"Those who wish to join the Shangfeng Escort Agency, co forward for reorganization."
Yao Qing clapped her hands, her clear voice echoing across the square.
Upon hearing this, all the martial artists in the square willingly disard themselves and accepted Yao Qing’s command; everything was carried out in an orderly manner.
Luo Feng stood nearby, watching quietly. Only after everything was handled did he walk over to Yao Qing and ask, "Why did you choose to incorporate these people?"
Yao Qing exhaled slowly, her red lips parting slightly. "Our Shangfeng Escort Agency has lost too many skilled fighters during these two escort missions."
Luo Feng nodded slightly, understanding Yao Qing’s point. He smiled and said, "These people are accustod to doing as they please. It might be hard to manage them."
Yao Qing lifted her gaze to et Luo Feng’s, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her full lips. "No problem. If I can manage you, then managing them will be an easy task."
Luo Feng touched his nose. "Are you praising , or belittling ?"
"You can guess." Yao Qing blinked, saying this with a teasing smile.
Luo Feng shrugged. His gaze moved to the nearby corpses of Black Wind Wolf and the other leaders as he said, "Now that the three leaders of the Black Wind Camp are dead, the camp exists in na only. Let’s leave this place."
"Alright." Yao Qing softly responded, her beautiful eyes falling on Liu Zixuan’s body not too far away, and she pressed her red lips together.
With Liu Zixuan’s death and the destruction of the Black Wind Camp, all past grievances had evaporated.
She withdrew her gaze, her eyes bright once more. "Let’s go," she said. "Uncle Fang and the others must be worried about us."
Imdiately, Yao Qing turned around, announcing their departure from the Black Wind Camp.
"Miss, please wait." A middle-aged martial artist stepped forward, saluting Yao Qing with a cupped fist.
"Miss, the Great Chieftain... Black Wind Wolf and his n occupied the Black Wind Camp for many years and accumulated quite a bit of wealth. Now that the three of them are dead, this wealth is ownerless."
Luo Feng’s eyes lit up, and a hint of joy also appeared on Yao Qing’s pretty face.
The Black Wind Camp has been situated on Black Wind Ridge for over a decade; surely they had gathered an astonishing amount of wealth.
"Do you know where the wealth is?" Luo Feng asked.
The middle-aged martial artist nodded. "All the wealth is stored in the stronghold’s treasury. However..."
The middle-aged martial artist hesitated, then added, "There are many traps outside the treasury. Only the three leaders knew their locations."
"Take to see," Luo Feng ordered with a wave of his hand.
The middle-aged martial artist imdiately called two n over, who respectfully ca forward to lead the way.
Luo Feng and Yao Qing trailed behind the three.
"Head Escort, be careful. There might be a trap," Luo Feng cautioned Yao Qing via voice transmission on the way.
Yao Qing looked at Luo Feng with surprise in her lovely eyes, not expecting him to be so cautious. She smiled and nodded.
The group soon arrived deep within the stronghold, where the middle-aged martial artist stopped in front of a rock wall.
"Miss, Young Hero, please wait a mont."
The middle-aged martial artist spoke, then walked to the rock wall. Channeling his Yuan Qi, he struck a protruding rock hard with his palm.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE...
The earth trembled, and a trendous sound ca from underground. Before them, the rock wall suddenly split open, revealing a massive doorway three ters high.
Luo Feng and Yao Qing exchanged a shocked glance.
They hadn’t expected such a well-hidden place within the Black Wind Camp. If these n hadn’t led the way, they would never have found it.
Approaching the doorway, Luo Feng peered down. Behind it was a passage leading straight down into pitch darkness.
"Miss, Young Hero, this passage below leads to the treasure vault," the middle-aged martial artist said, turning back to Luo Feng and Yao Qing.
Luo Feng had already sensed a vast space underground. He nodded slightly. "Lead the way."
"This..." The faces of the three martial artists changed. The middle-aged one hesitated for a mont, then mustered his courage. "This passage is filled with many traps..."
Luo Feng waved his hand impatiently. "Just go down. I’ll handle everything."
The three martial artists, seeing no other choice, had to grit their teeth and enter the passage.
"Let’s go." Luo Feng, having already spread out his Soul Power, casually followed behind the three.
With his current cultivation, even if sothing unexpected happened, he was confident he could handle it and didn’t fear any tricks they might try.
In the pitch-black passage, the group walked in silence. The three martial artists in front looked around vigilantly, appearing extrely fearful.
In such an environnt, Yao Qing’s heart also grew tense, and she had already drawn her sword, gripping it tightly.
Only Luo Feng remained calm, strolling leisurely as if he were in his own backyard.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!
Without any warning, a series of subtle sounds of tearing air heralded countless arrows shooting from the front.
"Ah! It’s a trap!" one of the martial artists scread upon seeing the cold, glinting arrowheads in the darkness, turning to flee.
At that mont, a figure suddenly flashed past them. A loud BANG echoed through the passage as a fierce wind swept through, and then everything quickly cald down.
The three martial artists mustered their courage and looked back, their faces paling.
The passage ahead was littered with arrows, forming a thick layer on the ground. So arrows were deeply embedded in the walls, with only an inch of their tails showing. The force behind them was imnse, likely comparable to a full blow from an eighth-layer Hell Realm martial artist!
If those arrows had hit them, even as eighth-layer Hell Realm experts, they would have undoubtedly died here.
"Alright, let’s keep moving," Luo Feng said, clapping his hands and turning to the others.
Looking at the composed young man before them, the three martial artists secretly drew a sharp breath. The middle-aged one stepped forward and bowed to Luo Feng with a cupped fist. "Thank you!"
The other two also showed expressions of gratitude. If Luo Feng hadn’t acted, they would surely have been pierced by a thousand arrows.
The group continued forward, Yao Qing walking beside Luo Feng. She looked at him and asked, "How did you detect the trap just now?"
She had been right beside Luo Feng, yet he had already been preparing to act before the trap was even triggered.
"Intuition." Luo Feng touched his nose, uttered the single word with a slight smile, and strode forward.
In the darkness, Yao Qing’s long eyelashes fluttered. She clenched her dainty fist, shook it at Luo Feng’s retreating back, and reluctantly followed.
The underground passage, just as the middle-aged martial artist had said, was riddled with traps. In a short stretch of just a few dozen ters, the group encountered arrow volleys, water pits, rolling boulders, poison darts... all sorts of insidious traps.
If soone unaware of the situation entered, even a ninth-layer Heavenly Court Realm martial artist might not escape unscathed.
However, Luo Feng’s Soul Power was formidable, and he detected each trap before it activated, allowing them to pass through perilously but safely.
At this, the three martial artists were utterly astounded. The way they looked at Luo Feng had completely changed, and their words beca even more respectful.
With no more traps to worry about, the group quickened their pace and soon reached the end of the tunnel. A massive black door, four to five ters tall, appeared before them.
"Sir, this is the treasure vault. However, only Black Wind Wolf knew the key to this door," the middle-aged martial artist said, stepping aside and bowing slightly, his words and actions humble and respectful towards Luo Feng.
Yao Qing’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. "I’ll go check if the key is on Black Wind Wolf’s body."
"No need." Luo Feng stopped Yao Qing and said to the others, "All of you, step back."
With that, Luo Feng walked directly to the massive door. He clenched his right fist, and a formidable aura began to gather around him.
"Break!" With a loud shout, Luo Feng’s eyes flashed sharply as he threw a powerful and swift punch.
The punch was incredibly fierce and fast. Yao Qing and the others felt as if they saw Luo Feng’s entire arm disappear, replaced by a massive, fiery-red bolt of energy that slamd into the black door at an unbelievable speed.
BOOM!
A trendous sound erupted as the earth trembled. Cracks appeared in the center of the black door, and it collapsed with a crash.
The middle-aged martial artist stared at the shattered door, gasping in disbelief, "He... he actually broke it!"
The other two martial artists beside him were equally stunned, standing dumbfounded.
This door was made entirely of Mysterious Essence Iron, three feet thick. Black Wind Wolf had once boasted that unless a Spiritual Rotation Realm expert ca personally, no one should even dream of opening this door!
Yet today, it had been shattered by a single punch—so simply, without any suspense.
Luo Feng paid no attention to their astonished expressions. His gaze was fixed on what lay behind the broken door.
Behind the door was a secret chamber, glittering with jewels and treasures. Boxes of Demon Beast materials, Demon Cores, weapons, and equipnt were piled everywhere.
Near the entrance were two boxes of crimson dicinal pills. Luo Feng recognized them as Red Cloud Pills, a Rank Two Spiritual dicine, excellent for martial artists to replenish their vitality and blood and recover from injuries.
"Such astounding wealth!" Yao Qing exclaid, walking to Luo Feng’s side. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with delight as she surveyed the chamber.
Everything here was worth no less than one hundred thousand taels of gold!
Luo Feng ignored the other items in the chamber and walked straight to several chests. He opened them, and a dense wave of Yuan Qi washed over him.
"Yuan Stones!" Luo Feng’s heart pounded. These wooden chests were all filled with Yuan Stones! By a rough estimate, there had to be four to five thousand of them! This many Yuan Stones would be enough for him to cultivate to the peak of the ninth-layer Heavenly Court Realm!
"What’s this?" Luo Feng’s gaze swept across and noticed a cold jade box hidden among the Yuan Stones in one of the chests. He reached out and picked it up.
The box was a foot long and a palm wide, its texture fine and smooth, like a beauty’s skin. A bone-chilling coldness emanated from it the mont he held it.
Luo Feng’s eyes flickered. This was high-grade Cold Condensing Jade, capable of sealing Yuan Qi!
Opening the box, he found six crystal stones, each the size of a chicken egg. Their surfaces were hazy with mist, and the intense Yuan Qi fluctuations they emitted made even Luo Feng’s heart skip a beat.
"This is... a Rank Two Yuan Stone!" Looking at the crystal stones in the cold jade box, Luo Feng’s eyes flashed, and his usually calm breathing beca ragged for the first ti. He hadn’t expected to find Rank Two Yuan Stones in this small Black Wind Camp! A single Rank Two Yuan Stone was equivalent in value to one thousand Rank One Yuan Stones. Moreover, the Yuan Qi within Rank Two Yuan Stones was far purer. Martial artists would choose Rank Two Spirit Stones when breaking through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm. However, Rank Two Yuan Stones rarely appeared in the secular world and were incredibly hard to co by. This was the first ti Luo Feng had ever seen them. He hadn’t anticipated such a huge surprise waiting for him here—to actually discover Rank Two Yuan Stones!
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