Not long after the beautiful woman in white entered the Beifeng Inn, a young man also dressed in white stepped inside. He was handsome, with an otherworldly air about him.

Following behind the young man was an old servant.

’This man is so handsome! He’s almost as handsome as Father.’

The beautiful woman in white, who clearly hailed from an extraordinary family, couldn’t help but feel her eyes light up when she saw the young man. Her father was a renowned beauty in the Great Song Empire. While this young man’s looks were a slight step down from her father’s, his aura surpassed him by more than a single measure. He seemed to exude a captivating Charm from head to toe.

"Master! Please, have a seat!"

The old servant walked over to a table, took out a white cloth, and carefully wiped down a chair. After wiping down the tabletop as well, he stepped aside and spoke respectfully.

Only then did the young man sit down.

"What can I get for you, young sir?"

A beautiful, mature woman approached the young man in white and spoke, throwing him a flirtatious wink. She looked to be about thirty-one or thirty-two, with long black hair, willow-leaf eyebrows, and enchanting, almond-shaped eyes. She was dressed in a revealing black leather top, black leather pants that barely covered her lower body, and black cowhide boots, showing off large swathes of her snow-white skin and exuding a sexy, captivating air.

"Hey, Madam Fang! I’ve spent nearly a hundred taels of silver in this fleabag inn of yours. How come you aren’t serving me personally? Got your eye on this pretty boy? With those skinny arms and legs, I bet his dick is as small as a worm. How’s he supposed to satisfy you? Come over here to a real man. I guarantee I’ll make you beg for more!"

The words came from a scar-faced giant of a man, two meters tall with a full beard and a vicious knife scar across his face. He spewed the string of vulgarities before letting out a boisterous laugh.

"Insolent cur! How dare you disrespect my master! Die!"

The seemingly ordinary old servant’s eyes bulged. With a flick of his finger, a black Finger Aura shot directly toward the scar-faced man.

BANG!

The scar-faced man’s head was struck by the black Finger Aura and immediately exploded, splattering red and white all over the ground.

"Second Brother!!"

A savage glint flashed in the eyes of the other three Blade Masters at the table. One drew his blade and charged straight at the old servant. Another pulled out a Breaking Gang Crossbow and fired at him. The third waved his hand, sending a dense cloud of Cow Hair Needles, each glowing with a faint black light, shooting toward the old servant.

"A bunch of wretched ants!"

The old servant gave a chilling smile and splayed the fingers of his right hand, which seemed to transform into a vortex of Demonic Qi.

The Crossbow Arrow from the Breaking Gang Crossbow, the Cow Hair Needles, and the three Blade Masters were all helplessly pulled into the terrifying vortex.

The gray-robed old servant threw a punch, unleashing a terrifying black fist aura.

Countless chunks of flesh and blood—along with the Crossbow Arrow, the poisoned Cow Hair Needles, and the twisted Steel Blades—sprayed out of the inn’s main entrance like shrapnel.

’How terrifying!!’

’He took out the Four Ghosts of Lonely Mountain in a single move! That old man has to be a top expert at the Grandmaster Level!’

’What a powerful old man! To think a Grandmaster is merely that young man’s servant. That young man’s origins must be extraordinary. He’s not someone to be provoked!’

"..."

The remaining lone brigands in the Beifeng Inn drew a sharp, cold breath at the sight. A hint of deep apprehension flickered in their eyes as they looked at Shu Feng.

The Four Ghosts of Lonely Mountain were four incredibly vicious bandits in this region. When they joined forces, they could even contend with a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Yet the gray-robed old servant had annihilated all four of them in a single move. It was nothing short of terrifying.

’That man is an expert, his strength unfathomable! And the young man is far from simple as well!’

The old servant standing behind the beautiful woman in white opened his half-closed eyes and sent her a mental message.

The beautiful woman in white replied, "I understand, Uncle An."

After annihilating the four lone brigands with a single move, the gray-robed old servant returned to his position behind the white-clothed youth, standing silently as if he were just an ordinary old servant.

Madam Fang’s smile froze. She shed her seductive act and asked, "What can I get for you, young sir?"

’The gray-robed servant was clearly a great devil who killed without blinking. The fact that the young man in white completely ignored his actions meant he wasn’t some simple character, either. The last thing I want is to suffer a senseless death at the hands of that monster.’

The young man in white said calmly, "A pound of braised beef, one white-cut chicken, and a pot of Osmanthus Wine."

"Yes!"

Madam Fang then quickly withdrew.

"The Celestial Ranking was just updated. The Poison Emperor, Han Feng, has claimed the number two spot. He bumped the Blazing Sun Sword Saint down a rank."

"To think the Poison Emperor Han Feng actually killed a legendary Void Demon Duke. Not only that, but the Ten Thousand Profound Demon Ancestor, ranked fourth, also died by his hand. He fully deserves to be number two."

"The Blazing Sun Sword Saint and Zen Master Wuxin are also unfathomably powerful experts. The three of them have never actually fought each other, so maybe the Poison Emperor Han Feng doesn’t truly deserve that rank."

"..."

The Jianghu Wanderers ate their meat and downed their wine, all while chattering excitedly. The Great Song Empire’s Celestial Ranking was, without a doubt, their favorite topic of conversation.

The beautiful young woman in white asked curiously, "Uncle An, do Void Demon Dukes really exist? How powerful are they? Could Father kill a Void Demon Duke?"

"Void Demon Dukes do exist. On the other side of War Immortal City is the Void Demon Battlefield. In that Void Demon Battlefield, there are many terrifyingly powerful Void Demon Dukes."

"Each of those Void Demon Dukes is incredibly powerful. Even the Master might not be their match," Uncle An said.

The beautiful young woman in white asked curiously, "I heard that the Poison Emperor Han Feng isn’t even twenty-five yet! Is that true?"

"Of course it’s true! The Poison Emperor Han Feng is the youngest peerless genius. He’s no less talented than Zen Master Wuxin was in his youth."

A tall, handsome young man entered the Beifeng Inn. He was dressed in white brocade, carried a folding fan, and had a Long Sword hanging from his waist. He walked over to the young woman in white and smiled. "My name is Ling Zhaokong! May I ask what to call you, Miss?"

The beautiful young woman in white gave a dazzling smile. "I’m Qin Bingbing!"

Ling Zhaokong smiled faintly. "Miss Bingbing, it must be fate that we’ve met. May I sit here?"

Qin Bingbing smiled faintly. "Please do."

"Young sir, your food is ready!"

A waiter placed the dishes before the young man in white, grinned, and quickly withdrew.

Shu Feng glanced at the food and wine, smiled nonchalantly, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat at a leisurely pace.

’He’s eating it!’

The bewitching, sexy innkeeper, Madam Fang, watched as the young man in white ate the food and drank the wine. A strange light glinted in her beautiful eyes as she crushed a black insect in her hand.