I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

After the joy faded, Ye Chongren, suppressing the pain in his body, looked up and around. Drawing on his years of practice experience, he quickly determined his location. Then, his gaze fixed on the location of the Wind and Thunder Palace Master and the others. Without hesitation, he immediately exerted his control and leaped towards them like a ghost.

"Are you ready?" Ye Chongren appeared in front of everyone like a ghost and asked suddenly. His voice was low but revealed a bit of urgency.

"Oh my god..." Ou Yezi reacted most violently among the crowd. He was frightened by the sudden sound and almost jumped up. His eyes widened and he shouted in horror, "Your Majesty, why didn't you tell me when you were coming? You scared me to death!"

"Are they coming?" Meng Kongchan, the master of Fenglei Palace, was relatively calm. He just shook his Taoist robe slightly, looked at Ye Chongren calmly, and asked softly.

Ye Chongren nodded slightly and said solemnly: "Well, they are here."

"I didn't expect you to delay for so long. I thought something happened to you and you couldn't come back!" Li Youtian walked up with a relieved smile on his face and chuckled softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ou Yezi glared at Li Youtian fiercely, his eyes full of malice, as if saying: "You crow's mouth, can't you hope for something good!"

"My master has never let anyone down!" Ou Yezi turned his head and looked at Ye Chongren, saying proudly.

Ye Chongren sighed helplessly and said with a tired look, "I've tried my best. Their strength is indeed terrifying. The good news is that they didn't come with an army. There are only three people from the core area of ​​​​Shangcangyuandi, as well as Huang Taiji, Ye Daozhi and Wu Duoming."

"So there's bad news?" An elder from Fenglei Palace keenly noticed the hidden meaning in Ye Chongren's words and asked with a frown.

"That's right," Ye Chongren said with a wry smile. "The bad news is that their individual strength is just as the rumors say, extremely terrifying. I didn't fight the burly man with the giant sword, but a woman in a red dress."

"What's the result?" Ou Yezi asked impatiently.

"I can't win!" Ye Chongren gave a brief but heavy answer. These three words explained everything.

Everyone was silent for a moment upon hearing this, the atmosphere frozen. After a long moment, Meng Kongchan broke the silence, saying softly, "It's normal that you can't defeat him. Since the three of them are from the same place, their strength must be quite similar. Even the combined strength of Ye Daozhi and the other two couldn't hold out against that burly man for a hundred breaths, yet you were able to fight that woman for so long and escape unscathed. This is a blessing in disguise, and it's also good news."

Ye Chongren still shook his head and said solemnly, "I can sense that among the three, the woman in the red dress is the weakest, followed by the man with the giant sword. The strongest and most mysterious one is the man who has never made a move. He is obviously the leader of the three."

"And I was able to escape unscathed entirely because I briefly invoked the power of time and space. The woman in the red dress was originally locked in a fierce battle with me, but who knew she used some strange magical power. The word '天' suddenly appeared on her forehead, and her power instantly increased, directly defeating me. If I hadn't been prepared and activated the power of time and space beforehand, I'm afraid I would have been in great danger by now."

"Even so, I was still severely injured. What I want to tell you is that you must not face the enemy head-on. Their power has absolute suppression power over us. Once injured by them, the power will enter the body, damaging all meridians, and the path to sainthood will collapse!"

Ye Chongren told them all about the previous battle in one breath, describing it as a summary of his battle experience, but in reality it was a solemn warning. These words, like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguished the lingering spark of hope in everyone's hearts, leaving them feeling a genuine sense of despair.

This means that a head-on battle is almost tantamount to seeking death, with no chance of winning at all.

Everyone understood that no matter what tricks they used or how long they hid, they would eventually have to fight the enemy with real weapons. This was inevitable.