Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1239 The Dry-Boiled Old Man

Lin Feng kicked Tsuruta Gen's severed arm into the deep pit he had just created, and then covered the pit with soil.

He took a deep breath, pondering the thrilling scene that had just unfolded.

Those who cultivate themselves usually sit quietly in the deep mountains, enduring the years, slowly consolidating their foundation, and constantly climbing one step at a time.

Meanwhile, he rapidly increased his skills through repeated life-and-death trials.

I just don't know how this kind of growth differs from years of enlightenment and cultivation.

However, Lin Feng was very clear about one thing: the difference in mindset would be significant.

I don't have the qualifications to attain enlightenment, but I have the courage to forge ahead.

The difference between them and cultivators from those reclusive sects lies precisely here.

Of course, Lin Feng firmly believed that he and they were on completely different paths.

Instead of rushing back to the city, he sat on the ground, carefully examining his internal condition, and tried to circulate his true energy to consolidate and integrate the new true energy that the broken sword had passed on to him.

In the distance, there was the sound of water rippling; Lin Feng knew it was the Mi River south of Fu Ning City.

I had thought of this idea before: if I couldn't beat Tsuruta Gen, I would jump into the water and play with the old man to see who was a better swimmer.

Before they even reached the riverbank, they were caught up with.

Soon, the night passed, and Lin Feng opened his eyes, looking at the faint morning light in the distance. It was quiet all around, with the chirping of insects rising and falling.

An unidentified bird flew overhead, and Lin Feng watched in astonishment as it swept past. He could clearly see the frequency of the bird's wings flapping, as if in slow motion.

Its wings fluttered and trembled in the wind, as if it were turning its head to glance at itself.

Lin Feng smiled.

Seeing that he had climbed to a higher level.

He stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and slowly walked towards the river.

While feeling the condition of my body.

The bones and tendons that were broken last night have healed, but my skin and flesh are still a little sore.

Her legs and feet were light, but her movements were slightly disorganized.

This is because the new level of intensity has not yet been mastered.

The Mi River came into view, its wide surface rippling with waves and steam rising from it.

Lin Feng came to the riverbank, scooped up a handful of water with both hands, and washed his face.

He was thrown into a pit last night, so his body, face, and head must be covered in dust.

He looked at his reflection in a small, calm puddle.

There were still some bruises on his face, but the bloodstains had been washed away.

Last night I got a really bad beating from that skinny old man, but I also managed to cut off his arm, leaving that arrogant old guy disabled.

The broken sword has always brought him surprises. For a high-level cultivator like Tsuruta Gen, his limbs are not something that ordinary weapons can injure.

In Lin Feng's mind, this broken sword became more and more magical and mysterious.

If the other half of the broken sword could be found and completely repaired, what an earth-shattering situation it would be.

Lin Feng was squatting by the river, deep in thought, when suddenly, a head emerged from the river not far away.

Lin Feng was startled; the waves surged without any warning.

The two men stared at each other, while the man in the water held the water crossbow horizontally on the surface and aimed it at Lin Feng.

Before Lin Feng could speak, the bowstring snapped, and a crossbow bolt instantly pierced Lin Feng's throat.

Lin Feng subconsciously reached out and grabbed the crossbow bolt in his hand. The black, metallic arrowhead was less than two inches from his throat.

"Water ghost?"

The person in the water was indeed a water ghost from the Zhenxi No. 2 warship. He was terrified when he saw the other party grab his crossbow bolt.

This is the first time I've ever seen someone catch a fast-moving crossbow bolt with their bare hands; they are no ordinary person.

Just as he was about to dive away, he vaguely recognized Lin Feng and immediately dove over. A moment later, he climbed onto the riverbank and knelt down in front of Lin Feng.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I thought they were pirates."

Lin Feng laughed: "Do I look like a pirate?"

The water ghost quickly replied, "Your Highness, there are often escaped pirates in the vicinity. Lord Cao has ordered us to patrol the area, and we will be rewarded with two taels of silver for each pirate we kill."

Lin Feng tossed the crossbow bolt back to him and waved his hand.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy, be careful."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for sparing my life."

Lin Feng remained silent and waved his hand again, signaling him to leave quickly.

The water ghost stared at Lin Feng's bruised face again with suspicion, then kowtowed, stood up, and plunged into the water.

Lin Feng smiled wryly and looked at his reflection in the puddle again.

Indeed, with his bruised and swollen face, disheveled hair, and filthy body, he looked just like a pirate fleeing for his life.

After tidying up briefly, Lin Feng turned and walked back.

But after taking only a few steps, the broken sword started to twitch again.

Lin Feng continued to smile bitterly. He was the focus of attention for the reclusive sects, and he didn't know when it would end. Perhaps he had taken the wrong path by resisting so radically.

He stopped and stood under a somewhat withered tree, observing his surroundings.

Soon, a middle-aged man came into view.

Lin Feng recognized the man; he was Yan Jin from the Zhengyi Sect of Tianshan, and also a cultivator who was very friendly to him.

Yan Jin strode towards Lin Feng with an excited expression and disbelief in his eyes.

"Kikawa, Kikawa, is that you...?"

Yan Jin thought highly of Lin Feng. He once gave Lin Feng a basic cultivation technique from Tianshan when he was with the Duan family, hoping that Lin Feng would consider entering the Zhengyi Sect to cultivate.

Lin Feng cupped his hands in greeting: "So it's Senior Brother Yan. How have you been?"

Yan Jin was indeed somewhat excited, because he knew that a high-level cultivator had come last night and chased Mu Chuan out of the city. Although he followed behind, he dared not get too close.

As a second-generation disciple of Yan Jin, he dared not interfere in this matter and could only worry about Mu Chuan in his heart.

Only after he sensed that Tsuruta Gen had left did he rush over to check on the situation, filled with regret.

To his utter surprise, Mu Chuan was still alive.

Yan Jin scrutinized Lin Feng for a long time. Although he saw Lin Feng's bruised and swollen face and his disheveled appearance, he was utterly shocked.

How could this young man possibly survive when he was facing a high-level cultivator from a reclusive sect?

It's obvious that the two of them had a physical altercation.

Once a high-level cultivator from a sect makes a move, Yan Jin naturally knows what the outcome will be.

I wouldn't dare say it's overwhelming, but destroying a low- to mid-level cultivator is just a matter of waving a hand.

But right now, the Mu Chuan he knew, a rogue cultivator whom he considered a genius, was still standing under the tree, alive and well.

After carefully examining the area and confirming that there was nothing unusual, he happily smiled.

"Kikawa, good heavens, what happened last night?"

Lin Feng smiled calmly: "Senior Brother Yan saw it too, it was just a fight."

"Hey, just a fight? Do you even know who you fought?"

"A withered old man."

Yan Jin grabbed Lin Feng's collar with her hand.

"Come, come, let's sit down. Tell me properly how this fight went."

Lin Feng knew Yan Jin meant well, so he could only go along with it. The two found a flat spot and sat down on the ground.

Looking at Yan Jin's expectant eyes, Lin Feng sighed.

"How else can we fight? It's just a bunch of punches and kicks going around in circles."

Lin Feng blushed slightly as he said this, realizing he had overstated himself.

Yan Jin stared intently into Lin Feng's eyes, not seeing a trace of falsehood, and was certain that he was telling the truth.

"Fists and kicks? Mu Chuan, their punches are real, but you can actually kick them?"