Night Owl Headquarters, Holy Son's Palace.
Pei Feng's figure appeared in the main hall in an instant.
He clutched his chest, took two steps back, and plopped down on the soft couch in the main seat.
"Hiss..." Pei Feng gasped softly, "Ruan Yanqing is quite accurate; she always hits the spots that hurt the most."
"Sage Pei, was the trip successful?"
An old man walked in from outside the hall.
His figure was blurry and indistinct, and the space around him was faintly breaking apart.
“Kester.” Pei Feng looked at the old man, “If it weren’t for your spatial teleportation, we would probably have fallen into the hands of the Dragon Kingdom this time.”
“Holy Son, I told you long ago that the Dragon Kingdom is a deep and treacherous place, even the Palace Master wouldn’t dare to provoke it lightly.” Kester smiled, not angered by Pei Feng’s ordeal. “Let me hear what interesting things you’ve done?”
“I left the Gu worms that the Grand Elder gave me at the military headquarters of the Dragon Kingdom, and then went to Zhantian City to find Lu Changqing.” Pei Feng narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t expect the Dragon Kingdom to react so quickly, actually following me all the way. Hmph, it’s just a pity for Lu Changqing, a pawn who has been an undercover agent for many years.”
Pei Feng apologized, but his expression was arrogant and indifferent, clearly not caring about Lu Changqing's life or death.
He was a good-for-nothing who couldn't even kill a mere brat who had just entered the Grandmaster realm. He's dead, so be it.
As for the fear that Lu Changqing would expose Night Owl's secrets, that's even more impossible.
The Grand Elder had long ago planted a poisonous insect in these undercover agents. If they dared to utter a single word about Night Owl's secrets, they would suffer the pain of having their internal organs devoured by the insects until they died.
“Lu Changqing has controlled the Zhantian City Adventurers Guild for many years and has provided us with a lot of information.” Kester shook his head helplessly. “In that case, it would be better for Saint Pei to choose a new person to take over that position.”
"This kind of matter—" Pei Feng shouted, "of course, should be left to the Palace Master to decide!"
“The Lord of the Palace probably won’t have time to pay attention to these trivial matters lately,” Kester said, shattering Pei Feng’s illusions.
Pei Feng pursed his lips and began to seriously consider which person would be the most suitable to be pushed over there.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "That's right, Kester, go and investigate someone for me."
Pei Feng released his qi and blood power, which quickly condensed into a human figure in the air.
Handsome features, a tall and straight figure, and a dark blue longsword tightly gripped in his hand.
"Help me find out all the information about this person." Pei Feng looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
The young sword cultivator was full of vigor and ambition, making one want to destroy him.
Kester memorized Jiang Wuyuan's appearance perfectly: "I've memorized it."
"Okay, you go ahead and get busy. I'll send someone over to Zhantian City to get the intelligence." Pei Feng waved his hand, dismissing Kester, before taking out a healing potion and gulping it down.
He'll get his revenge sooner or later!
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Jiang Wuyuan was held down by Ruan Kongyin and stayed in the infirmary for another day before being allowed to be discharged.
Because Huo Ling obtained the Flame Marrow, he couldn't help but go into seclusion that very night, so he was unaware of what had happened on Jiang Wuyuan's side.
“My uncle said he’ll take you to his office once you’re better.” Ruan Kongyin led Jiang Wuyuan along the road. “Zhan Buhui is there too. We helped him out this time, and the military will give us some rewards.”
Jiang Wuyuan nodded in agreement.
Ruan Yanqing's office is on the nineteenth floor of the Mission Building, which is also the top floor of the entire building.
Ruan Kongyin knocked on the door, and after hearing a response from inside, she led Jiang Wuyuan inside.
As the vice principal, Ruan Yanqing's office is very large, exuding a low-key yet luxurious aesthetic.
Just like the Ruan family, the whole clan gave Jiang Wuyuan the feeling of being a noble family in ancient times, with a refined and elegant demeanor, naturally possessing the air of a learned and cultured person.
"Xiao Kong and Xiao Yuan are here." Ruan Yanqing smiled and gestured for the two to sit down on the sofa.
Opposite the two, a young man in military uniform was observing them with great interest.
The young man had an ordinary appearance, but the sharpness and incisiveness in his eyes were like a dagger piercing one's heart.
"Kong Yin has done quite well in the past six months, breaking through from a Grand Martial Master to the mid-stage of Martial King. That's much faster than I was back then." Zhan Buhui crossed his legs, looking rather roguish. "This must be Junior Brother Jiang Wuyuan? He's indeed quite strong. He comprehended sword intent at the Martial Master level. Not bad at all."
Ruan Kongyin really couldn't stand Zhan Buhui's uncouth manners, so she simply turned her attention to Ruan Yanqing.
Jiang Wuyuan's impression of Bu Hui's battle was quite good.
To be precise, he had a good impression of all soldiers: "Senior Zhan Buhui, it's a pleasure to meet you."
“It’s fine for you to call me senior, after all, I also graduated from Zhan Tian Academy.” Zhan Buhui said with a smile, “That kid Ruan Kongyin should have told you why you came here, right?”
"Thank you so much for what happened the day before yesterday. Thank you for calling Uncle Ruan; otherwise, if I had waited for those idiots from the military to come and help, they probably would have only been able to collect my corpse!"
Jiang Wuyuan nodded in agreement: "This is what we should do."
Zhan Buhui appreciated Jiang Wuyuan's awareness and nodded in satisfaction: "That's true, but the reward still has to be given. I went to see you when you were unconscious in the infirmary. You were indeed seriously injured this time, so you need to rest well and avoid any hidden injuries."
Speaking of hidden injuries, Zhan Buhui thinks of the veterans in the military.
They were all top-notch fighters in their youth, but unfortunately, they suffered a serious injury that they didn't take good care of, which left them with hidden ailments. In their later years, they were plagued by health problems all over their bodies.
This is beyond the scope of treatment techniques. According to his grandfather, it's called a deficiency of one's fundamental essence, which ordinary treatment methods naturally cannot cure.
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