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Seeing that the time was right, Wu Feng straightened his unremarkable dark blue martial arts outfit, pulled his straw hat down further, and strode towards the valley entrance.

After those people turned and walked away, and there was no one in front of the valley entrance for the time being, he had just walked to a spot about ten feet in front of Xue Muhua and Gou Du.

Both of them looked up at him at the same time.

Wu Feng stopped and slightly lifted the edge of his straw hat, revealing half of his face.

He did not deliberately conceal his aura; even when he was just standing normally, he exuded a profound and unfathomable air.

Both Xue Muhua and Gou Du showed slight changes in their expressions.

Although their martial arts skills were not top-notch, their eyesight was quite good as they had served Su Xinghe for many years.

The young man before them appeared to be dressed plainly and had a restrained aura, but the subtle sense of oppression and the sharp glint in his eyes were something that no ordinary martial artist could possess.

Before the two could ask anything, Wu Feng took a half step forward, lowered his voice, and spoke calmly but clearly:

"Please inform Senior Su Xinghe that an old friend has come to visit with a statue from Langhuan Paradise."

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise and disbelief in each other's eyes.

Langhuan Paradise is a secret place of the Xiaoyao Sect, and it was also the place where the Grandmaster Wuyazi and Grandmaster Uncle Li Qiushui lived in seclusion. Few people in the martial arts world know about it.

This person could even name the place and claimed to possess a statue from there…

Xue Muhua took a deep breath, put away the hoe, and solemnly cupped his hands to Wu Feng: "Friend, please wait here for a moment, we will go and inform my master immediately."

Gou Du also closed the book in his hand, and the impatient look on his face had disappeared, replaced by solemnity: "Young hero, please wait a moment."

After saying that, Xue Muhua gave Gou Du a wink. Gou Du nodded, turned around and walked quickly into the valley, his figure soon disappearing around the bend of the winding mountain path.

Xue Muhua remained where he was, gesturing for Wu Feng to wait a moment. He then stepped back two paces, standing with his hands at his sides, his gaze subtly observing Wu Feng as if trying to guess his origins.

Wu Feng didn't say anything more. He took a step back, pulled his straw hat down again, and waited quietly.

The valley entrance returned to silence, with only the rustling of the mountain wind through the treetops.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, footsteps were heard in the valley.

Gou Du came out first. He stepped aside, and behind him, an old man in gray slowly walked out.

The old man was thin, with white hair and beard, and a gaunt face, but his eyes were bright and piercing. However, there was a lingering sense of melancholy between his brows.

Wearing a simple gray cloth robe and leaning on an ebony cane, his steps were slightly slow, but each step was as steady as a rock.

Name above: [Su Xinghe (Sect Leader of the Deaf-Mute Sect - First-Class Martial Artist)]

Su Xinghe walked to the entrance of the valley and his gaze immediately fell on Wu Feng.

He looked Wu Feng up and down for a moment, his gaze shifting from initial scrutiny to a hint of surprise, which then turned into a complex and incomprehensible feeling.

He moved his lips, but only made a few muffled "ho...ho..." sounds, while raising his hand to make a few gestures.

Gou Du, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward and explained in a low voice, "My master invites you to come inside to talk, young hero."

Wu Feng nodded, asked no further questions, and followed Su Xinghe.

Su Xinghe turned and walked into the valley, Wu Feng followed two steps behind, while Xue Muhua and Gou Du stayed at the valley entrance to continue their guard duty.

The valley is much more spacious inside than it appears from the outside. A winding bluestone path leads inward, with lush bamboo and exotic flowers planted on both sides, creating a tranquil environment.

Along the way, you can see a few simple houses, and occasionally the other members of the Eight Friends of Hangu are busy—planting flowers, repairing zithers, carving stones... each immersed in their own world, only glancing up at Su Xinghe and Wu Feng as they pass by, before lowering their heads again.

It seems that although the number of people in this deaf-mute group is small, everyone performs their duties and the group is quite well-organized.

Su Xinghe led Wu Feng to a relatively secluded courtyard deep in the valley.

The courtyard is small, with a stone table and benches in the center, an ancient well in the corner, and swaying bamboo shadows all around, making it very quiet.

Su Xinghe walked to the stone table, pointed to the stone bench opposite him, and gestured for him to sit down. He then walked to the table, picked up the rough pottery teapot, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of Wu Feng.

Wu Feng glanced at the cup of tea; it was crystal clear and had no strange smell.

He took off his straw hat, placed it aside, and sat down on the stone bench, but didn't touch the cup of tea.

"Senior." Wu Feng got straight to the point, looking at Su Xinghe.

Wu Feng didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I found two old items in a secret place in the southwest. I believe they were left behind by your sect's founder, Senior Wuyazi. I have come today to return them."

As he spoke, he got up and walked to the open space in the center of the courtyard, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

Swish.

A life-sized white jade statue of a beautiful woman appeared out of thin air and stood steadily on the bluestone ground.

The jade statue gleamed with a warm luster in the sunlight. The carving was exquisite, the robes fluttered, and the figure was stunning. In particular, the eyes, inlaid with black gemstones, seemed to have a lively spirit and were incredibly lifelike.

Su Xinghe shuddered, his hand gripping the cane clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his thin hand bulging.

His eyes were fixed on the jade statue, and he made rapid "ho...ho..." sounds in his throat, his face filled with disbelief and excitement.

Wu Feng then took out the dark yellow silk scroll from his backpack, walked up to Su Xinghe, and handed it to him.

Su Xinghe took the scroll with trembling hands and slowly unfurled it.

The woman in the painting has her hair styled in a high bun, and her appearance is exquisite, exactly like the jade statue. It is a portrait of Li Canghai. The painting technique is so high that it has reached a state of perfection.

Looking at the painting and then at the jade statue, Su Xinghe remained silent for a long time before slowly raising his head to look at Wu Feng, his eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions.

He pointed to the jade statue and the scroll, then pointed deeper into the valley, making a "follow" gesture.

Wu Feng understood, waved his hand to put the jade statue back into his backpack, and said, "Senior, please lead the way."

Su Xinghe nodded, said no more, turned around, and, leaning on his cane, walked towards a more secluded path at the back of the courtyard.

Wu Feng picked up the bamboo hat, put it on, and followed closely behind.

The two walked one after the other through a bamboo forest and around several jagged rocks, until they arrived at an extremely secluded courtyard deep in the valley.

The courtyard is enclosed by a bamboo fence, and inside there is only a simple wooden house with a few vegetable patches in front of it. The environment is so simple that it is almost shabby.

Su Xinghe walked to the front of the wooden house, stopped, and gently knocked three times on the wooden door.

"Master, Xinghe requests an audience." He spoke hoarsely, his voice dry and unpleasant, clearly indicating severe damage to his throat.

After a moment of silence, a voice, aged yet still clear and calm, rang out: "Come in."

Su Xinghe pushed open the wooden door and gestured for Wu Feng to enter.

Wu Feng stepped across the threshold.

The cabin was furnished very simply: a bed, a table, a chair, and nothing else.

An elderly man in white robes sat cross-legged on the bed.

The old man had white hair and beard, but his face did not look old. Instead, his skin was smooth and had a faint jade-like luster. Only his eyes were deep and ancient, as if they had seen all the vicissitudes of life.

Clad in white, pure and immaculate, he exuded the aura of a master, even in his seated posture.

Wu Yazi, the former leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Wu Yazi's gaze calmly fell on Wu Feng, and he nodded slightly: "This young man has a composed demeanor and a solid foundation, which is quite rare. Xinghe, did he break that Precious Chess Formation?"

Su Xinghe quickly bowed and said in a hoarse voice, "Reporting to Master, it is not so. This young hero... brought some old items from Langhuan Paradise to see Master."