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The most excited were the students from the public Wuhan High School.

Most of them come from ordinary families and cannot be compared with the students of private Wugao High School who are born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

They have private meditation rooms, medicinal baths, and one-on-one tutoring from renowned teachers in their homes.

What do they have?

The school's common meditation room.

Most people still have to wait in line.

But now, the advanced training rooms, which cost 100,000 per day, are open to them for free!

One month!

"Let's go! What are we waiting for? Let's take a taxi to the Martial Arts Association right now!"

"I can't wait to see just how amazing this training room, which costs 100,000 yuan a day, really is!"

The murmurs and cheers grew louder and louder.

Their young faces flushed red, and their eyes shone like fire.

On the edge of the crowd.

Shen Weilan quietly moved closer to Jiang Feng, tilted her pretty face up to look at him, and asked softly, "Brother, are you going to the Martial Arts Association to train?"

Jiang Feng thought for a moment.

He has a systematic training camp at night, so he is more efficient at practicing at home and doesn't waste a single second.

But during the day...

I'm just idling around during the day anyway.

The spiritual energy concentration and facilities in the advanced cultivation room are truly excellent; there's no harm in not using them.

Besides, practicing alone is not as effective as sparring with someone.

"The time that will be over from now on."

"Let's go to the martial arts association for training during the day."

"Um!"

Shen Weilan's eyes instantly curved into two crescent moons, her smile radiant.

For her, where she cultivated was completely unimportant.

The important thing is being able to be with my brother.

This is enough.

"I want to go too!"

A loud, boisterous voice broke in.

Gu Yuanchao suddenly appeared, shouting excitedly.

"Jiang Feng! Let's go to the Martial Arts Association together tomorrow! It's a promise!"

Jiang Feng chuckled.

This guy clearly comes from an extraordinary background, but he has no airs at all and is so friendly that it's hard to handle him.

However, after getting to know him, he actually developed a certain liking for the kid.

At least on the field, he was upright and honest, and he accepted his defeat gracefully.

"Okay, let's do it together tomorrow."

Beside him, Song Haoze stood silently, holding his sword, without saying a word.

His original plan was to go home and seclude himself to hone his swordsmanship skills in the courtyard.

Seeing this scene before him, he remained silent for a few seconds before suddenly speaking, his voice soft but firm: "I'll go too."

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow at him.

Song Haoze met the river breeze with a gaze that was both open and intense.

He offered no explanation, nor did he need one.

To become stronger, he believed the most direct way was to get closer to the strongest people.

Jiang Feng smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, see you at the Martial Arts Association entrance tomorrow morning."

After agreeing on tomorrow's plans, the crowd gradually dispersed.

As the sun sets, a fiery orange-red sunset paints the sky.

Jiang Feng did not rush home, nor did he head straight to the Martial Arts Association.

He stood at the entrance of the venue, squinting at the street corner, pondering in his mind.

black market.

Jishengtang.

"I wonder how things are going with Bai Yuhe and Senior Lin Youwei."

Since he started his elixir business, he hadn't gone to check on it for a while.

the most important is.

Bai Yuhe became an alchemist; I wonder how things are progressing now.

A hint of interest flashed in Jiang Feng's eyes as he looked at Daozi standing beside the car and said, "Take me to the black market first, then take my sister home."

"yes!"

Upon receiving the order, Daozi immediately drove to the black market.

After half an hour.

The car was parked outside the black market.

"Brother, I'll go with you!"

In the dimly lit alleyway outside the black market, Shen Weilan tugged at Jiang Feng's sleeve, her eyes sparkling with an unyielding stubbornness.

Jiang Feng stopped and looked back at his sister.

Today, she wore a high ponytail and a clean white martial arts uniform, standing in the dark alley, creating a striking contrast.

Jiang Feng shook his head inwardly.

What is the black market?

It was a den of iniquity where mercenaries and martial artists who lived on the edge gathered.

It contains all sorts of people from all walks of life.

Things that escalate to the point of violence happen every day.

My sister is so beautiful, what if she runs into some lecherous scoundrel who gets all the wrong ideas...?

"knife."

Jiang Feng spoke softly.

"exist!"

From behind, the knife immediately moved forward.

"Take my sister home, and keep an eye on her on the way."

"elder brother!"

Shen Weilan wanted to argue further.

"obedient."

Jiang Feng rubbed her head, his tone leaving no room for argument, "Go back and lock the door from the inside. Don't open the door for anyone until I get back."

For some reason, he felt uneasy today.

It seems something big is about to happen.

Shen Weilan pouted, but finally nodded obediently: "Then come back soon."

Watching the car disappear around the street corner, Jiang Feng's gentle expression vanished instantly. He turned and plunged into the alley of the black market.

As soon as he stepped out of the alley, his brow furrowed slightly.

The smell of blood here is stronger than ever before.

"stop!"

Before he could take two steps, three burly men blocked his way. The leader, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced at him sideways and said, "To enter the black market, pay the fee: one thousand per person."

Jiang Feng's gaze swept over the chests of the group.

There was an embroidered blue dragon pattern there, its claws outstretched.

Green Dragon Society?

His eyes flickered slightly.

He had been to this black market more than once, and there was never a rule about paying a fee upon entering.

Is this newly established?

And when did the Green Dragon Society extend its reach into the black market?

"What, can't afford it?"

Seeing that Jiang Feng didn't move, the burly man sneered, looking him up and down. "A student like you dares to go into the black market? Aren't you afraid of being slaughtered like a pig, stripped naked, and thrown into the black mist to feed the strange beasts?"

His two henchmen behind him joined in the laughter.

Jiang Feng was too lazy to bother with such a minor character. He took out ten red bills from his pocket, handed them over, and went straight inside.

The most urgent thing is to see Bai Yuhe and Senior Lin Youwei; there's no need to alert them over such a trivial matter.

Behind him, the jeers from the gang members hadn't stopped, but he ignored them, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

Not right.

It's too deserted.

In the past, the black market would be at its busiest at this time.

Shouts, bargaining, and the crude laughter and curses of mercenaries echoed from one end of the street to the other.

But today, at a glance, there are less than half the usual number of stalls, scattered everywhere.

What's even stranger is the expression on the faces of those vendors.

They all looked dejected and frustrated, as if they were being cut with a dull knife, daring to be angry but not daring to speak out.

Jiang Feng walked all the way to the familiar butcher shop.

"Hey, buddy, you're here again!"

The butcher was a burly man with bare arms, thicker than an average person's thigh. As soon as he saw him, the butcher grinned and enthusiastically came over with his butcher knife.

"The usual? This meat is fresh today; it's an Ironback Wild Boar that we just dragged back from the edge of the Black Mist yesterday!"

"Um."

Jiang Feng nodded, then lowered his voice, "Uncle, why are there so few people today? Where did all the mercenaries and martial artists who set up stalls go?"

One sentence seemed to have touched a raw nerve.

The burly man's smile vanished instantly, the knife he was using to cut meat slammed into the cutting board with a thud, his face filled with resentment and anger: "It's all because of that damned Green Dragon Society!"