Even in a World Like Fengyun, Eccentrics Were Only to Be Expected

"Boss, I'm heading out too." Xiao Feng saw that the mood had turned awkward and made himself scarce.

Zhang Sanfeng: "..."

Hao Shuai: "..."

Hao Shuai looked at Zhang Sanfeng, the only one left. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds. In the end, Hao Shuai's nerve—his shamelessness—couldn't compete with the over-a-century-old Zhang Sanfeng's, and he was the first to look away.

"Do you know where Jue Wushen's secret chamber is?" Hao Shuai asked sternly. "Take us there."

Yan Ying was taken aback, then nodded with a smile. "Of course. Please follow me, young master."

Yan Ying had lost the flirtatious air she'd had earlier. After all, she was a woman who'd managed to move between four powerful men—Nie Renwang, Xiong Ba, Po Jun, and Jue Wushen—and she'd already sensed that something was wrong.

With Yan Ying leading the way, Hao Shuai and Yueyao's group soon found the secret chamber where Jue Wushen practiced in seclusion and stored his treasures.

The chamber was spacious, about a hundred square meters. It contained a stone bed and a bookshelf; otherwise, it was completely bare.

Hao Shuai walked up to the bookshelf. It held quite a few books, and he picked one up at random. They were mostly martial arts manuals, but all were ordinary fare from either Japan or the Central Plains.

He searched the entire bookshelf but couldn't find the Immortal Golden Body or the Killing Fist that Jue Wushen practiced. It seemed Jue Wushen really was cautious!

"Is this Jue Wushen's only secret chamber?" Hao Shuai turned to Yan Ying.

"As far as I know, yes. This is the only one." Yan Ying looked a little nervous. She could tell that Hao Shuai hadn't found what he was looking for.

"There must be another chamber here, but