Isn’t this Sister Fengchan

Luo Fengchan let her hands fall weakly. Such a top-tier expert—no wonder he could train a monster like Xu Mu.

Moreover, this person was different from Immortal Shuiyan.

Immortal Shuiyan possessed the vast Kunlun Mountain; before making a move, he had to consider the consequences.

For example, if he dared to strike at the Cold Immortal Sect, Luo Fengchan’s master, Gu Qin, could escape through the relic formation and go to Kunlun Mountain to slaughter. Even if she dared not approach Kunlun Mountain, she could hide and, from then on, kill any Kunlun disciple she encountered, posing a long-term threat to them.

But this man before her was different. Aside from a few disciples, he had no other background. He could destroy the Cold Immortal Sect without any worries about the fallout.

“Senior, this is our Cold Immortal Sect’s Heaven-grade cultivation method. I will not give it up.”

Having said this, Luo Fengchan turned and left. She no longer dared to seek a breakthrough with this old man.

She felt that the key to obtaining the method still lay with Xu Mu. Compared to this old man, Xu Mu seemed much easier to deal with.

She turned back to look at Xu Mu, only to find that the figure in black robes who had been sitting there had already vanished.

“Silent and swift—such speed.”

A shock ran through Luo Fengchan’s heart. “No wonder my master told me never to strike. If I had attacked, I might have died in the next moment.”

At the same time, Xu Mu had already used the transfer token to appear in his car.

He immediately stepped on the gas, ready to head home. Pulling off a bluff and then running away was certainly thrilling; luckily, he hadn’t been exposed.

If he had run into someone like Immortal Fuyu, who dared to fight anyone regardless of their strength, Xu Mu would have definitely been found out. Fortunately, this Luo Fengchan was cautious and careful.

……

Luo Fengchan rushed toward the Xu family estate. According to the information she had gathered, this was the Xu family’s manor.

Since she had seen Xu Mu here today, she instinctively assumed he would be at the manor tonight.

She followed the river, sprinting swiftly toward the estate. But along the riverbank, she encountered six middle-aged men in suits and ties.

Their physique and demeanor made it clear they were not salesmen or security guards. Their suits were stretched tight, their steps steady, their presence imposing—at the very least, they were on the level of CEOs.

From a distance, Luo Fengchan spotted them. She wanted to avoid crossing paths with these office workers out for an evening stroll. These old men always liked to meddle.

Seeing a young girl like her all alone, they might approach her, or even call the police to have her sent home. She had been through this more than a few times before.

To avoid trouble, she moved like lightning, instantly flashing to the roadside above the riverbank, planning to go around them.

But then, Luo Fengchan’s eyes widened in shock, as if she had seen a ghost.

Having reached the roadside, she found that the six old men were still right in front of her, their formation unchanged.

“Who are you? Playing tricks on me? You’re asking for death!”

Luo Fengchan erupted with power and charged at them.

In the blink of an eye, she was less than five meters away. Only then did she clearly see who they were.

“No wonder you looked so familiar. Isn’t this Sister Fengchan?”

Jiang Mingzhuo stood with one hand in his pocket and a cigarette between the fingers of the other.

“Luo Fengchan? It seems that during the time I was locked up, you’ve mastered the Divine-grade cultivation method.”

Fan Junshu let out a light laugh. “Others would say, ‘Once, twin eyebrows lightly drawn; now, graceful with green hair hanging low.’ But you? It’s the opposite.”

“Old Fan, stop being pretentious. We all know you read a few more books than the rest of us.”

Xie Weiwei chimed in from the side with a laugh.

“Salvation! It’s you bastards!”

Luo Fengchan’s face changed drastically upon seeing them. She clenched her teeth. “You’re the ones who took my junior sister! And in the end, you got her killed!”

“Sister Fengchan, don’t talk nonsense. Back then, it was Little Zhao who pursued Old Wang, not us who took her away.”

Xie Weiwei said flatly. “Besides, Old Wang is dead, too. Let the dead rest. Stop bringing up their past.”

“Xie Weiwei, I will say it! If not for you bastards, my junior sister would never have died!”

Luo Fengchan pointed at each of them in turn. “You! All of you are murderers!”

Shen Tuwan, upon hearing this, unbuttoned his shirt collar and started walking toward Luo Fengchan.

“Little Wan!”

Xu Shou called out.

Only then did Shen Tuwan stop in his tracks.

“Little Zhao’s death was partly our fault, but the ones who killed her were someone else. We will avenge her too.”

Xu Shou held a cigarette and looked at Luo Fengchan. “The real enemy is still alive and well, yet you point your finger at us. Isn’t that a form of cowardice?”

“It must be cowardice. She dares to shout at us because she knows we won’t lift a hand against her.”

Zhang Que took a puff of his cigarette and said.

“Bullshit! And who the hell are you two?”

Luo Fengchan glared at Xu Shou and Zhang Que.

“Oh, we’re the financiers behind Salvation. All their expenses get charged to me. I’ve heard the stories of Wang Ningzhi and Zhao Shuiyin.”

Xu Shou took another drag of his cigarette and smiled.

“What do you know? I, Luo Fengchan, have never been afraid of anyone!”

Luo Fengchan said coldly.

“Alright, Sister Fengchan. You just met a powerful expert, didn’t you? Who was he, and why did he come to Jiang City?”

Jiang Mingzhuo walked over with a smile and asked.

“He’s Xu Mu’s master. You should know Xu Mu—he placed third in this Martial Arts Championship.”

Luo Fengchan glanced at Jiang Mingzhuo.

When they were both young, she had always treated Jiang Mingzhuo like a younger brother; their ages were close. Jiang Sheng had a good relationship with Gu Qin and Ding Hong, so he often brought Jiang Mingzhuo to visit the Cold Immortal Sect.

Although Jiang Mingzhuo was younger than Luo Fengchan, his strength had always surpassed hers. When she was a child, she had set surpassing Jiang Mingzhuo as her goal—who could have imagined that he would one day kill so many cleaners and sect experts, becoming a heinous villain?

In her eyes, Jiang Mingzhuo must have been corrupted by Shouxin.

Xu Shou allowed a faint smile to appear. He had guessed right. Earlier, before coming here, he had sensed that a sudden emergence of such a powerful expert in Jiang City might be connected to Xu Mu.

And sure enough, it turned out to be the kid’s master. No wonder Xu Mu had progressed so quickly—with a master of that caliber, he must be a reclusive master.

“Where is my senior brother now? I haven’t seen him in a long time.”

Xu Shou asked with a smile.

“He left. Suddenly disappeared… Wait! Did you say senior brother?”

Luo Fengchan suddenly turned to look at Xu Shou.

“That’s right, he’s my senior brother. That aura was unmistakable.”

Xu Shou nodded. “Were you trying to fight my senior brother just now? You even made him unleash his energy.”

“I had no such intention.”

Luo Fengchan said coolly. “He found our Cold Immortal Sect’s Heaven-grade cultivation method, but he refused to give it to me. I was going to find Xu Mu to help me persuade him. After all, Xu Ningbing is currently a disciple of our Cold Immortal Sect.”

“If you dare to harm Xu Mu, my senior brother doesn’t even need to act—I’ll kill you myself.”

Xu Shou looked at Luo Fengchan and said.