From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

In the dead of night, Yongqiu City resembled a colossal beast crouching beneath the darkness.

In the most chaotic and mixed-race area of ​​the West City, a man and a woman wearing black cloaks walked side by side in a dark and messy alley. The woman wore a snake mask, and the man wore a red mask with black patterns.

"Is it not there yet?"

Having walked for half an hour and traversed most of Yongqiu City, Chen Shi couldn't help but ask a question.

"What's the rush? They've already started fighting up ahead."

Li Qinghan gave a soft snort and continued walking forward.

A moment later, they arrived at the entrance of a fortune-telling shop.

A fortune-telling shop is a place that specializes in reading people's bones and faces, interpreting divination slips, and predicting fortunes. The owner is often a half-blind, slightly sleazy old man.

These kinds of charlatans are everywhere, but most of them roam the streets and alleys with a banner; very few dare to set up a shop. Those fortune-telling shops that have been open for a while and haven't been vandalized are usually run by owners with some real skills.

Either you need to be accurate in your calculations, or you need to have a strong fist.

Bang~ Bang bang~ Bang~

Li Qinghan reached out and knocked rhythmically on the door a few times.

"Sirius is in conflict with the ruling planet, and Mars is guarding the heart. There is no divination tonight. If you have any requests, please come back after noon tomorrow."

A moment later, a slightly deep and hoarse voice came from inside.

"With Jupiter shining upon us, our fates are perfectly aligned. Tonight, we need not consult the oracle, but simply borrow a few sparks of light."

Li Qinghan also lowered his voice and spoke through the crack in the door.

Are the two exchanging secret signals?

Clang~

It seems the code was correct. Immediately afterwards, a narrow crack appeared in the door.

Li Qinghan slipped inside, and Chen Shi hesitated slightly before following her in.

The shop wasn't large, and it was indeed run by an old man with a gray goatee, but he didn't seem to be blind. He sat motionless to the side, like a clay or wooden sculpture.

Li Qinghan ignored him, after all, he was just a gatekeeper.

He walked straight to the solid wood shelf next to him and fiddled with the items on it.

Whoosh!

Immediately following a sound, the wall behind the goatee-wearing old man slowly opened by one meter, revealing a downward staircase.

It is a secret room within a secret mechanism.

Li Qinghan immediately entered, and Chen Shi followed closely behind.

Seeing the two goatee go inside, the old man with the goatee tapped under the table next to him, and the wall closed again.

"With both coded messages and secret mechanisms, it's quite well-hidden."

As Chen Shi followed Li Qinghan down the path, he looked around and couldn't help but sigh.

"Truly worthy of being the base of the Fufeng Association."

"Hmph, what does that matter?"

Li Qinghan gave a light snort and said calmly.

"Little did they know that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. There are at least five or six such places in Yongqiu City alone, not to mention outside the city. And this is just an ordinary branch of the Fufeng Society."

"Branch altar? Then there must be a main altar, right? Where is the main altar?"

Chen Shi still had many questions about dealing with the Fufeng Society, so he couldn't help but ask one.

Li Qinghan glanced at Chen Shi and snorted again. He was supposed to be a Holy Son, but his understanding of the Fufeng Society was far inferior to that of the lower-level members.

Actually, it's not Chen Shi's fault. Zhe Liu is usually elusive and rarely shows up unless there's something important, so how could he have the chance to ask about these things?

"The main altar certainly exists, but no one knows exactly where it is. As for the branch altars, they are scattered throughout the prefectures and counties of the seventeen circuits of the Great Qian Dynasty. It is even said that there are altars of the Fufeng Society outside the Great Qian Dynasty."

"The hierarchy is divided into five classes, and the framework is divided into three categories: Feng, Ya, and Song. The branch altars located in various places are responsible for the specific implementation. Members in each place are basically under the leadership of the altar master."

"so."

After listening to Li Qinghan's explanation, Chen Shi nodded repeatedly.

I gained a deeper understanding of the Fufeng Association.

The more he learned, the more shocked he became; the power of the Fufeng Society repeatedly exceeded his imagination.

As we spoke, we finally reached the bottom of the stairs, where a long corridor stretched out before us.

Fearing that someone might be overheard, Li Qinghan gestured for Chen Shi to be quiet.

The two remained silent and walked forward along the passageway.

The passageway was very long, long since beyond the divination hall, and Chen Shi had no idea where it led. It had many forks, and without a guide, it would be difficult to reach the final destination. Moreover, who knew if there were traps or mechanisms on those wrong paths?

It must be said that this base was indeed meticulously constructed.

But this was by no means a small project. The fact that all of this could be built so quietly in Yongqiu City once again demonstrates the strength of the Fufeng Society.

After wandering around for a full incense stick's time, we finally emerged from the passageway.

To Chen Shi's surprise, there was another staircase leading upwards.

The base isn't underground?

Following Li Qinghan upstairs, they finally opened the partition, revealing a small, secret room.

It has no door or windows; otherwise, it wouldn't be called a locked room.

A table, a chair, a small candle with a flickering flame on the seat, and a person sitting in the chair.

He also wore a cloak that covered his entire body and a mask with a tiger stripe pattern and the character "王" (king).

This tiger-striped mask with the character "王" (king) is not something anyone can wear. Just as only elders can wear bronze masks, the tiger-striped mask with the character "王" is exclusive to the altar master.

In other words, this person is the leader of the Fufeng Association's Yongqiu branch.

Chen Shi had previously asked Li Qinghan, and the altar master was a third-class member, on the same level as the Holy Son.

"Greetings, Master of the Altar."

Li Qinghan gave a slight bow, then pointed to Chen Shi beside her.

"He is the member I want to introduce."

"Um."

The man with the tiger-striped mask nodded slightly, said nothing more, and took out a two-finger-thick book from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Chen Shi stepped forward and opened the book. Each page recorded a task, including intelligence gathering, assassination, and other bizarre tasks such as creating public opinion and even building bridges and roads.

Li Qinghan had already made it clear to him when he came that in order to join the Fufeng Society, in addition to having an introducer, he also needed to pay a pledge of allegiance!

It's very simple; just complete any three tasks given by the forum administrator.

Chen Shi was not in a hurry. He carefully flipped through the pages, marking any suitable ones by folding the corners. Only after finishing the entire book did he compare the folded corners.

Finally, it was decided to tear out the three pages.

These three pages are all assassination missions!

Chen Shi didn't like killing, but he had to admit that among all the tasks in this book, killing was the most direct, simple, and quickest to complete.

At least that's true for him.

After selecting the mission, the tiger-striped mask raised its hand.

Li Qinghan and Chen Shi left without saying a word.

They returned the way they came, eventually arriving back at the fortune-telling shop.

The old man with the goatee opened the door, looked around, and only after confirming that no one was there did Chen Shi and Li Qinghan come out.

"I've done all I can. Now you'll have to figure it out yourself."

Li Qinghan gave a light snort and turned to leave.

After Li Qinghan's figure disappeared into the thick night, Chen Shi took out three pages of paper from his pocket.

Each page features a portrait of an assassination target; the first is a man with a fierce gaze and a scar near his eye.

According to the accompanying text, he was an eighth-rank martial artist, skilled in using twin swords, with a violent temper and a ruthless killer!