CHAPTER 487: CHAPTER 268: MARTIAL ARTS HALL OPENS, YET SOMEONE SEEKS DEATH_3

"Master Pei, I really thought you’d been buried in the Huai River."

The Whale Flow Master teased with a laugh, likely already aware of the event’s details.

"No need to bring up the past."

Pei Pokong said helplessly, looking at the scene around him, also feeling fortunate for his decision to surrender and concede back then.

As they chatted and laughed, a flying car soon landed, and some association council members personally appeared to offer congratulations.

"Master Li, congratulations."

"Not at all, not at all."

In the midst of polite exchanges, Zhao Meng also made an appearance with people from the Black Crystal Group.

This scene made many people take note, confirming the rumors about Councilman Chen’s connections with this large group.

The people of the Martial Arts World were secretly excited too; masters were rare sights, but today there were countless powerful figures.

Immediately, the discussions were lively, continuing until ultimately a voice rose up.

"He’s here!!"

"Master Chen is here!!"

Amidst the excitement, a black car stopped by the roadside.

The car door was respectfully opened, eyes watching as a tall young man in a trench coat stepped out, placing his black leather shoes on the ground.

"Senior Brother!"

"Master Chen!"

"Councilman Chen!!"

The calls continued unabated, Chen Feng could feel countless gazes resting on him.

Nodding his head, he led Zhao Tingxiao and others out in stride, heading toward the Martial Arts Hall.

"Councilman Chen, wishing prosperity for the Martial Arts Hall."

"Coach, congratulations!"

A council member took the initiative to speak, it was Li Chengdong and Luo Yue’s elders, showing Chen Feng ample respect.

Standing beside him were Luo Yue and Zhuang Xiaoqing among others, all smiling and congratulating continually.

"Thank you."

Nodding his gratitude, Chen Feng continued to advance.

Reaching the steps at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall, three Grandmasters bowed together.

"Master Chen, wishing martial luck for prosperity."

"Many thanks."

Chen Feng smiled, bowing his hand in return, not arrogantly.

Leading the group forward, stepping up the steps.

Lin Hao and Zhao Meng stood there, both smiling and offering their blessings.

"Feng Zi, how about merging my club with your Martial Arts Hall?"

Lin Hao said cheerfully, Chen Feng smiled faintly.

The opening of the Martial Arts Hall here might indeed affect the club’s operations.

However, both were no longer weak or starting from scratch, so it was just a joke, not a matter of concern.

The group stood at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall, red lanterns being fetched, ready for the opening ribbon-cutting.

"Where is Master Zhou?"

Suddenly, the Giant Elephant Master asked in confusion.

He had specifically inquired earlier, and Master Zhou indicated he would attend the celebration.

"He had an unexpected matter."

Chen Feng explained briefly, having chatted alone about the Star Palace intel.

Zhou Wuren altered his schedule last minute, Chen Feng saw it on his phone notifications that morning.

"Oh?"

"Could it be related to the Holy Sect?"

Frowning slightly, Pei Pokong seemed to have thought of something.

Chen Feng was somewhat startled.

"Holy Sect?"

Zhou Wuren hadn’t detailed it, so he hadn’t asked much.

"Apparently, Master Chen isn’t aware yet."

After pondering for a moment, Pei Pokong opened his mouth to explain.

"The Northern Holy Sect has made some big moves recently, gathering many Northern masters."

Oh?

Chen Feng was puzzled, oddly recalling when Chu Shihong held him back at the City Association a few days earlier, relaying a message.

Chairman Li had mentioned the Holy Sect gaining momentum, with Liu Duanyun receiving top-level attention and some resource support recently.

Could it be related to this?

"Northern masters are spread throughout; only major events will prompt a Holy Sect assembly."

"Master Pei, do you know the reason?"

The Giant Elephant Master asked curiously, sensing something amiss.

Only the Gold-splitting Flying Eagle Stream’s Yun Province neighbored the North closely, so compared to others, the Flying Eagle Stream was more privy to Northern Martial Arts World affairs.

Seeing this scenario, Pei Pokong pondered for a moment, spotting Chen Feng’s curiosity.

He lowered his voice, sharing a guess.

"I heard that Liu Kuisou took a trip to the Red Capital, lingered for days before returning to the Holy Sect."

"Someone said he might have found a new path in Martial Arts..."

Expressing uncertain words, Chen Feng’s gaze sharpened, and the masters and Zhao Meng had an unusual expression.

Red Capital is the national capital of Chi Country.

But a new martial arts path...

"Isn’t this a bit exaggerated?"

The Giant Elephant Master found it hard to believe and uttered.

He understood the meaning of these words well; it suggested that the Extreme Realm might not be the end of Martial Arts.

The Whale Flow Master frowned deeply, looking earnestly at Pei Pokong.

The two peers were also elder figures approaching the twilight years.

Thus, he knew Pei wouldn’t lightly joke about such matters.

"It was merely hearsay, told by an old friend from the Northern Martial Arts World."

"But he didn’t tell me specifics either."

Pei Pokong shook his head, faces were solemn among the group, even Zhao Meng was unusually silent.

Martial Arts’ decline came from known limits, halting at Extreme Realm.

At most, like Yang Wudi, using some unknown method, seemingly touching the Sixth Order’s threshold.

Or, like the Shenwu Alliance Leader, uniquely blending Divine Power Crystals, an alternate Martial Arts path.

Yet now, someone might carve a new martial arts path?

Every individual’s thoughts varied, each curious, planning to investigate thoroughly.

"Alright, the Martial Arts Hall opening ceremony is the priority today."

"We’ll discuss this matter later."

Pei Pokong detected the atmosphere was amiss and swiftly added a comment, switching the topic.

The group nodded in agreement, soon watching as the red cloth was fetched, someone respectfully handed scissors to Chen Feng.

"Master, you do the honors."

Suppressing distracting thoughts, Chen Feng smiled; turning, he looked at his master, Li Tong, dressed in a crimson-patterned white robe.

Li was slightly startled, almost wanting to refuse, but upon seeing Chen Feng’s seriousness.

"Alright."

He nodded helplessly, his eyes filled with rich gratitude.

As he took the scissors to perform the ribbon cutting, the group raised hands, ready to applaud.

Whoosh!!!

However, at this very moment...

The sound of slicing through the air arrived with a whistling, a white tailwave tore through the long sky.

The crowd looked up in confusion, seeing a figure in a black leather jacket holding a suitcase, standing on a disc, a single-person flying device hovering above.

From the perception came a hint of malice, Chen Feng met its gaze.

"Martial Arts has been in decline for years, and now there’s a new Extreme Realm emerging."

"I, not skilled enough, wonder if Flame Tiger Master dares to spar with me, to see which is dominance, ancient martial arts or mechanical martial arts?"