Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

After telling Li Chong and Ling what happened in the secret realm, Zhang Yifeng took the people and flew towards the underground blood market.

Xue Hong is dead, so Zhang Yifeng naturally wants to make good use of his identity. As the saying goes, if you don't use it, you won't use it.

This time Zhang Yifeng directly asked Li Chong and Ling to disguise themselves as his bodyguards and went all the way into the underground blood market.

After leading the people to the tent where Mr. Xiao was, Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly and raised his hand to pull up the curtain.

"Mr. Xiao, it's been a long time since we last met."

Zhang Yifeng's sudden return startled Mr. Xiao. He blinked and looked at Zhang Yifeng who came back to him.

"You, you're back?"

Mr. Xiao asked Zhang Yifeng in disbelief. Originally, he thought Zhang Yifeng would never come back.

After all, he only learned a little bit about what Xuehong was about to encounter in the secret realm through some connections later.

Regarding this, Mr. Xiao has nothing to regret.

If you want to get to the top, you have to carry out it with risks. If you are not careful, you may get stuck in it and be unable to extricate yourself.

So even if Zhang Yifeng died in that secret realm, he wouldn't be sad. At most, he would just lament his ill-fated fate.

But now that Zhang Yifeng is back, this is somewhat beyond Mr. Xiao's expectation.

After taking a closer look at Zhang Yifeng, Mr. Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You didn't let Xue Hong arrange for his twelve blood guards to seize your body?"

Since he couldn't feel the blood shadow aura in Zhang Yifeng's body, Mr. Xiao was instantly sure that the person in front of him was indeed Lone Wolf himself, not Xue Hong or anyone among his twelve blood guards.

"It's just a secret technique I learned when I was young. Not only did I come back safe and sound this time, I also brought back a treasure."

Zhang Yifeng said to Mr. Xiao with a smile. When Mr. Xiao heard this, he also raised his eyebrows and touched his beard.

"Oh? What can be called a treasure? Could it be that you also took out the inheritance of Xue Hong?"

A flash of light flashed in Mr. Xiao's eyes. If it was really the inheritance of Xuehong, Mr. Xiao would indeed be a little tempted.

But what Zhang Yifeng took out from his arms next frightened Mr. Xiao to the point where he knelt down in front of Zhang Yifeng.

What Zhang Yifeng took out was the token that represented Xuehong's identity. The moment Mr. Xiao saw the token, his body softened and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Mr. Xiao looked at Zhang Yifeng with surprised eyes. This was Xuehong's identity token, how could he fall into the hands of Lone Wolf?

"Sir, please put the token away for now. If you have any other matters, we can discuss it slowly."

Mr. Xiao said in a trembling tone, Zhang Yifeng also showed a look of surprise and quickly put away the token.

Then Zhang Yifeng walked up to Mr. Xiao with an apologetic look and pulled him up from the ground.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao, I don't know how powerful this thing is. Does the young man in blood have a high status in the organization?"

"Ahem, this thing of yours is a huge weapon to ordinary members of the organization. When they see your token, they will obey your orders. How did you get this thing? Unless Xuehong is willing, No one else can take this thing away from him."

Xiao Lao frowned and asked, stepping forward and carefully observing the token in Zhang Yifeng's arms, which exuded the aura connected to Zhang Yifeng.

"Hiss, Xuehong actually connected this token with you? I never imagined that a person like him would be so kind."

I'm afraid only Zhang Yifeng himself knew that this was not Xue Hong's kindness at all, but that Xue Hong had no other choice except Zhang Yifeng at that time.

Even if Zhang Yifeng is not Xue Teng, Xue Hong will hold on to his last hope and hand the identity token into his hands.

After all, Zhang Yifeng was Xuehong's only hope for revenge, so Xuehong finally chose to fight and gave the identity token to Zhang Yifeng instead of destroying it.

"Anyway, if you have this token, the entire underground blood market in Netherworld City will look up to you. Gee, I didn't expect you to climb on top of me all of a sudden."

Mr. Xiao sighed and smiled helplessly at Zhang Yifeng.

"You're welcome, Mr. Xiao. I am here today thanks to Mr. Xiao's help. How can I forget how kind Mr. Xiao was to me when I am in power today?"

Zhang Yifeng and Mr. Xiao, two smiling old foxes, were speechless when they saw Li Chong peeking outside the tent.

His junior brother was so good at acting. If he hadn't known that Lone Wolf was Zhang Yifeng pretending to be Zhang Yifeng, he would have almost thought that it was Lone Wolf who was talking to Mr. Xiao.

After Zhang Yifeng reminisced with Mr. Xiao in the tent, he walked out of the tent with a calm expression.

The first thing Zhang Yifeng did after walking out of the tent was to take people to the residence of the person in charge of the underground blood market.

In the largest attic in the underground blood market, the guardian and owner of the underground blood market lives here.

All operations in the underground blood market are inseparable from the promotion of this blood market lord. Only things approved by him can be circulated in the underground blood market.

Zhang Yifeng is now a person of status. When entering such a place for the first time, he naturally no longer needs to ask the guard's opinion.

Facing the obstruction of the guards, Zhang Yifeng just looked at them coldly, then took out the token in his arms and made the guards kneel on the ground in fear.

In this way, Zhang Yifeng arrived at the living room where the Blood Market Lord was sitting without any hindrance.

The blood market owner of this underground blood market is a middle-aged monk with a good appearance, and he bows to Zhang Yifeng.

"Didn't you, Lord Messenger, just leave the underground blood market today? Did something mysterious happen when you came back so soon?"

The middle-aged monk said very respectfully, and at the same time stood up and looked very willing to provide help to Zhang Yifeng.

"There's no problem. These are all overt and covert struggles at the top of the organization. It won't do you any good if you know too much."

Zhang Yifeng said calmly. As expected, the middle-aged monk trembled slightly after hearing this and decisively closed his mouth.

Seeing that the middle-aged monk was very polite and stopped talking nonsense, Zhang Yifeng stood up and sighed, pretending to be sad.

"Oh, it's a pity that the person I'm looking for is somewhere now."

"Is the messenger looking for someone? I can help the messenger. As long as the messenger passes the breath of the person you are looking for to me, I might be able to help you find the person."

The middle-aged monk chuckled, rubbed his hands and laughed.

"Oh? Won't this trouble you?"

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and asked the middle-aged monk in a calm tone.

"Of course not, of course not. What a noble status you have, messenger. It is my honor to be able to help you."

Seeing the middle-aged monk's fawning look, Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly, took out a few old things and handed them to the middle-aged monk. The middle-aged monk took the items and went to work immediately.