Why Are You in a Place Like This

Jing Wufeng traveled all the way to Pingjiang City.

He then started with the Martial Arts Halls, but all the ones he visited had already been slaughtered clean.

"This is Wuchen's doing."

"As long as I investigate the Martial Arts Halls one by one, I'll be able to find Wuchen's tracks."

Jing Wufeng's pupils contracted slightly. His cloak stirred behind him, and his entire body turned into a gust of wind, disappearing from his original spot.

His speed was no less than Jing Wuchen's, and even among those of the same level, he had no equal in terms of speed. Even if someone could detect his movements, they wouldn't be able to see his true form, only a cloak swiftly passing by.

Swift Cloak.

It was also one of Ning Xuanwu's treasures, capable of greatly increasing a person's movement and attack speed. It appeared harmless but concealed deadly intent.

Relying on this Swift Cloak, Jing Wuchen, as a junior, held a significant position even within the entire Nansha region.

"Master, people from the Baofeng Merchant Association are here. They're asking you to come to dinner," Zhong Qing said respectfully. "One second to remember http://"

"Alright, tell him to wait at the entrance. Change your clothes, and come with me." Yi Feng tidied himself up slightly, changed into a white robe, and then led Zhong Qing outside.

Outside, the butler from the Baofeng Merchant Association had already prepared a sedan chair, awaiting Yi Feng.

"Such good treatment!"

Yi Feng didn't stand on ceremony and directly stepped into the sedan chair. Before departing, he waved to Ao Qing at the entrance and called out, "Wangcai, guard the house for me. Especially if you encounter those brats who throw stones, bite them to death."

After giving his instructions, the group headed straight for the Baofeng Merchant Association.

Before they even arrived, a group of high-ranking officials from the Baofeng Merchant Association, including Yin Xiong, were respectfully waiting.

Of course, Luolan Xue and Yin Luoli were also present.

"President, I believe it's necessary to adjust Mr. Yi's profit-sharing ratio."

"Yes, I also think it's necessary. The association is currently undergoing its rating assessment, and Mr. Yi is a timely rain for us. Putting profit aside, the influence and reputation he brings alone can significantly boost our association's standing!"

"Mm!"

At the head seat, Yin Xiong took a sip of tea and said, "The butler also reported back to me last time, saying that Mr. Yi seemed rather unwilling to accept the ten thousand gold coin share. So, I've also been considering increasing Mr. Yi's share."

"Alright, then I propose," one of the high-ranking officials said, "Apart from costs, our association will only take one-tenth, and all other profits will go to Mr. Yi."

"Exactly, I agree with this move. This seems like giving up profits, but our association gains reputation. After all, the rating isn't solely based on profit, but more on reputation and influence," another high-ranking official said.

Following their statements, others chimed in with their agreement, mostly echoing similar sentiments.

Yin Xiong's gaze shifted to Yin Luoli and Luolan Xue beside him.

Although he appeared to be in charge, he knew he had no decision-making power in this matter.

He had already learned from Yin Luoli and Luolan Xue's brief remarks that this Mr. Yi was no ordinary person. He was very likely an unparalleled expert in disguise, living among mortals.

How could a mere mortal like himself fathom the thoughts of such an expert? He could only seek the opinions of Yin Luoli and Luolan Xue, which was why he had invited the two women.

The two nodded, having no objections.

"Good, it's decided then."

Seeing that the two women had no objections, Yin Xiong finally made the final decision.

Meanwhile, outside, Yi Feng had arrived.

"Please come in, sir," the butler said respectfully.

"You're too kind."

Yi Feng lifted his long robe, stepped down from the sedan chair, and then, with his young disciple Zhong Qing, walked towards the Baofeng Merchant Association. The butler, meanwhile, scurried ahead to report to the President.

"This Baofeng Merchant Association is truly grand!"

Yi Feng marveled as he looked around. This front hall alone had countless attendants, and a continuous stream of customers were purchasing goods.

Beside him, Zhong Qing was also curiously observing their surroundings.

"Yi Feng?"

Just then, a voice called out, drawing Yi Feng's attention.

He turned his head and frowned.

Peng Ying.

"Why are you in a place like this?"

Seeing Yi Feng again, Peng Ying's expression was somewhat complicated.

"Why can't I be in a place like this?"

Peng Ying's words were quite sharp, making Yi Feng find it somewhat amusing.

"I didn't mean anything else," Peng Ying explained. "I just... never mind. It seems there's nothing left for us to say to each other."

"Ying'er, why is this trash here again?" At this moment, Yu Wujie, clad in white and carrying a sword, arrived. The moment he saw Yi Feng, his face darkened. Especially when he thought that Peng Ying beside him must have slept with Yi Feng, killing intent surged within him as he sternly questioned, "Didn't you say you had already cut ties with this trash?"

"Brother Wujie, let me explain," Peng Ying quickly linked her arm with Yu Wujie's and hurriedly explained, "I just happened to run into him here."

"No need to explain. Let me kill him directly."

Yu Wujie's face turned cold. He drew his long sword and swung it towards Yi Feng.

And at this very moment, the group led by Yin Xiong rushed out to welcome Yi Feng, just in time to witness this scene.