Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1093 Extremely Troublesome

Yan Jin stood outside the gate of Duan's Bank, looking up at the tall and magnificent building. Compared to other storefronts in the city, this one was much more impressive.

However, in Yan Jin's mind, it was undoubtedly something to be dismissed with disdain.

The crowds coming and going before him were like ants; if he wanted, he could crush a whole bunch of them with a wave of his hand.

Duan Jingqiu is the owner here. With Lu Fang's permission, Yan Jin cannot force his way in, let alone kill anyone in public.

We've only identified the location for now; we'll have to wait until nightfall, when no one's around, to cause an accident for Duan Jingqiu.

Yan Jin stood there for a while, his mind scanning the entire Duan family mansion, its structure and the distribution of people were all clear to him.

Then, turn around and leave.

However, what he didn't know was that Lin Feng, who was hiding in the Duan family mansion, felt the broken sword wrapped in his clothes start to throb rapidly.

Although he placed the broken sword at the foot of the bed, it was connected to his consciousness. The warning from the broken sword quickly made Lin Feng realize that another cultivator was approaching this place.

Lin Feng frowned. How could they have arrived so quickly?

Was it Kuroda who sent the message that brought Tsuruta Gen to the scene?

Judging from the frequency of the broken sword's movements, it wasn't a cultivator at that level, but rather someone similar to Kuroda Shi.

Perhaps they are disciples of the Munenryu school; Kuroda Shi's fellow disciples have come looking for them.

Lin Feng decided that as long as he didn't expose his whereabouts, he would ignore whoever came, as long as Duan Jingqiu's safety was guaranteed.

In other words, no matter if you come to kill or set fires, as long as it doesn't endanger Duan Jingqiu's life, he won't come out.

The broken sword cannot be used recklessly, and I have almost no means to deal with cultivators, so avoidance is the best policy.

Immediately, Lin Feng closed his eyes again and began to circulate his internal energy, undertaking the arduous process of purifying his internal energy.

Indeed, the Yuquan Temple mental cultivation method that Lin Feng learned was very basic, the operation of the technique was simple, and the effect was not obvious.

Faced with the vast amount of true qi in the dantian meridians, one feels a sense of helplessness, like gazing at the ocean and sighing in despair.

In fact, this is also because Lin Feng is not a cultivator. He has no experience in closed-door cultivation and does not know that once a cultivator goes into closed-door cultivation, it will take many years and months, rather than a simple operation that can show results in a few days.

Despite Lin Feng's exceptional talent and powerful soul, he was unable to reach a higher level in a short period of time.

Just as Lin Feng was racking his brains about how to make rapid progress, another tremor came from the broken sword, indicating to Lin Feng that a cultivator had entered the circle.

Lin Feng sighed and opened his eyes.

It was already past midnight.

It's true what they say, "The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease." The Duan family is the center of trouble; Duan Jingqiu's father will not be at ease until he dies.

However, Lin Feng couldn't simply eliminate Master Duan.

Since the Duan family no longer has Second Master Duan, Duan Jingqiu will not be in charge. She has an older brother and a younger brother, so it's not her place to be in charge.

But Lin Feng was eyeing the Duan family's property and business. If he could get his hands on them, the increase in military strength of the Zhenxi Army would be immeasurable.

With no other option, Lin Feng got up from the bed, wrapped the broken sword up, slung it over his shoulder, and quietly climbed out the window.

He was in an abandoned courtyard, covered in dust and broken furniture. No one had lived there for a long time, and no one would care about it.

Yan Jin waited until midnight, when people were sound asleep, before flying to the Duan family's residence and, based on his observations, standing directly on the roof of Duan Jingqiu's office.

Duan Jingqiu remained diligent, and no amount of trivial matters could dampen her enthusiasm for managing the business. Even though it was late, she was still bent over her desk calculating various numbers.

The maids and servants in the outer room, as usual, were huddled in a corner, dozing off.

They have been doing this for years and have developed a skill: although they can fall asleep, they can quickly get up, rouse themselves, and go into the room to serve as soon as their master calls them.

In the stillness of the night, Duan Jingqiu was busy at his desk when he suddenly felt the lamp on his desk dim.

When I looked up, the lights were on again, but there was another figure in front of the desk.

Looking up from his seated position, he was a middle-aged man with a cold expression, a sharp, angular face, and bright eyes that revealed a murderous intent.

Duan Jingqiu trembled and covered his mouth with his hand, afraid to make a sound.

Because Duan Jingqiu was also a descendant of the Duan family, Yan Jin did not kill him without saying anything, as he did with the others.

It was the ancestors of the Duan family who bestowed favors upon him, so I must say a few words.

"Duan Jingqiu, right?"

Duan Jingqiu nodded: "Who... are you?"

Yan Jin calmly said, "Tianshan Yan Jin is a token given to you by the Duan family, demanding that you, Duan Jingqiu, disappear from this world. I, Yan Jin, have received favors from the Duan family, so I'd like to say a few more words here so that you can explain the whole story when you meet your ancestors."

Duan Jingqiu was a woman who had seen a lot. Unlike ordinary young women, she was bold, calm, and composed in the face of danger.

“Mr. Yan Jin, I, Duan Jingqiu, am indeed a descendant of the Duan family. Since the Duan family has been kind to you, how can you kill a descendant of the Duan family without authorization?”

Yan Jin remained unmoved: "I only care about the token, not the person. Go well."

Having said that, he stopped listening to Duan Jingqiu's rambling and stretched out one hand.

He wasn't fast, but Duan Jingqiu couldn't dodge at all, watching helplessly as the hand was about to grab his neck.

Helplessness, despair, and dejection caused her to shed large tears.

She felt extremely wronged. The person in front of her had only done so at her father's request. They were all family, so why was it still a fight to the death?

Duan Jingqiu tried to shout, but no sound came out. He closed his eyes in despair and awaited death.

To his surprise, after waiting for a while, he did not feel the hand grab his neck, so he opened his eyes in confusion.

Through teary eyes, Yan Jin, standing in front of the desk, was looking up at what was behind him, and his hand was still an inch away from his neck.

Duan Jingqiu turned his head and saw Lin Feng sitting on the windowsill, looking at Yan Jin with a blank expression.

Yan Jin wasn't incapable of killing Duan Jingqiu; it was just that the Duan family stipulated that no one else should know about it.

However, Yan Jin found that Lin Feng's appearance was too strange; he didn't even notice him until the man sat on the windowsill.

There were no prior warnings.

This is extremely strange. With his abilities in the mortal world, it's impossible for him to let an ordinary martial artist get within thirty feet.

That's less than three zhang (approximately 10 meters)!

Cultivator?

However, he did not sense the circulation of true energy; his body and aura were those of an ordinary person.

Yan Jin didn't say anything, but when Duan Jingqiu saw Lin Feng, she couldn't hold back anymore and started sobbing. Her originally beautiful face was covered with snot and tears.

"Mu...Chuan...if you don't come soon, I...might get...killed..."

Lin Feng was conflicted. He saw a middle-aged man standing in front of the desk with an upright expression. Judging from his demeanor and attire, he was definitely not a pirate.

This is another cultivator from some hidden sect. If he were to fight me, I would probably make another powerful enemy.

They're trying to avoid it, yet they've actively provoked it.

Ugh, this is so troublesome.