Just then—
A large crowd of experts had gathered at the entrance to the Spirit Secret Realm.
After learning that Qin Feng had fooled them, they had immediately chased after him. But when they reached the entrance and met up with the people waiting there, they discovered that Qin Feng had never left the Spirit Secret Realm.
"Are you sure you didn't get it wrong?"
"We're sure. The Spirit Secret Realm won't close for another two months, and very few people leave early. We couldn't have mistaken him!"
"But we chased him all this way and never saw Qin Feng!"
"Obviously, he's hiding somewhere inside the Spirit Secret Realm."
"What on earth is he thinking? At a time like this, he isn't even trying to run?"
"Exactly! If he escapes the Spirit Secret Realm and returns to the Immortal Alliance, he might still have a chance of survival. If he stays here, he's just a turtle trapped in a jar!"
"..."
The experts exchanged glances, unable to make sense of what Qin Feng was up to.
But none of them backed down. They turned around and entered the Spirit Secret Realm again, beginning a thorough search for Qin Feng.
In their eyes, Qin Feng was a lone, fat lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
He had not only the Zhurong Fire Refinement and the Twelve Star Beads, but also the Innate Primordial Qi Robe and the Binding Immortal Rope. Those treasures were worth risking their lives for.
Meanwhile, the great clans and sects were enthusiastically catching up with one another, unlike the penniless Rogue Cultivators without a sect or clan.
It wasn't that they weren't interested in the treasures on Qin Feng. They simply didn't dare show it. Instead, they were secretly sending the Death Warriors they had raised to search