Decurion Zhang Tianlang received the order and led the county soldiers away with the still-dazed Liu Long. Soon, their figures disappeared down the street.
In the middle of the road, after dealing with his son, Liu Hong turned his gaze toward Lin Feng, who was still sitting at the tea stall. His cold eyes scanned him from head to toe.
Lin Feng met his gaze directly.
The two men locked eyes. Three breaths passed…
“The rest of you, disperse as well. As of today, nothing happened in Fengshui County!” Liu Hong waved his hand grandly and turned to leave.
With the warning from the General Who Guards the North, Yan Nantian, punishing Lin Feng wouldn’t be easy for Liu Hong. Today, he could only swallow his grievance in silence…
On the way home, Lin Feng drove the carriage and glanced at his wife sitting beside him. His brow lifted slightly as confusion showed on his handsome face.
With a soft laugh, Lin Feng guessed what she was thinking and said, “Are you wondering why your husband didn’t accept General Yan’s invitation? After all, such opportunities don’t come often.”
He Caiwei couldn’t help but nod her little head and voiced her thoughts, “If you became the General’s personal guard, it would greatly benefit your future.”
“Besides, staying close to the General would be much safer. But charging into battle at the frontlines—I worry about you.”
“When fighting the Northern Barbarians, no matter how strong you are, there’s always someone stronger.”
“If there’s a choice, I’d rather you be safe.”
Lin Feng could feel the genuine concern in her words. With one hand holding the reins, he reached over and gently held her small hand, reassuring her, “Your husband will take care of himself.”
“Staying by General Yan’s side may be safer, but only by relying on real skill and earning military merit step by step can I truly win respect.”
“You’ll support me, won’t you?”
He Caiwei nodded softly. As the carriage jostled, she leaned into Lin Feng’s chest and murmured quietly, “As long as you come home safe, that’s enough for me. I don’t need anything else…”
…
When they arrived home, Lin Feng parked the carriage outside the courtyard.
He untied the horse’s gear while He Caiwei carried the items she had bought in her arms.
But as soon as they entered the house, they were met with a scene of utter chaos.
The bedding was overturned, cabinets wide open, chairs and tables knocked over—it was a complete mess.
“Did we get robbed?”
He Caiwei instinctively thought, but quickly dismissed the idea.
There wasn’t much worth stealing in their home to begin with.
Lin Feng entered behind her. Seeing the state of the house, his first reaction was also that they had been burgled.
But after checking carefully, nothing was missing.
He immediately thought of Decurion Wang Erhu.
The scene before him clearly suggested that Wang Erhu had taken advantage of his absence to come searching.
Thinking of this, Lin Feng’s eyes sharpened. He rushed out the door and scanned the surroundings.
There was no one in sight.
With his strength as a 3rd-rank martial artist, Lin Feng extended his perception to search around the house but didn’t detect any presence of other martial artists.
“They must have already left,” Lin Feng thought.
Back inside, he explained his analysis to He Caiwei and offered a few words of comfort.
Afterward, Lin Feng hurried toward the back mountain, occasionally glancing behind to check for anyone tailing him.
His strongest enemy for now was only Decurion Wang Erhu.
Wang Erhu was also a 3rd-rank martial artist, the same realm as Lin Feng. But even if Wang Erhu were following him, Lin Feng was confident he would notice.
Before long, he reached the place where he had buried the bodies yesterday.
Seeing no signs of the graves being disturbed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned home.
Seeing He Caiwei’s worried expression, Lin Feng felt a pang of guilt. Supporting her gently, he said softly, “Just give me a little time. Once I earn enough military merit and become a Decurion, we won’t have to worry about Wang Erhu anymore.”
“You can do it, Husband!”
He Caiwei nodded with complete confidence in her eyes—more than he had in himself.
After a busy morning, the two were starving.
He Caiwei went to the kitchen to cook, while Lin Feng went to a secluded part of the back mountain to train.
With long saber in hand, his blade swept through the air, light flashing in every direction.
He replayed the movements of the Heaven-Slaughter Blade Technique in his mind, then executed them again and again.
With his Yellow Rank comprehension, Lin Feng could clearly feel his proficiency steadily increasing.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed, and Lin Feng sheathed his saber.
Looking at the massive green boulder in front of him, now covered in dense blade marks, he couldn’t help but smile.
With a few more rounds of practice, he might not even need to spend Slaughter Points. The Heaven-Slaughter Blade Technique could reach the Minor Accomplishment stage on its own.
This was the effect of Yellow Rank comprehension.
As he moved, Lin Feng’s Iron Bones physique made his body strong and full of endurance. Even after half an hour of training, he didn’t feel tired at all.
Sure enough!
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With Yellow Rank comprehension and an Iron Bones physique, Lin Feng had already reached this level.
Even among 3rd-rank martial artists, there were differences in strength.
Lin Feng was confident that Wang Erhu was no longer his match.
“If I could get Profound Rank comprehension—or even Earth Rank or Heaven Rank—and go beyond Iron Bones to Silver Viscera or even Golden Body…”
Imagining the future, Lin Feng’s eyes lit up, and his heart surged with ambition.
With a thought, he opened the system panel.
[Host: Lin Feng]
[Combat Power: 3rd-rank martial artist]
[Comprehension: Yellow Rank]
[Physique: Iron Bones]
[Martial Technique: Heaven-Slaughter Blade Technique (Proficiency: Beginner)]
[Slaughter Points: 600]
…
The Slaughter Points from killing Song Chun and the other two were still far from enough.
He needed more.
Lunch was quickly eaten. Just like the day before, He Caiwei’s cooking left Lin Feng craving for more.
Especially today—she had bought a few kilograms of cured meat from the eastern market, making the meal particularly satisfying.
After the meal, Lin Feng looked at his wife He Caiwei, who was clearing the table, and felt a deep sense of peace.
He had married the right woman.
He Caiwei could manage the household and cook well. Having such a sweet wife was truly a blessing that Lin Feng must have earned over three lifetimes.
In his heart, he silently vowed: from now on, he would never let her suffer even the slightest grievance or continue living in fear.
That entire afternoon, Lin Feng trained in the back mountain, practicing his blade.
Flashes of saber light filled the air as his footwork began to synchronize with his movements.
His toes shifted left, body moved lightly.
His blade chopped downward and slashed upward. His stance changed with each transition. Only by mastering the flow would he have the power to protect himself on the battlefield.