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And it's on the other side of the square.

A man in a wheelchair was quietly gazing at the portal to the secret realm not far away, his eyes somewhat lost in thought.

His face was handsome, even beautiful, but it was as white as a sheet of paper, without a trace of blood.

Three figures dressed in black robes stood behind him.

One of the elderly men in black robes stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Young master, this mission can be carried out by this old servant leading the men into the secret realm. Why must you personally come to this harsh and cold place to suffer?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, the pale-faced scholar suddenly coughed.

He covered his mouth with a clean white silk handkerchief, and when he removed it, there was a pool of bright red blood on the handkerchief.

He casually folded the handkerchief, a gentle, bitter smile playing on his lips, and shook his head with a sigh:

"This broken body is getting worse every day..."

"However, since this is a matter of life and death, I will not be able to rest easy if I do not come and see it for myself."

"Elder Long, I'm entrusting this trip to the secret realm to you all."

"Young master, you flatter this old servant!"

"Even if it costs me my life, I will never let you down, young master!"

Old Master Long's eyes reddened, and he nodded heavily.

The man's gaze then swept across the square, finally settling on Jiang Feng and his group not far away.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he said gently, "Elder Long, please let me go over and say hello."

As the wheelchair slowly approached, Jiang Feng turned his head and looked at the man whose face was as pale as paper, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Jiang Feng, I apologize for disturbing you."

The man bowed slightly, his smile as warm as a spring breeze.

Upon recognizing the newcomer, Qin Lie gasped in shock, exclaiming in a trembling voice, "You...you are the eldest grandson of the Su family in Shanghai, Young Master Su Muchen?!"

Seeing the puzzled looks on Jiang Feng's and the others' faces, Qin Lie quickly lowered his voice and introduced them with respect, "Jiang Feng, this is the eldest young master of the Su family in Shanghai!"

"Not only that, he is also recognized as the number one philanthropist in our Dragon Kingdom!"

"Over the years, Young Master Su has devoted all his wealth to establishing thousands of orphanages across the country, and has also donated countless resources to the soldiers fighting against the alien beasts on the front lines."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng, Xiao Xingye, Shen Weilan, and the others were all shocked. Their gazes toward Su Muchen immediately softened, replaced by a sense of awe and respect.

In this dog-eat-dog world where human life is cheap, the fact that someone is willing to give away their entire fortune to help ordinary people is a testament to their great love and magnanimity, which deserves the utmost respect from everyone.

"Captain Qin, you flatter me. These are just insignificant empty titles, not worth mentioning at all."

Su Muchen smiled weakly and waved his hand.

Seeing his weak appearance, Xiao Xingye couldn't help but ask bluntly, "Young Master Su, your qi and blood are weaker than ordinary people. Are you also going to enter the secret realm?"

"How dare you be so disrespectful to the young master!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Long suddenly unleashed a terrifying Martial Emperor aura and roared angrily.

"Elder Long, it's alright. This young man is just straightforward."

Su Muchen waved his hand, then sighed helplessly and said with a wry smile, "A useless person like me naturally can't enter the secret realm."

"The reason I troubled Elder Long and the others to go in is because my innate severed meridians have reached the point of exhaustion."

"Only in such undeveloped secret realms is it possible for the 'Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Spirit Mushroom,' capable of bringing the dead back to life, to grow."

"I need that Ganoderma lucidum to prolong my life."

Su Muchen looked at his hands and laughed self-deprecatingly: "If I can't find that ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, I only have a month left to live on."

Upon hearing these words, everyone felt a pang of regret.

Such a kind person, yet Heaven cruelly caused him to die young; it truly is the cruel irony of fate!

Su Muchen smiled slightly, flipped his wrist, and took out a jade pendant engraved with mysterious runes from his pocket.

"Brother Jiang Feng, I heard about your amazing talent when I was in Shanghai."

"This secret realm is extremely dangerous. This 'Purple Gold Black Tortoise Pendant' is a high-grade defensive spiritual treasure that can withstand a Martial Emperor's full-force attack."

"Since we've just met, I'll give this to you for self-defense."

Su Muchen handed over the jade pendant with both hands, his attitude sincere.

Jiang Feng was slightly taken aback.

Such a magical treasure would be an invaluable treasure in the outside world.

Su Muchen gave it away so casually on their first meeting.

He instinctively wanted to decline: "Young Master Su, this is too much of a favor. I cannot accept it without having done something right."

"If Brother Jiang Feng refuses, then he is looking down on a useless person like me."

"Let's just consider it... forming a good connection."

Su Muchen's smile was gentle, yet it revealed an unyielding stubbornness that left no room for refusal.

Unable to refuse, Jiang Feng had no choice but to reach out and take the jade pendant.

He gripped the jade pendant tightly, his expression turning solemn. Looking into Su Muchen's eyes, he solemnly assured him, "Jiang Feng will remember Young Master Su's kindness."

"Don't worry, if I'm lucky enough to find the ten-thousand-year-old Blood Spirit Mushroom during this trip into the secret realm, I will definitely bring it out intact!"

"In that case, thank you very much, Brother Jiang Feng."

Upon hearing this, Su Muchen blushed and thanked him repeatedly.