Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Take me to see Feng Runan." Qin Ming said lightly.    

He couldn't believe that Feng Runan would come to such a place, and even owe him black stones.    

After all, Feng Runan was the son of the patriarch of the Feng Family. He should have seen the world and knew where he should come and where he shouldn't come from.    

Even if he entered the Spring Pavilion, it did not matter much if he just casually spent some money here.    

After all, the Martial Cultivator was a human, and it also needed to be enjoyed. Although Qin Ming didn't come to such a place, he didn't despise the Martial Cultivator for entering such a place.    

The Martial Cultivator was a group of people who tied their heads to their belts. They risked their lives to earn some black stones, so it was normal for them to want to enjoy it.    

But Feng Runan should not spend too much money to reach the point where he could not afford it, right?    

"Please follow me, esteemed guest." The Martial Cultivator leading the way smiled slightly and continued to lead Qin Ming and the other two people inside.    

This place was very dark. The people locked up here would definitely not be served. One could imagine how dirty the cage was.    

Qin Ming's gaze swept across the filth on the ground and could not help but frown. However, he still followed the Martial Cultivator in.    

As the four of them went deeper and deeper, the smell became more and more unpleasant. Qin Ming saw the Martial Cultivator that was locked up in the cage. Many of them were covered in injuries, and there were even some Martial Cultivator that no one cared about.    

It seemed that the people of the Spring Pavilion had tortured these people quite a lot.    

Although they were tortured until they were unconscious, they owed the Black Stone of the Spring Pavilion. Even if they were tortured to death, no one would come out to uphold justice for them.    

The only way to save the people here was to pay the black stones.    

"Father!" A weak shout came from the prison. A Martial Cultivator with a haggard face and a body covered in wounds appeared in front of them.    

"Ru Nan!" Feng Xue looked at his son in disbelief and exclaimed.    

Qin Ming looked at the Martial Cultivator with disheveled hair. After carefully identifying it, he recognized that the Martial Cultivator in front of him was actually Feng Ruonan.    

When he first saw Feng Runan, he was so arrogant. But now, his entire body was covered with wounds, and his body was filthy. His face was haggard, and his face was haggard. He looked as miserable as could be.    

His hands were handcuffed to the cage, making it impossible for him to sit down. He could only kneel in the cage.    

The place where he knelt was covered with dried blood, and the pants on his knees were torn. His gorgeous clothes were even worse than a beggar's.    

"Father!" The weakened Feng Runan's eyes regained some color when he saw his father. It was as if he had seen his savior.    

The words' father 'contained too many emotions. Shame, self-blame, regret, shame...    

After not seeing him for a short period of time, Qin Ming felt that Feng Ruonan had become a completely different person.    

If not for the fact that he knew him in the past, Qin Ming would really feel that the Martial Cultivator in front of him was not even comparable to an ordinary Martial Cultivator. How could he still have the temperament of a patriarch's son?    

"How can you be like this? Why did they lock you up?" Feng Xue's heart ached for his son. He forced himself to open the cage and asked in a deep voice.    

Feng Xue was very angry and wanted to burn down the entire Spring Pavilion.    

However, Feng Xue was very rational. He knew that the most important thing to do now was to save Feng Runan and not blindly come here.    

"Ruonan, why did you leave the family!" Feng Yan, who was at the side, said bitterly.