Chapter 10: Yan Feng Hui Guan

Luo Feng was immersed in contemplation; when he finally stopped, he found the sky had darkened and Mo Luo Sa sat idly, staring blankly.

“Master, you’re awake?” Mo Luo Sa’s face lit up with joy.

“While I was cultivating, you just sat there like a fool?” Luo Feng said. “Why not wander around Hu Yang City? I’m only contemplating the Dao, not turning stupid. If any outsider touches the cave’s array, I’ll break off immediately.”

Mo Luo Sa flattered him: “Food, drink, and entertainment can wait anytime. When you cultivate, I must guard you—that’s the most important thing!”

“Hah, good at talking.” Luo Feng stood up. “Alright, let’s go out and sell that Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower.”

“Master, who are you selling it to?” Mo Luo Sa also rose.

“Of course, Yan Feng Hui Guan.” Luo Feng said, and the two immediately stepped out.

Moments later, Luo Feng and Mo Luo Sa gazed from afar at the towering Yan Feng Hui Guan—its main hall, among Hu Yang City’s countless buildings, stood second only to the Governor’s Mansion in height.

“The safest place in all of Hu Yang City is this Yan Feng Hui Guan,” Luo Feng said. “Even if the entire city were destroyed, Yan Feng Hui Guan would remain untouched.”

“Oh?” Mo Luo Sa was startled—he knew nothing of the Origin Continent except what Luo Feng told him.

“Yan Feng Hui Guan represents the Yan Feng Ancient Nation,” Luo Feng said. “It was founded by a coalition of powerful factions within Yan Feng Ancient Nation, and their business spans over half the Origin Continent.”

“Even wars between divine nations dare not touch Yan Feng Hui Guan,” Luo Feng chuckled. “To attack it is to slap Yan Feng Ancient Nation in the face. The consequences would be severe.”

Mo Luo Sa understood: “Strong connections indeed.”

“They’ll buy or sell any treasure,” Luo Feng said. “They’re the safest trading partners.”

This Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower was enough to make even Eternal True Gods envious and mad. To ensure a safe transaction, Luo Feng unhesitatingly chose Yan Feng Hui Guan.

Yan Feng Hui Guan covered vast ground, filled with numerous buildings, its main hall receiving guests from all directions.

Huh.

Luo Feng and Mo Luo Sa arrived at the main hall’s entrance, and a servant immediately approached: “Shen Jun, please come inside.” The servant warmly led them into a secluded hall.

“Shen Jun, this is Chun Mi Wine from Yan Feng Ancient Nation—please taste.” The servant poured the wine; in Yan Feng Ancient Nation, a single cup was worth several Chaos Crystals, and in Hu Yang City, it was unobtainable.

“Chun Mi Wine?” Luo Feng lifted the cup, sipped, and felt a faint, refreshing sensation spread through his soul.

“Let’s get to business. I’m here to sell a Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower.” Luo Feng flipped his hand, placing the wooden box on the long table before him.

“Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower?” The servant was surprised—even though he regularly served Eternal True Gods, he still reacted with astonishment. He immediately opened the box and saw the seemingly ordinary Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower.

Hum~~~ An array within Yan Feng Hui Guan activated, bathing the flower in light, completing its appraisal instantly.

“This Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower is fully mature, well-picked and preserved, quality reaching Superior Grade. At current market rates, Yan Feng Hui Guan is willing to buy it for 120,000 Cosmic Sands.” The servant said. “What do you think, Shen Jun?”

“Fine.” Luo Feng nodded decisively.

He knew Yan Feng Hui Guan’s rules: for treasures under one million Cosmic Sands, there was rarely any haggling. For rare celestial treasures, Yan Feng Ancient Nation’s headquarters set fixed prices—branches had no authority to adjust them.

“Then this Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower belongs to Yan Feng Hui Guan.” The servant carefully placed the flower back, and a blue jade vial appeared out of thin air on the table. He handed it to Luo Feng. “Shen Jun, this vial contains 120,000 Cosmic Sands—please verify.”

Luo Feng took it, sensed it briefly, and confirmed its accuracy.

“Transaction complete,” the servant smiled. “Shen Jun, is there anything else I can assist you with?”

“I also need to purchase some alchemical materials. Here’s the list.” Luo Feng handed over a prepared inventory. “Total value: 100,000 Cosmic Sands!”

Most of the Cosmic Sands from selling the Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower would be spent.

“100,000 Cosmic Sands for all these materials?” The servant was stunned. “Most of these are common materials. If you want the full quantity listed, it’s enormous—some may require entire mines to be transported. Are you certain you want to spend all 100,000 on these?”

“Can Yan Feng Hui Guan source them all?” Luo Feng asked.

The servant smiled confidently: “No need to worry—even ten or a hundred times more, Yan Feng Hui Guan can transport them from afar! As for what you need, our warehouse has ample stock—we can deliver it while you finish a cup of wine.”

“Good, arrange it quickly,” Luo Feng nodded. “Besides these materials, I wish to apply for membership in Yan Feng Hui Guan’s ‘Dark Hall.’”

The servant smiled slightly: “Once you join Yan Feng Hui Guan’s Dark Hall, you may post or accept missions, and purchase intelligence. As an Eternal True God, you require no review or fee to join.”

As an organization spanning over half the Origin Continent,

Yan Feng Hui Guan also dealt in intelligence and bounty missions—all under the name of the Dark Hall. More clients meant more profit, so the threshold was low.

Anyone with sufficient strength or wealth could join the Dark Hall.

“Shen Jun, you’ll need a codename within the Dark Hall,” the servant said.

Luo Feng thought a moment. “Call me Blade Master.”

“Accepted.” The servant flipped his hand, producing a communication token and handing it to Luo Feng. “This is the Dark Hall communication token. In major cities, you may use it to contact the Dark Hall—for purchasing intelligence, posting bounties, or accepting missions. If lost or damaged, you may return to Yan Feng Hui Guan for a replacement.”

Luo Feng took the Dark Hall communication token—it could only connect to the Dark Hall.

“I’d like to purchase a basic intelligence dossier on all nations of the Origin Continent,” Luo Feng said.

“Shen Jun, as a new member and Eternal True God, you have a credit limit of 1,000 Cosmic Sands—but you must repay it within one eon. Failure incurs a penalty ten times the debt,” the servant warned.

“The intelligence I want costs 10 Cosmic Sands—I’ll pay now,” Luo Feng handed over the payment.

Simultaneously, he reviewed the intelligence just sent by the Dark Hall communication token: basic information on all Origin Continent nations, including maps and city details.

Luo Feng naturally focused most on the Food Nation’s data.

“...Food Nation has five sovereigns...” This was indeed basic intelligence—about the Food Nation’s sovereigns, it only stated, “Five sovereigns.” Nothing on their abilities, secret treasures, or techniques. Luo Feng’s expression darkened slightly.

“Five sovereigns in the Food Nation? When Master Zuo Shan Ke fled to the Cosmic Sea, there were only three.” Luo Feng thought. “Yu Nation hasn’t changed—still five Divine Kings.”

“The Food Nation has grown stronger during Master’s absence.”

Luo Feng accepted this naturally.

Zuo Shan Ke had fled the Origin Continent and spent a full cycle era in the Primeval Universe, even cultivating Luo Feng—a prodigy of extraordinary talent. Given the Food Nation’s aggressive nature, change over such time was inevitable.

Three sovereigns? Five sovereigns?

For Luo Feng, still only an Eternal True God, it made little difference—he lacked Divine King power and couldn’t interfere anyway.

“The Dark Hall has many bounty missions—Shen Jun may browse them,” the servant said.

Luo Feng nodded.

He easily scanned countless bounties: protection, employment, assassination, and more.

“A bounty to kill Hu Yang Army’s supreme commander, Mo Li Xiao?” Luo Feng was startled by the notice.

The supreme commander of Hu Yang’s Ten Legions was among the top two powerholders in Hu Yang City—even the Governor’s authority might not surpass his. Yet a bounty still existed in Yan Feng Hui Guan’s Dark Hall.

!.

“If a client dares to post a mission, Yan Feng Hui Guan dares to post the bounty,” the servant smiled. “Even Divine Kings are not exempt.”

“Yan Feng Hui Guan truly has such power,” Luo Feng nodded.

“Huh.”

Suddenly, a black jade vial materialized. The servant handed it to Luo Feng: “Shen Jun, all the alchemical materials you requested are here—please verify.”

Luo Feng took it, glanced inside, and saw mountains of materials. A single thought confirmed every item.

“More than enough, not a single item missing,” Luo Feng was satisfied.

“For common materials, we always add extra,” the servant said.

Luo Feng nodded, then rose and told Mo Luo Sa: “Let’s go.”

The servant personally escorted Luo Feng out.

In one of the smaller towers within Yan Feng Hui Guan.

A figure of gray mist calmly flipped through intelligence reports when a burly man entered.

“Director,” the misty figure’s eyes were hollows of fog, fixed on the burly man. “You’re the Director, yet you ignore all Yan Feng Hui Guan affairs and leave them to this old man.”

“Uncle, thank you for your trouble,” the burly man smiled apologetically.

“I regret most that I agreed with the Ancestor to follow and protect you,” the misty figure said. “Who knew that after leaving Yan Feng Ancient Nation, you’ve wandered for over a thousand eons and still won’t return! When will you go home? I’m even starting to miss our homeland.”

The burly man said: “I plan to return once I break through to the Chaos Realm.”

“You’re of the Di Chu bloodline, noble and exalted, yet you refuse to cultivate your bloodline, choosing instead to comprehend the Dao. I knew your ambition,” the misty figure said. “You achieved True Godhood through the Infinite Body, without bloodline enhancement—every step has been harder. Normally, our clan elders first cultivate their bloodline, then turn to Dao comprehension only after hitting a bottleneck.”

The burly man shook his head, disdain in his eyes: “Who succeeds after walking the easy path for eons, then switching to the hard one? Only mediocrities do that.”

The misty figure nodded approvingly: “If you truly reach Chaos Dominance through the Dao path, your family will spare no effort to nurture you upon your return.”

Because every Divine King on the Origin Continent achieved breakthrough through Dao comprehension.

“Becoming a Chaos Dominance is difficult,” the burly man nodded. “Chaos Dao is far more arduous.”

Born on the Origin Continent, he had sensed the Dao since childhood—each step forward grew increasingly obscure.

Luo Feng was different.

In the Primeval Universe, sensing the Dao was incredibly vague. So upon arriving on the Origin Continent, Luo Feng was ecstatic—he found Chaos Dao comprehension progressing rapidly.

“Hmm?” The misty figure noticed a new intelligence report. He glanced at it and said to the burly man beside him: “Director, a new Eternal True God has arrived in Hu Yang City—he’s joined our Dark Hall under the codename ‘Blade Master.’”

“Oh, noted,” the burly man nodded.

Neither paid it much mind—both were direct heirs of Yan Feng Ancient Nation’s Di Chu bloodline, entitled to ignore most Eternal True Gods in Hu Yang City.

Luo Feng and Mo Luo Sa returned to their cave.

“I’ll enter seclusion for a while. You’re free to roam,” Luo Feng ordered. “Remember—don’t cause trouble.”

“Don’t worry, Master!” Mo Luo Sa replied eagerly.

Luo Feng turned and entered the underground hall. As soon as he stepped in, layers of mechanisms sealed shut, and arrays locked the space.

This underground hall was built for cultivation and seclusion, but Luo Feng still found it too small. He waved his hand and summoned the Star Tower.

Whoosh.

Luo Feng entered the Star Tower. Its vast internal space allowed him to cultivate freely without fear of damage.

“Begin cultivation of the Chaos Great Strength Diagram,” Luo Feng sat cross-legged, beginning his first seclusion on the Origin Continent.

(End of Chapter)