The small, fat-burning monk glanced at the resentful Golden Cicada and said indifferently, "Although you have a deep connection with Buddhism, your inherent flaws are not yet eradicated. You need to accompany the green lamp and Buddhist scriptures every day... All these restrictions are for your own good."

"All for my own good? How noble of you! I'm going to the Boundless Sea with my best friend right now, you bald donkey, don't stop me!" Golden Cicada said furiously, but quickly sneaked a glance at Qin Feng, then flew away.

"Amitabha!" Seeing this, the fat-burning monk chanted a Buddhist mantra, then took a small bag hanging from his waist and threw it forward. The bag continuously expanded, its opening instantly covering the entire mountain forest, sucking in the fleeing Golden Cicada.

The monk hung the bag back on his waist and glanced coldly at Qin Feng: "You have some self-awareness, not acting rashly, otherwise I would have had to put you in the bag as well, to reflect on your mistakes for over a hundred years. Considering you are a friend of the Buddha's son, I'll let you go for now, hurry and leave!" With that, the monk leaned on his staff and walked step by step towards the Temple of Buddha's Light. After a few steps, his figure disappeared.

Qin Feng, watching the direction the monk left, clenched his fists so tightly they almost bled! He hadn't felt such humiliation and helplessness in many years! But the fat-burning monk was a Void Refining cultivator, while Qin Feng was only at the late stage of Soul Fusion. Even if he risked his life to fight, there was no chance of winning, so he could only watch as his disciple was taken away! But what else could he do besides remain silent? If he knew he was outmatched yet still chose to resist or vent his anger, it would be nothing but seeking death! Qin Feng looked towards the Temple of Buddha's Light under the night sky, clenched his fists, and silently vowed: "One day, I will march to this Temple of Buddha's Light and bring Golden Cicada back to our sect openly and honorably!" With that, he flew off towards the Boundless Sea without looking back...

After a journey without words, when Qin Feng returned to Qingliang Mountain's Guiyuan Peak in a gloomy mood, Chen Changgeng immediately came over and handed him two invitations.

Qin Feng opened them to see one from Yuan Tong, saying that in a little over two months, he would officially take up the position of clan leader of the Long-armed Monkey Clan and invited Qin Feng to witness the ceremony.

The other was from Red-haired Ancestor, who stated in his invitation that he had established a foothold south of the Boundless Sea at Star-picking Ridge, was recruiting disciples widely, and was preparing to rebuild the Holy Heaven Sect. He also invited Qin Feng to attend the sect's founding ceremony.

Red-haired Ancestor was quite interesting. The southern part of the Boundless Sea was almost entirely controlled by foreign races. Most people would only venture there for trade driven by profit, but he chose to establish his sect in a place surrounded by powerful enemies and entirely populated by foreign races. Qin Feng didn't know what to make of it.

Coincidentally, both the Divine Ape Island and Star-picking Ridge were in the southernmost part of the Boundless Sea, making it a convenient trip. Moreover, to show respect, Qin Feng had to make this trip personally... So, Qin Feng put away the invitations, planning to rest for a few days before setting off.

At this moment, Chen Changgeng mentioned another matter: "Two months ago, the founder of the former Snow Mountain Sect, Chu Nanxing, and the city lord of the Ever-bright City from the far northern snow region, Ye Bin, came together to visit. Seeing that the master was not here, they left."

"Oh? How did those two get together... Did they leave any letters?" Qin Feng was both surprised and delighted. Ye Bin was one thing, their relationship was neither deep nor shallow, but Chu Nanxing was from the same lineage, with very close ties, often helping and protecting each other in the human world, with a strong bond. Moreover, Chu Nanxing's cultivation was always strong, now probably at least at the early stage of Soul Fusion, and could be a great help.

Unfortunately, Chen Changgeng said: "Chu Nanxing did not leave any letters and left in a hurry with Senior Ye..." Qin Feng frowned, thinking that Chu Nanxing must have encountered something. Unfortunately, she didn't leave a letter explaining the situation, nor even a way to contact her, leaving Qin Feng with no way to help...

A few days later, Qin Feng first rode his purple-flowered dragon mule to the southern coast of the Boundless Sea to Star-picking Ridge, attending the founding ceremony of the Holy Heaven Sect.

Red-haired Ancestor made a grand gesture, gathering over a thousand disciples as soon as he reopened the sect. Even the Ethereal Palace and the Divine Sword Palace sent elders, bringing dividends from the Haisha Market. Thus, the Holy Heaven Sect was already well-known to many upon its establishment, unlike the Netherworld Immortal Sect, which only gradually became known in the Boundless Sea after many years of careful management by Qin Feng and Chen Changgeng.

Song Tianming from the Ethereal Palace also saw Qin Feng in the crowd and initially wanted to greet him but then stopped. He had just been assigned to the Haisha Market by the Ethereal Palace as a steward, with no foundation, so he had to lower his stance and get along with everyone, including small-time cultivators like Qin Feng. Now, many years later, Song Tianming had firmly established his position and built his own mountain of power, no longer needing to associate with people like Qin Feng.

"Red-haired Ancestor..."