Flying Dust

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 44.2

As he pushed open the door, he returned to his own room via the secret passage, where Leng Yufang was already waiting for him outside the door.

“What’s wrong?”

“Lu Qingmo and He Yunfeng are here.”

Jun Wushuang raised his eyebrows and smiled, “It’s about time they came.”

When they arrived at the main hall of the sect, He Yunfeng and Lu Qingmo were already sitting there.

There was no expression on He Yunfeng’s face, but Lu Qingmo was still smiling as before. 

“I don’t know if the feng shui of our Jing Shui Sect is so good that Shi Ji Sword’s He Yunfeng and Lu Qingmo have paid us a personal visit.” Jun Wushuang sat down on the sect master’s seat which was two steps higher than the guest seats, this allowed him to look down on them with his head in his hands.

Lu Qingmo nodded and smiled, with a kind of unrestrained grace rarely seen from ordinary men, “Sect Master Jun, the purpose of our visit is simple: is Fei Chen here with you?”

“He is not here.” The corners of Jun Wushuang’s mouth also raised, “If he were here, I also wouldn’t been that fool to tell you guys.” He squinted at He Yunfeng, but there was still no ripple in the other party’s eyes.

“Can I have a tour in Jing Shui Sect?” Lu Qingmo’s thumb rubbed his index finger as he said, “I’ve heard that Jing Shui Sect has an underground palace comparable to that of Bai Xue Cult.”

Jun Wushuang sneered and slowly walked down the steps, “Yes, you can, after that you will find out that so far Fei Chen is not my imperial concubine beauty yet.”

He Yunfeng’s fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles began to turn white, but he slowly released them.

Jun Wushuang led them through the darkness of the underground palace, where the halls were interconnected and the corridors and passageways looped back and forth (zig zag), so if no one had led the way or knew the place well, there was a good chance they would have gotten lost.

After walking for quite a long time, Jun Wushuang led them back to the main hall.

“Do you two want to stay for a few more days, or do you want to say goodbye?” Jun Wushuang looked at He Yunfeng with a smile, but there was a disappointment in the other party’s eyes that was hard to conceal.

Lu Qingmo opened his mouth and spoke again, “There is one more place we have not seen, and that is the secret chamber in the Sect Master Jun’s room. Don’t tell me that you don’t have a secret room in your room.”

“You also know that it is a secret room.” Jun Wushuang’s fingers tapped on the back of the seat and the dangerous aura filled the air, “Then how can I just let people see it randomly?”

“Where is the secret room?” He Yunfeng, who had not said anything, finally spoke up.

“This is Jing Shui Sect, not Kun Yun Shan Zhuang.”

“Where is the secret chamber?” He Yunfeng’s tone was even lower.

Jun Wushuang smiled lightly and stood still where he was, not saying another word, because sometimes it was also one kind of pleasure to watch a calm opponent’s face suddenly change.

He Yunfeng’s sleeve was flung out, and a sword qi slashed past Jun Wushuang’s body. Before Lu Qingmo could even reach out his hand to stop it, he saw Jun Wushuang’s hair tie, which was tied behind his head, being carried by the sword wind and scattered in a disorderly manner.

The walls behind him gave out a roar sound, one after the other, and the walls of the underground maze collapsed.

In an instant, the hiding members of Jing Shui Cult emerged, looking as if they were waiting for the attack.

“Take us to your secret chamber.” He Yunfeng sharply withdrew his sword. Leng Yufang, who was standing behind Jun Wushuang, her entire body was already drenched in a cold sweat.

Lu Qing Mo sighed and stepped forward, “Sect Master Jun, if the three of us were to use our swords Qi together here, I fear that soon your Jing Shui Sect will have to change places.”

“Sect Master, if they want to see the secret room then just take them there…” said Leng Yufang.

Jun Wushuang raised his hand to signal her to be quiet, “Fine, but after I take you guys to the secret room and you guys still can’t find Fei Chen, then can you guys not come to my Jing Shui Sect to cause trouble again?”

“Yes, I can.” Lu Qingmo nodded and He Yunfeng declined to comment. 

Jun Wushuang turned his body around, stepped on the rubble on the ground and walked into the darkness, “It’s good that these walls have been broken through, it saves us from having to make a long detour to where we want to go.”

When they arrived at the room where he slept, it was very spacious and empty inside, with only a bed, a table and chairs,then nothing more.

“Sect Master Jun’s bedroom decoration is really quite succinct (pithy).” Lu Qingmo looked around unhurriedly, his smile was a little playful.

“It’s just a place to close your eyes and sleep.”

He Yunfeng’s gaze swept over the bed, running his palm over the bedding and frowning slightly.

“Sect Master Jun, please open the secret chamber.”

Jun Wushuang walked over to the side of the bed and opened a secret compartment on the inner side of the bed, tapping his palm inside all around it in a rhythmic manner. The bed was turned upside down and a tunnel appeared under it.

“Please, both of you.”