However, because of my appearance, the oil painting of Feng Baobao left by Wugensheng must have been seen by my mother-in-law and Old Man Xia.

Otherwise, Xia Liuqing wouldn't have kept testing Feng Baobao.

Knowing this, Feng Tianci still couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark:

"That bastard, he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve!"

Xia Liuqing chuckled upon hearing this, and said meaningfully:

"Let him in. I suppose Jin Feng has something to ask him too."

Upon hearing this, Feng Tianci said no more and continued to focus on preventing the Yin Corpse from breaking into the cave.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan, who had run into the cave, immediately slowed his pace and went deeper into the cave.

They hadn't gone far when they faintly heard Mei Jinfeng's voice coming from ahead.

Zhang Chulan immediately perked up and listened attentively.

"Feng Baobao, what exactly is your relationship with the sect leader? Why is there a portrait of you in his collection?"

Inside the cave, Mei Jinfeng held up an oil painting and asked a question.

Feng Baobao looked at herself in the painting, her brows furrowed, her whole body in a daze.

He looked like he was reminiscing about something.

But soon, she clutched her head and cried out in pain:

"I don't know, I can't remember anything, my head hurts so much!"

The sudden turn of events startled Mei Jinfeng, who quickly stepped forward to inquire:

"How are you? Are you alright?"

He then helped Feng Baobao up and checked on her condition.

But Feng Baobao, in her pain, quickly broke free and lay on the ground, rolling around repeatedly, saying:

"My head hurts so much...it hurts so much!"

Seeing that her condition was getting worse and worse, Mei Jinfeng was at a loss and could only stand there anxiously.

Just then, Zhang Chulan, who had been observing, suddenly ran out and shouted anxiously:

"Bao'er, what's wrong?!"

Mei Jinfeng was startled when she saw Zhang Chulan suddenly appear.

But after seeing it clearly, he immediately said:

"She suddenly complained of a headache, and I didn't know what was wrong."

However, as she spoke, Mei Jinfeng subtly placed the oil painting behind her, as if she was afraid Zhang Chulan would discover it.

But at this moment, Zhang Chulan's attention was entirely on Feng Baobao, and he didn't notice her little actions at all.

He quickly helped Feng Baobao up from the ground and asked with a worried expression:

"Bao'er, what's wrong with you? Why does your head suddenly hurt?"

Feng Baobao didn't answer at all; she just pushed him away.

Then he sat cross-legged, placed his palms up on his knees, and began to circulate his primordial Qi within his body.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan frowned but did not disturb them.

He knew that Feng Baobao was instinctively using her internal energy to adjust herself.

After observing for a moment, he found that Feng Baobao was fine, and then looked up at Mei Jinfeng.

"Grandma Jin Feng, did you find something in Wu Gensheng's collection?"

Upon hearing his question, Mei Jinfeng hesitated, wondering whether she should answer truthfully.

After all, she didn't know the true nature of Feng Baobao's relationship with Zhang Chulan.

If you actually show the painting to the other party, it could very likely lead to huge trouble.

For someone to not age from the 1940s to the present day is an absolutely earth-shattering event!

It could even be said that even the Eight Extraordinary Skills pale in comparison to this matter.

The reason she had so many concerns was entirely due to Wugensheng.

The items that the sect leader puts in his collection must be items that he values ​​highly.

But coincidentally, Feng Baobao's oil painting appeared among them, clearly indicating that she was one of Wugensheng's most important people!

Although she didn't know what their relationship was, she felt that if she caused trouble for Feng Baobao because of herself, she would be letting down the person she loved most.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan saw that Mei Jinfeng stammered for a long time but didn't say a single word.

However, deep down, I had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

But before things were certain, he dared not draw any conclusions and could only tentatively ask again:

"Grandma Jin Feng, I overheard part of your conversation with Sister Bao'er just now."

"Do you already know who her parents are?"

Upon hearing this question, Mei Jinfeng was slightly taken aback and slowly looked at Feng Baobao, who was sitting cross-legged.

But the next second, as if provoked by something, she immediately shouted:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

"Feng Baobao, who exactly are you? Tell me!"

Mei Jinfeng stepped in front of Feng Baobao and loudly questioned her.

Zhang Chulan was completely bewildered when he saw her suddenly lose control, not knowing what had happened.

But soon, he stepped forward and stood between the two.

They were afraid that Mei Jinfeng might suddenly act impulsively and do something to Feng Baobao.

"Grandma Jin Feng, calm down, what exactly happened?"

Zhang Chulan's question brought Mei Jinfeng back to her senses, and she looked at him with a confused expression.

"What was sent... Yeah, I don't know what happened either."

"Why is her portrait among the sect leader's collection? Could it be...?"

"No, that can't be. The sect leader has never told me that he has ever had any women!"

Mei Jinfeng muttered to herself, shaking her head repeatedly in denial.

However, her seemingly deranged state left Zhang Chulan completely stunned.

I wanted to offer some advice, but after talking for a while, I still didn't know what to say.

But in his mind, he kept thinking about what Mei Jinfeng had just said.

What does she mean?

What do you mean by saying that Wugensheng never told her he had other women?

Also, what about the portrait she mentioned?

Zhang Chulan's gaze swept around and finally noticed Mei Jinfeng's profound oil painting.

However, because the other person was blocking the view, the person in the painting was not visible at all.

The only thing that could be vaguely seen was that the person was wearing a red dress and seemed to have two small braids, so it was probably a woman…

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 274 Zhang Chulan's Worries, Mutual Testing!

274.

Is that a woman in the painting?

who is it?

Is that Bao'er?!

This thought startled Zhang Chulan!

But the thought lingered and became increasingly plausible!

Others may not know, but he is fully aware of Feng Baobao's secret.

People from the 1940s still look like they're in their twenties, without aging at all!

Therefore, it can be deduced that he was from the same era as Wugensheng!

Could it be that Bao'er's biological father is none other than the former leader of the Quanxing Sect... Wugensheng?!

This idea startled even Zhang Chulan himself.

But considering Mei Jinfeng's current state, it's already self-evident!

"Grandma Jinfeng...can I take a look at that painting you're holding?"

Zhang Chulan spoke with a serious expression and solemnity.

Although he had already guessed it in his heart, until he confirmed the person in the painting, it was all wishful thinking.

However, after hearing his words, Mei Jinfeng suddenly raised her head, looked at Zhang Chulan warily, and said:

"What is your relationship with Feng Baobao?!"

As she spoke, she cautiously took half a step back to protect the oil painting.

Seeing her so wary of him, Zhang Chulan frowned slightly, finding himself in a dilemma.

If the person in that painting is indeed Bao'er, then Mei Jinfeng already knows her secret of immortality.

Even if I tell you myself, it doesn't matter; on the contrary, it will make me more likely to gain Mei Jinfeng's trust.

But the problem is, what if the person in the painting isn't who she is, and she's already revealed Bao'er's secret of not being able to live forever...?

He wasn't worried about Mei Jinfeng. After all, she was an old woman in her twilight years, and he could easily eliminate her with his strength.

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