After serving three years in prison, he swept across the land upon his release.

In a dark underground passage, Hong Fan, holding a hand lamp, led Qin Wuchen forward. The surroundings were dim, gloomy, and damp.

The crisp sound of footsteps could be clearly heard.

"Miss Hong, where are we going?" Qin Wuchen looked at Hong Fan curiously. The surrounding environment was in stark contrast to the luxury of the Nine Dragons Society, which made him suspicious.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Qin, I'm just taking you where you need to go..."

"Where should I go?"

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

Qin Wuchen became increasingly confused as he listened. Could it be that his black card had expired? Or that it was overdue on payment and this guy wanted to lock him up here?

The surrounding environment made Qin Wuchen wary. He picked up his phone, wanting to ask his third master, Su Yingxue, for clarification.

With a snap, a stone wall in front of them suddenly opened up.

A spacious, dimly lit stone chamber appeared directly in front of them. The chamber was lined with stone pillars carved with dragon patterns, and various candlesticks were placed around the walls. Although it was gloomy and dim, it was also solemn enough.

"Mr. Qin, is this our destination?"

"Our destination?" Qin Wuchen frowned and put his phone back in his pocket.

The stone chamber looked ancient and its style didn't resemble modern architecture, causing Qin Wuchen to frown.

"This stone chamber looks quite old. Aren't you Kowloon Society auction houses? How come there's such a large room underground?" Qin Wuchen looked around the stone chamber and asked directly.

"Mr. Qin, you'll find out soon enough..."

Hong Fan revealed a meaningful smile, walked back, and then with a click, the stone door that had been open slammed shut.

Immediately afterwards, one candlestick after another on the surrounding stone walls lit up.

"What does this guy mean?" Qin Wuchen pondered Hong Fan's last words before leaving, but he didn't care at all that the other party might be detrimental to him.

This stems from absolute confidence in one's own strength.

The stone chamber was empty except for Qin Wuchen. He continued to look around the room and soon noticed a stone chair at the far end of the chamber.

The chair was carved with dragon patterns, which made Qin Wuchen think of something.

"The craftsmanship of this stone chair... is the same as that of the chairs on the fifth floor of the auction house. Could there be some connection between the two?"

After circling the stone chair, Qin Wuchen didn't find anything special. He then reached out to touch it, but the next second, a huge suction force firmly pulled his right hand in.

hum!

"This chair... is draining my vital energy?!"

Qin Wuchen immediately grabbed his right hand with his left hand, trying to break free from the attraction of the stone chair, but the suction was so strong that it took almost all his strength.

Swish!

After exerting tremendous effort, Qin Wuchen finally broke free from the suction force and sat down heavily on the ground.

"Huff huff..."

Panting heavily, Qin Wuchen's forehead was covered in sweat. However, the fact that a large amount of his internal energy had been taken away did not trigger the generation of the resentful dragon energy, which puzzled Qin Wuchen even more.

"With that kind of power, one would need at least the ninth level of Martial Dao or the body of a War God to break free. What on earth is that thing...?"

Startled and breaking out in a cold sweat, Qin Wuchen turned to leave, but after taking only a few steps, with a few clicks, the originally tightly closed stone door slowly opened.

A group of people appeared behind the stone gate. They were dressed in matching black and white robes and looked like some kind of secret organization.

Hong Fan was leading the group as they slowly walked over.

"Looks like it really was a trap set for me. Well, that's fine." Qin Wuchen chuckled, sensing that the people in front of him had ill intentions.

Although a large amount of his internal energy had been taken away, he was still more than capable of dealing with these people.

However, just as Qin Wuchen was gathering his strength and about to launch an attack, everyone suddenly knelt on one knee and shouted in unison:

"The Nine Dragons Society branch of Yunhai City greets the Palace Master!"

Palace Master? Me?

Qin Wuchen was startled and took a step back, then pointed at himself and asked, "The Palace Master you're talking about, are you referring to me?"

Hong Fan raised his head and nodded firmly: "Yes, according to the rules of the Nine Dragons Society, anyone who holds this black gold card is a hall master of the Nine Dragons Society."

Hong Fan took out the black gold card from his pocket and presented it to Qin Wuchen with both hands.

Qin Wuchen took the card and couldn't help but examine it again. He then picked up his phone to ask his third master, but all he saw on the glowing screen was a red message that read, "You have been deleted as a friend by the other party."

And a string of messages:

"Wuchen, your third master forgot to remind you, I stole this black gold card from the Jiang family. They consider it a family heirloom, but I've never used it myself. You'll have to try it yourself. Also, be very careful of the Jiang family's investigation."

"The Jiang family has a few old monsters who are very troublesome. With your current physical condition, it wouldn't be good if they targeted you."

Upon seeing the long string of text messages, Qin Wuchen was so angry that he chuckled foolishly twice.

So, even the Third Master didn't know the purpose of this black gold card? Or did he steal it? Isn't this just ripping people off?

Based on this deduction, the Palace Master is from the Jiang family? This Jiang family is indeed extraordinary; to be able to give birth to a woman with a true phoenix physique, they must have been remarkable in the past.

Qin Wuchen pondered to himself, but fortunately, it seems that this black gold card not only has no disadvantages, but also has advantages.

Qin Wuchen put the black gold card back into his pocket, straightened his tie, and then said in a serious tone:

"Since you all acknowledge me as the Palace Master, then please rise."

"Thank you, Lord Palace Master!"

Upon hearing the order, everyone present stood up. Qin Wuchen also leaned forward and whispered in Hong Fan's ear:

"Since I am the temple master, I shouldn't have to pay to buy things here, right?"

Hong Fan smiled faintly: "Palace Master, of course. We have already reimbursed you for the contract you purchased for ten billion. Everything in the Nine Dragons Society belongs to you, Palace Master."

Qin Wuchen nodded in understanding, then pointed to the stone chamber that resembled a palace and shrugged: "Miss Hong, what's the deal with this underground palace? And do you know what's the deal with that stone chair?"

Hong Fan unconsciously revealed a puzzled look in her eyes. She hadn't expected Qin Wuchen to ask these questions, and she frowned.

"Palace Master, this underground stone chamber is a tradition of the Kowloon Society Auction House. Throughout China, all Kowloon Society Auction Houses have a palace of the same style underground."

"As for the stone chair, it was made by the first temple master, and only the current temple master can sit on it."

The first temple master?

Qin Wuchen was lost in thought, realizing that this must be related to a long and distant story.

"However, these are all traditions passed down from ancient times. As for their function and origin, I'm not quite sure either," Hong Fan said, his eyes full of confusion.

Qin Wuchen nodded in understanding, then pointed to the stone chair, which was as still as death: "Have you noticed anything strange about this stone chair?"

"Strange?" Hong Fan frowned and touched his forehead. "We arrange for people to clean it every day, and we haven't noticed anything strange."

Qin Wuchen's confusion grew.

No? So, this stone chair only absorbs martial artists whose strength has reached a certain level?

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