally unwinding.

At that moment, the leader from Yanhuang Soul also spoke up, "Is this, by any chance, the legendary General Feng?"

Feng Yi hadn't yet registered it all, replying softly, "Legend is too kind to say; it's me." He responded briefly, his voice not loud but resonating forcefully, stunning the entire crowd.

People couldn't feel any arrogance from Feng Yi that higher beings often possess. It was the genuine simplicity of one who had seen the great landscape of the world, a natural humility that seemed regardless of whom he faced, whether a beggar or a president, he didn't showcase his pressure to be distinctive. Yet it was exactly this quality that made everyone present deeply feel what truly constituted a person of high status. In terms of spirit and demeanor, he surpassed many of the sects by more than a notch. It was the most genuine charm of character.

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