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About an hour later, the two arrived at the Deaf-Mute Gate of Leigu Mountain.

Compared to my last visit, this place is exceptionally quiet. The mountain breeze gently blows, swirling up the fallen leaves and making a rustling sound.

Even the chirping of insects and birds seemed unusually sparse; the usual hustle and bustle of players was gone, leaving only the tranquility and serenity of the mountains.

On either side of the main gate of the Deaf and Mute Gate stood Kang Guangling, a renowned musician, and Fan Bailing, a chess enthusiast.

Standing on either side of the gate, their eyes warily scanned their surroundings, exuding a faint aura.

Wu Feng carried A Zi and slowly walked forward, his steps steady and without the slightest pause.

Upon seeing this, Kang Guangling and Fan Bailing immediately stepped forward simultaneously. Kang Guangling raised his hand to stop them, his tone respectful yet tinged with wariness. Fan Bailing also frowned slightly. The two said in unison, "Halt! This is forbidden territory of the Deaf and Mute Sect. No entry without permission!"

Their voices were loud and steady, their eyes were sharp as they stared at Wu Feng, their gazes fixed on the straw hat on his head, obscuring his face, and their expressions grew increasingly wary.

The two stood in perfect unison, one on the left and one on the right, subtly forming a pincer movement.

Wu Feng nodded slightly, raised his hand and slowly took off the straw hat on his head, revealing a face with distinct features.

After Kang Guangling and Fan Bailing saw his face clearly, the wariness in their eyes instantly disappeared, and they both withdrew their gestures of obstruction.

Kang Guangling's tone softened considerably. He cupped his hands and said, "So it's you, the friend who visited the Deaf-Mute Sect last time. We are on guard duty under our master's orders and cannot let anyone pass without permission. I'll go in and inform our master now. Please wait here for a moment."

After saying that, Kang Guangling gave Fan Bailing a wink, turned around and ran quickly toward the mountain gate, his steps light but not hurried.

Fan Bailing stood to the side, his expression calm, his gaze fixed on Wu Feng. Though he showed no respect, he was no longer wary, and simply waited quietly by his side.

Upon hearing this, Wu Feng nodded slightly and led A Zi to sit down on the stone bench next to the mountain gate.

Azi sat obediently beside him, her hands on her knees, her head down, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Not daring to move around, she would only occasionally steal a glance in the direction of the deaf-mute gate, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Not long after, a series of light footsteps approached, and Su Xinghe, dressed in a plain robe, strode out from inside the mountain gate, followed closely by Kang Guangling.

Su Xinghe's eyes were bright, and a smile played on his lips. When he saw Wu Feng, his eyes lit up instantly, and he quickened his pace to walk forward.

He bowed respectfully to Wu Feng, his tone both courteous and delighted: "Sect Leader, your presence is an honor! Please come inside!"

Upon hearing this, Kang Guangling and Fan Bailing's expressions changed drastically. They exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Wu Feng, his expression full of unease and respect.

To their utter surprise, this familiar visitor turned out to be the new leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, as their master had mentioned.

Wu Feng slowly stood up, his gaze falling on Su Xinghe. His tone was calm but tinged with concern: "Mr. Su, there's no need for such formalities. How is Senior Wu Yazi? The portrait and statue you sent last time should be able to ease his longing."

His eyes were calm, devoid of any extraneous emotion, yet a genuine concern could be discerned.

Su Xinghe straightened up, his smile widening. He nodded repeatedly, his tone gratified: "Thank you for your concern, Sect Leader. Master is much better now! Ever since the Sect Leader sent the portrait and statue, Master has been meditating in front of them every day. His expression is much more relaxed than before, and even his complexion has improved. He no longer looks so worried."

When he spoke of Wu Yazi's recent situation, his tone was full of relief, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes.

"That's good." Wu Feng nodded gently, his tone softening. "Take me to see Senior Wu Yazi. I have something to report to him."

"Alright, Sect Leader, please follow me!" Su Xinghe nodded quickly, made a respectful gesture of invitation, stepped aside to lead the way, and walked briskly ahead, occasionally turning back to signal Wu Feng to follow, his expression respectful.

Wu Feng followed closely behind, and soon the two arrived at the small house where Wu Yazi lived.

The door to the small house was ajar. Su Xinghe stepped forward gently, knocked on the door, and said respectfully, "Master, the sect leader has come to see you."

A slight noise came from inside the room, followed by Wu Yazi's aged yet powerful voice: "Come in."

Su Xinghe pushed open the door, stepped aside to let Wu Feng pass, and gestured for him to enter.

Wu Feng slowly walked into the room. The furnishings inside were still simple and plain, but there was a large desk with carving knives, wooden blocks and some carved small ornaments on it.

Wu Yazi was sitting at his desk, holding a carving knife in his hand, intently carving a piece of wood. His fingers were dry but nimble.

The carving knife moved lightly across the wooden block, the movements skillful and the expression focused; he didn't even look up when someone came in.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft golden glow on Wu Yazi.

His hair and beard were gray, and his face was aged, but his eyes were bright, exuding an extraordinary and refined air.

Only when Wu Feng walked to the desk did he slowly raise his head, his gaze falling on Wu Feng, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, his tone calm yet tinged with a touch of relief: "You've come."

Wu Feng nodded slightly, took a package out of his backpack, gently placed it on the desk, opened the package, and Ding Chunqiu's head was revealed.

His head was deathly pale, his eyes were wide open, and his face still showed the resentment and fear he had before his death, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Wu Feng pointed to the head and said calmly, "Ding Chunqiu is dead, senior. You can rest assured now."

Wu Yazi and Su Xinghe's gazes fell simultaneously on Ding Chunqiu's head.

His eyes sharpened instantly, staring intently at the head, his expression complex, a mixture of anger, relief, and a barely perceptible sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).

The two stared in silence for a moment. Suddenly, Wu Yazi reached out, his hand trembling as he pointed at the severed head. His lips moved slightly, then he cried out in a trembling voice, his voice choked with emotion: "Good! Good! Good! This wicked disciple! This wicked disciple has finally been dealt with!"

He was extremely agitated, his whole body trembled slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes. Clearly, the hatred that had been suppressed for too long had finally erupted at this moment.

Su Xinghe stood to the side, his eyes slightly red. He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect toward the severed head, and said with a relieved tone, "Master, the great revenge has been achieved. You can finally rest easy now."

Wu Yazi took a deep breath, slowly calming his excited emotions. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his gaze fell on Wu Feng, his eyes full of approval.

Wu Feng coughed lightly, a slightly embarrassed look on his face, and said bluntly, "Ahem, senior, now that you've avenged your great grudge, wouldn't you like some kind of reward? I specially eliminated this major threat for you."

His tone was calm, without any attempt to conceal his feelings, but there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazi couldn't help but laugh, shook his head, and looked at him with doting eyes. He reached into the drawer of his desk and took out a yellowed book.

The book cover is simple and unadorned, with four powerful characters engraved on it: "Bei Ming Divine Skill". The characters are mottled and reveal the vicissitudes of time.