Chapter 1627: Making a Killing!
As they followed Jiang Feng into the vast, shadowy Netherworld Hall, Wu Feng, Feng Yueji, Demoness and the others finally realized Jiang Feng hadn’t been bragging at all.
This really was the Netherworld Hall’s headquarters, and the scale was insane!
And it was buried this deep, its roots this entrenched—way beyond anything a normal person could imagine.
Just this one Netherworld Hall was already so colossal; seeing this one corner, you could guess the whole picture. Then the main base of the Eighteen Hells must be unimaginably terrifying...
But the moment they came down, everyone saw Mu Qiuyi standing there with a blank face, still draped in Jiang Feng’s jacket.
"This, this lady is...?"
At once, all eyes locked onto Jiang Feng.
Especially Feng Yueji, Demoness, and Kong Guyoulan; all three of them had slightly teasing looks on their faces.
While Shangguan Wan’er, Dong Ruyan and the other girls were seething with girlish indignation, glaring daggers at Jiang Feng.
"She’s kind of my partner, and also... a friend." Jiang Feng thought about it and could only give that answer.
He couldn’t exactly blurt out that Mu Qiuyi was the Dragon Group’s commander, and there was no need anyway.
"Oh, so that’s how it is..."
Everyone suddenly understood.
Right then, Feng Yueji stepped forward with a smile, extending a snow‑white jade hand. "Hello, sis, I’m Feng Yueji, Jiang Feng’s disciple. First time meeting you, please take care of me."
Mu Qiuyi, however, didn’t reach out.
Her gaze swept over the few peerlessly beautiful women in front of her one by one, and for some reason, she felt incredibly uncomfortable inside!
This guy Jiang Feng was way too lecherous—he had this many close female confidantes?
Disciple?! Who would believe that! Just looking at the way Feng Yueji kept sneaking glances at Jiang Feng, you could tell she was into him too...
"Ignore her."
Seeing Mu Qiuyi act so rude, Jiang Feng couldn’t be bothered to have everyone fuss over her. He continued to lead the way up front, guiding everyone deeper inside.
Feng Yueji, Demoness, Kong Guyoulan, Shangguan Wan’er and the other girls all gave Mu Qiuyi a long, meaningful look, then walked around her and followed Jiang Feng down.
Mu Qiuyi stomped her foot hard behind them, then, still feeling disgruntled, hurried to catch up!
Jiang Feng led the main group first to the front of the Book Pavilion, then said to everyone, "This is the Netherworld Hall’s Book Pavilion. Ever since Netherworld Hall was founded, every secret martial arts manual it has plundered from all over the world has been stored here. Go in and pick out whatever suits you. You can use them for your future cultivation."
Boom!!!
Hearing that, Wu Feng and the others were all stunned!
The Book Pavilion?!!
For a Martial Artist, nothing is more precious than a rare secret martial arts manual!
Yet right now, there were countless secret books in there, and they were being offered for free for them to choose from—this was a heaven‑sent blessing!
At once, everyone surged in, wildly excited, and started picking through the dazzling array of secret books.
Jiang Feng went in as well. He’d already read through these secret books; every single one was extremely valuable. Once they cultivated them, their Power would definitely make a qualitative leap!
"Master, there are so many, and they’re all ours? This is way too much!"
Feng Yueji’s eyes were practically spinning; there were plenty here that were suitable for women to cultivate, all of them priceless treasures!
"Yeah. Don’t rush to choose here; you can take your time picking after we get back. That’s exactly why I called you all over," Jiang Feng said calmly.
Wu Feng and the others caught his meaning immediately.
Right, with so many good things, why bother picking on the spot? Wouldn’t it be better to just haul everything back?!
Right then, they sprang into action. Each person grabbed a huge armful of secret books and sprinted out with them to load onto the planes, determined to empty the entire Book Pavilion!
Behind them, Mu Qiuyi watched Jiang Feng’s subordinates darting around like lightning, snatching up all the secret books like they were cabbages, and she was utterly speechless!
These secret books, if placed in the Dragon Group, could help cultivate a whole batch of top experts, and might even become the Dragon Group’s signature to attract countless Martial Artists.
Yet now, Jiang Feng’s people were monopolizing them all!
It took a full half hour and the combined efforts of nearly a hundred people just to barely finish moving all the secret books.
Wu Feng’s plan was to build a Book Pavilion back in Jiangdong Province, personally overseen by him and Fang Wei, to store all these secret books. That way, they could quickly cultivate countless experts for Jiang Feng, and in one stroke become the number one power in Jiangdong!
After they finished moving the most important secret books, Jiang Feng led Wu Feng, Feng Yueji, Demoness and the others to various other areas.
Those other places were all like giant warehouses. Inside weren’t secret books anymore, but the wealth Netherworld Hall had hoarded—rich enough to rival a nation—as well as all kinds of gold, silver, jewels, cold weapons and modern weapons, plus treasures whose names they didn’t even know.
Hauling all of that away was unrealistic. Even with over thirty planes, there wasn’t enough space.
So Jiang Feng ordered his people to only move the more important and valuable items, and they went home with their bowls and buckets overflowing.
"Alright, I’m done on my end. You called Chen Longxiang already, didn’t you?"
Once almost everything they could move had been shifted, Jiang Feng walked over and said to Mu Qiuyi, "Whatever’s left that we can’t haul, we’ll leave to your Dragon Group. Consider it payment for your trouble this time. Don’t say I never think of you."
Mu Qiuyi almost exploded with anger!
This is what you call thinking of me?!
Wu Feng and the others had practically emptied seventy percent of the entire Netherworld Hall!
The vast majority of the good stuff was already on the planes, leaving only the unimportant and worthless junk for her, like she was some beggar being tossed scraps!
"You’re just leaving like this?" she asked angrily.
"What else? Stay here for New Year’s?" Jiang Feng chuckled.
"I mean, you’re really going to split ways with me now? Draw a clear line?" Mu Qiuyi gritted out.
Seeing her so righteously furious, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
He knew that ever since they discovered the Book Pavilion, he’d been harsher on Mu Qiuyi and had deliberately drawn a boundary.
It was like they could share hardship but not share wealth. He did owe her, in a way.
But he couldn’t be blamed entirely. Mu Qiuyi had insisted on tagging along, and even without her, he could have wiped out Netherworld Hall by himself—maybe even more easily!
Leaving these things as compensation for Mu Qiuyi was already enough. He’d done all he could without betraying his own interests.
"Call it whatever you want. You and I were never truly on the same road anyway. You take your broad highway, I’ll walk my single‑plank bridge. We’ll meet again if fate allows."
Jiang Feng smiled, said nothing more, and turned to lead his people away.
Feng Yueji, Demoness and the others all followed him, but every one of them unconsciously turned back to glance at Mu Qiuyi, their expressions layered with meaning.
Mu Qiuyi was left standing there alone, staring as Jiang Feng went farther and farther away. Her heart felt like something vital had been ripped out, like she’d just lost something incredibly important!