Chapter 1620: Courting Death?
"What is this place?!"
Jiang Feng visited the Book Pavilion for the first time, feeling it was indeed an important place. He turned to look at Luo Chunqiu and asked.
"This is the Book Pavilion! You can understand it as the heart of the entire Netherworld Hall!"
Luo Chunqiu sighed, "The Netherworld Hall has been collecting various martial arts from around the world for nearly two hundred years. They’re all stored here. Every batch of new disciples and managers who join will be taught the secrets here based on the situation, nurturing a group of experts."
"Oh?"
Jiang Feng’s eyes lit up.
For him personally, he wouldn’t need these so-called secret books, but they could be just the thing to bring back as gifts for Wu Feng and the Demoness!
After all, he promised them more opportunities and fortune. Isn’t this being handed to him on a silver platter?
He kicked the Book Pavilion’s door open and strode in.
Upon entering, he felt an aura of antiquity and desolation, with bookshelves stacked everywhere, full of a dazzling array of ancient texts.
"Good stuff." Jiang Feng casually took one to look at, and it turned out to be China’s lost "Luoying Divine Sword Palm", a name that seems perfect for the Demoness to practice.
He’s contemplating now how to transport all these wonderful secret books back.
"This is just like a super-sized martial arts museum."
Mu Qiuyi, standing by, also exclaimed in amazement.
She thought she had seen the world, but she was awestruck by such a place.
Not even China’s hidden forces and ancient sects internally would likely have a Book Pavilion this comprehensive. After all, they couldn’t acquire them unscrupulously, whereas the Netherworld Hall definitely took them by any means necessary!
"Jiang Feng, don’t you have Chen Longxiang’s satellite phone on you? Can it still be used?!"
Mu Qiuyi immediately looked at Jiang Feng and said, "If it can be used, quickly call him, let him find a way to send people to bring these secret books back and hand them over to the country!"
"Why?!"
Jiang Feng frowned immediately upon hearing this.
He had come here today and wreaked havoc, killing those who needed killing, and collecting the spoils himself. And now you’re saying he has to hand them over?!
Why on earth should he?!
"What do you mean ’why’? Do you want to hog it all?"
Mu Qiuyi frowned at Jiang Feng’s expression and immediately asked.
"You need to get clear, it’s me who took this place down, and it has nothing to do with anyone, including you! What qualification do you have to tell me what to do?" Jiang Feng said coldly to Mu Qiuyi.
"You..." Mu Qiuyi was momentarily stunned, unable to speak!
Indeed, she was somewhat presumptuous, thinking these valuable things could only be owned by the country, yet forgetting that Jiang Feng had single-handedly annihilated the Netherworld Hall, and he had absolute discretion over everything here!
"Are you going to gobble up so many secret books, can you digest them all? You wouldn’t be able to train them all in hundreds of lifetimes!" Mu Qiuyi said irritably.
"That’s none of your concern," Jiang Feng replied calmly. "I let you in here as a favor, don’t provoke me."
Mu Qiuyi was stunned, incredulous at Jiang Feng’s extreme indifference. How did this escalate to a fallout so quickly?
Her heart suddenly felt suffocated, with a mix of grievance and resentment!
Jiang Feng turned back to the martial arts secret books, realizing that although Mu Qiuyi’s thinking was naive, her words did remind him.
That is, he could call people from the country to retrieve these secret books!
This time, he wouldn’t bother with the Dragon Group’s plane, just directly call Wu Feng and the Demoness, and move everything out of here to prevent them from going to waste.
With this thought, he immediately took out the satellite phone given by Chen Longxiang and stepped aside to call Wu Feng in China’s Jiangdong Provincial City.
This satellite phone, worthy of being a communication tool used by Dragon Group, remained intact and functional for communication even after such a large-scale battle.
In the phone call, Jiang Feng concisely instructed Wu Feng to gather a large number of people, prepare enough transport planes, and come to the northern desert, even providing Wu Feng with approximate latitude and longitude.
Then, he called the Demoness, conveying similar instructions for her to collaborate with Feng Yueji, doing their utmost to send numerous planes over to collect the spoils!
Mu Qiuyi watched Jiang Feng make arrangements and was nearing speechlessness!
This guy, he’s really going to gorge himself without even sharing the soup with others, intending to devour all these treasures!
The satellite phone given to him by Chen Longxiang was meant for him to stay connected, yet now he’s using it for personal business...
Mu Qiuyi truly felt infuriated by Jiang Feng’s offensive behavior, but knowing she couldn’t afford to provoke him, she could only swallow her anger.
After Jiang Feng had finished arranging with those back home, he returned and looked at Luo Chunqiu, saying, "Alright, I’ve seen this place and accepted it completely, is there anything else worth taking?"
"What more do you want?" Luo Chunqiu asked with a bitter smile.
He felt Jiang Feng was still naive, a large place like Netherworld Hall with nearly two hundred years of history, besides martial arts secret books, also had various gold and silver treasures, wealth rivalling nations, countless possessions, even cold and hot weapons, and high-tech items aplenty, all-encompassing!
Jiang Feng hoping to rely on manpower to move it all back to China may never be able to accomplish it!
"What do you mean ’what more do you want’, then is there anything?" Jiang Feng frowned and asked.
"There’s too much! I’m afraid you’ll be overwhelmed with choice." Luo Chunqiu shook his head with a bitter smile, "But I’d like to remind you solemnly."
"It’s okay if you take these things away, but you must do it quickly! Because what’s happened here will eventually be known by the Eighteen Hells, and the Netherworld Hall acts as a treasury and a warehouse for the entire Eighteen Hells! Killing their guards and robbing their warehouse is like raising an outrage; they’ll chase you to the ends of the earth!"
"Moreover, there’s another hidden danger you can’t delay too long, that is—the Hall Master is returning soon! The Hall Master is a more terrifying figure than the Great Elder. Although I don’t believe he can kill you with normal means, he knows some abnormal tactics! By then, you’ll find it very hard to escape; it’s best to quit while ahead!"
"The Netherworld Hall Master?" Jiang Feng chuckled, "If you hadn’t mentioned it, I’d almost forgotten there’s still a fish that escaped the net! So when exactly is he coming back? I might as well scoop him up in one go to save any trouble."
"..."
Luo Chunqiu was speechless to the extreme!
He told Jiang Feng hoping he would preserve his life and slip away when the opportunity arose.
Little did he know, Jiang Feng was already scheming against the Hall Master. Is this really the legends of high skills and daring courage, and not courting death?