Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1240 I appreciate the good intentions

Lin Feng explained, "I can't just stand there and let people beat me up, can I? I can still run away."

Yan Jin nodded. Lin Feng had saved himself some face. What he meant by "mutual fighting" was that if someone hit him, he would run away as soon as possible, even if he couldn't escape.

"What I mean is, you actually managed to fight back? Do you even know what kind of person that is?"

"A withered old man."

Strict and speechless.

"Muchuan, based on my senses, that withered old man should be a high-level cultivator from some hidden sect, the kind of terrestrial immortal who could wipe us out with a wave of his hand, yet you fought with him?"

That's exactly right.

Yan Jin rolled his eyes: "What did you say? Did he want to take you as his disciple?"

Lin Feng knew he couldn't tell the truth, lest Yan Jin suspect something else.

"I don't know, we just got into a fight for no reason."

Since Yan Jin couldn't get any answers from the questions, he had to fill in the blanks with his own imagination.

"It seems so. This person must want to take you as a disciple. He has taken a liking to your talent for cultivation, which is why he spared your life."

Lin Feng could only nod in agreement: "Yeah, maybe."

"You didn't promise him?"

Lin Feng grinned, "Look at my pathetic state..."

"Yes, yes, I was confused. If I had agreed, I wouldn't have gotten this beating."

"It was a mutual fight."

The serious topic was then changed: "Alright, alright, it was a fight. Mu Chuan, have you practiced the martial arts technique I gave you?"

Lin Feng awkwardly touched his nose. He had indeed read that manual a few times, but he had gotten so busy that he had forgotten where he put it.

It's very likely that Pei Qiyin put it away.

"Uh...I've studied it, but..."

"Just what?"

"I don't understand some of it."

Yan Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, it's understandable that you don't understand, but I've provided annotations. You need to study them carefully."

"Senior Brother Yan, perhaps my comprehension is not high enough."

Yan Jin's eyes widened immediately, and he grinned and sighed.

"You're not very quick to understand? Sigh..."

He shook his head and said, "I have traveled all over the country and have never seen a disciple with such high comprehension."

Yan Jin sighed for a long time, then said solemnly.

"Mu Chuan, come back to Tianshan with me. With my strong recommendation, Master will definitely agree to accept you as an elite disciple. In the future, your achievements will surpass all the disciples of Tianshan, and you will definitely stand at the top of all the hidden sects."

Lin Feng looked at Yan Jin with sincerity.

"Senior Brother Yan, to be honest, I neither like nor approve of your path of cultivation."

Yan Jin was immediately dumbfounded when he heard him say that.

To be able to cultivate the path to immortality and become like a deity would be an immense blessing for any mortal.

"Mu Chuan, do you know that we cultivators are above the worldly power and wealth? In our eyes, those imperial powers are like dirt."

Lin Feng smiled wryly: "Senior Brother Yan, I really like this manure."

"You...but why have you become a rogue cultivator?"

"I was just curious for a moment, but later I realized it wasn't that great."

Yan Jin saw determination in Lin Feng's eyes and knew that he could not persuade him in a short time.

After a long while, Yan Jin shook his head.

"Mu Chuan, it's very dangerous for you to roam the martial world alone. You'll become the focus of contention among various sects. If you encounter a narrow-minded cultivator who doesn't meet your expectations, it won't just be a matter of getting beaten up."

Lin Feng shrugged: "Senior Brother Yan, I've lived to this age too."

"Here's what I'll do: take out the cultivation method I gave you, and I'll explain it to you. Once you understand the principles behind it, you might even become fascinated by this path."

Lin Feng felt extremely embarrassed when he heard him say that and look at him with such enthusiasm.

Where is he going to get the cultivation manual?

Lin Feng looked into Yan Jin's eyes and shook his head firmly.

"Senior Brother Yan, I appreciate your kindness, but I know what I'm doing."

Yan Jin looked at Lin Feng with disappointment, and it took him a while to look away.

"Alas, Mu Chuan, what can I say to you... Never mind, you can only wait for yourself to realize this matter. From now on, the Tianshan Zhengyi Sect will always wait for your return."

Hearing this, Lin Feng was somewhat moved. The other person was indeed sincere in treating him and cared about his safety.

Take a deep breath.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yan. I will think about this matter carefully."

At this point, neither of them said anything more, silently gazing at the desolate withered grass in the distance, unsure of what to do.

After a while, Yan Jin stood up and dusted himself off.

"I had other things to do. I was originally going to find Lin Feng of the Zhenxi Army, but I ended up running into this mess with you."

After saying that, he looked down at Lin Feng.

"Muchuan, remember what I said, and I hope you will seriously consider the reasons behind it."

Lin Feng also stood up, looked into Yan Jin's eyes, and nodded solemnly without saying a word.

Yan Jin turned and left.

Lin Feng watched his retreating figure and suddenly asked a question.

"Senior Brother Yan, what brings you to see Lin Feng?"

Yan Jin paused, "Alas, Lin Feng, like you, was a genius disciple. It's a pity that Yuquan Temple beat him to the punch, otherwise..."

"Are you going to kill Lin Feng?"

"Don't get involved in this matter. Many things between sects are beyond our control. Just take good care of yourself."

As Yan Jin spoke, he took a step to leave.

Lin Feng refused to give up: "Senior Brother Yan, if I enter the Heavenly Mountain Gate, I will be killed just like Lin Feng."

Yan Jin shook his head: "You can rest assured about that. The Tianshan Zhengyi Sect is the best among the hidden sects. Once you enter this sect, who in this world dares to touch you? The sect will make them pay a heavy price."

"Is it impossible for Yuquan Temple to do this?"

"Sigh... Yuquan Temple..."

Before Yan Jin could finish speaking, he started walking away into the distance.

Lin Feng silently watched Yan Jin's receding figure, muttering to himself.

"Why must such a heavy price be paid?"

With Yan Jin as a precedent, Lin Feng could not return to the city immediately, so he turned around and walked downstream along the riverbank.

Of the four major hidden sects in the Central Plains, I have already met several cultivators.

Yan Xiaojia, a second-generation disciple of the Taihang Sword Formation Sect, is presumably still on Yufu Mountain, supposedly waiting for Lin Feng to return. His real purpose is simply not to get involved.

Yang Haoran, a second-generation disciple of the Qinling Zhongxing Sect, was killed by himself.

The feud with ZTE is now irreconcilable.

Yan Jingang, a second-generation disciple of the Tianshan Zhengyi Sect, had just parted ways with Fu Ning City to search for himself.

These second-generation disciples are easy to deal with, but the key is Shu Qin, the discipline elder of Kunyu Mountain, who is also a pain in Lin Feng's heart.

If it weren't for the broken sword, that old woman would have really killed him.

In addition, there are two reclusive sects overseas. Tsuruta Gen of the Wuli Xinmen sect had just cut off his own arm and left wounded.

There's also the Waterfall End of the Wunianliu Sect, a high-level cultivator on par with Tsuruta Gen. Lin Feng isn't entirely confident he can defeat him yet.

The wind was strong on the riverbank, blowing Lin Feng's disheveled hair.

Before me lay the vast, desolate fields of the southern frontier, utterly empty and lifeless.

This was caused by the invasion of pirates. They entered a large territory, burning, killing, and looting, causing countless deaths and injuries to the people. Those who were lucky enough to survive fled their homes.

The saying goes that in a village during wartime, nine out of ten houses are empty, but here it's ten out of ten houses empty.