Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1056 Disturbed Mind

Before long, Rong Rong flew to his master's side and silently stayed by his side.

"Master, shall we go back to the ship?"

After a while, Rong Rong asked with some concern.

"Hmm, I'm a little tired. It would be good for me to go back and rest."

Ye Haishan's voice revealed a sense of dejection.

In this world, good seedlings for cultivation are hard to find, and geniuses are even rarer. Ye Haishan, who is over eighty years old, has spent his whole life cultivating in the mountains. He just came out of the mountains for a trip and encountered such a person.

Was fate playing a cruel joke on me?

Rong Rong knew her master's intentions and comforted him with a wry smile.

"Master, we have done our best. We cannot defy fate."

Ye Haishan naturally understood the principle. With a wave of his sleeve, his body, like a giant bird, floated in the wind and instantly merged into the night sky.

Rong Rong quickly followed behind, using his feet to propel himself forward.

Lin Feng had already left Fu'an Prefecture, washed away the bloodstains in the Yongding River, and changed into a set of clothes he had taken.

Feeling relaxed, I sat on the riverbank, watching the surging river under the night sky.

What’s the next step?

Tsuruta Cho is Tsuruta Gen's daughter, and she herself has become Tsuruta Gen and the Munenryu-shu-men's number one pursuer.

Judging from tonight's events, my methods are clearly far inferior to those of the high-ranking cultivators of the hidden sects.

They had no power to fight back and could only take a beating.

Without the protection of the broken sword, Lin Feng would have been dead long ago.

The broken sword absorbs the life force of disciples from hidden sects, and after circulating through its system, it feeds back into Lin Feng, making him grow stronger and more powerful many times faster than a cultivator.

In Lin Feng's understanding, he felt that he had entered the demonic path. Instead of cultivating through the normal Yuquan Temple mental techniques and refining his skills over time, he relied on the broken sword, a very dangerous object, and unintentionally chose to become one with the broken sword in the face of life and death, to fight enemies together.

Fortunately, the broken sword is currently in a state of disarray, lacking its own subjective will and only influencing Lin Feng's thinking through its remaining consciousness.

Lin Feng, however, possessed immense strength in his soul, which allowed him to barely suppress the Broken Sword's habitual thinking, achieving a temporary balance between the two.

The question is whether, if things continue like this, once the broken sword has recovered to a certain extent, it will cause Lin Feng to completely lose himself.

This is an unknown, and even if we rack our brains, we won't have a definite answer.

Lin Feng composed himself, exhaled a breath of stale air, and felt extremely hungry. After a night of killing, and with dawn breaking, he knew he needed to get something to eat.

The river flows swiftly, teeming with countless fish. For Lin Feng now, catching fish in the water is as easy as taking candy from a baby.

After leaving Ye Haishan, Tsuruta Gen wandered around the city before returning to the granary in Fu'an Prefecture.

He needed to confirm Lin Feng's death and also to leave with his daughter, Tsuruta Cho.

With himself by his daughter's side, Ye Haishan was unable to harm her.

Tsuruta Gen was judging Ye Haishan's behavior based on his own character.

Although on the surface Ye Haishan appears upright and dignified, with an air of otherworldly grace, there is no doubt that a righteous heart leads to a righteous body.

But who knows what they're thinking?

Tsuruta Gen quickly returned to his original spot, but the place was already deserted.

Without his order, no soldier or officer dared to enter the area; it was deserted and devoid of human presence.

When Tsuruta Gen arrived at the spot where Lin Feng had been lying, he found no trace of the place. The hardened ground was now stained with blood that had turned black.

These bloodstains were likely left by Lin Feng when he killed the pirate soldiers, and it is impossible to determine whose they belonged to.

But the person is gone, and the daughter is also missing.

Tsuruta Gen spread his consciousness and scanned the limited area. Apart from the sentry post left by Tsuruta Oka, there was nothing else.

Just then, his apprentice came running from a distance.

"Master, how is it?"

Seeing that his apprentice had just returned, he probably didn't know anything.

"Go find Tsuruta Cho and bring him over. Don't stray too far from me."

The disciple also knew that things were serious. They had fought with the chief elder of Kunyu Mountain, a major sect in the Central Plains, and he probably wouldn't dare to stay alone for too long.

After dismissing his apprentice, Tsuruta Gen pondered for a moment and then turned and headed out of the city. He figured that if Lin Feng were to leave alive, he would naturally go looking for Ye Haishan.

If this is true, then his daughter, Tsuruta Cho, is in danger.

Tsuruta Gen felt that tonight's events were very strange. He, a top disciple of a reclusive sect, had been led astray by an unknown young man.

As he thought about it, he leaped over the city wall and ran towards the dock.

I have to check Ye Haishan's small boat. If Lin Feng isn't there, it means my daughter has already taken care of things. If Lin Feng is on Ye Haishan's boat, then something has happened to my daughter.

Tsuruta Gen was in a state of complex emotions. He had never been in such a chaotic situation before, leaving even the usually composed top expert of the sect feeling bewildered and helpless.

Ye Haishan returned to the ship with his disciple Rong Rong. The two were speechless. They had come here with Lin Feng out of boredom, intending to travel the world, find a breakthrough in their cultivation, and also enjoy some delicious food and see some interesting things in the secular world.

For some reason, on a whim, he offered Lin Feng a helping hand, thus getting caught up in the sect conflict.

The current situation is that Lin Feng has disappeared, and it is unknown whether he is dead or alive.

They offended the Wunianliu Sect. Although Ye Haishan was not afraid of this small sect located on the edge of the coast, he had still gotten himself into trouble and had not yet achieved the ending he wanted.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Ye Haishan, who was over eighty years old, had spent most of his life in the sect and cultivated a calm and tranquil mind.

Yet, such a trivial matter disturbed my peace of mind, making it impossible for me to meditate.

Rong Rong noticed that her master was upset and quickly comforted him.

"Master, don't worry. If Mu Chuan is still alive, he will definitely come here to see us. We stood up for him, how could he forget our kindness?"

Ye Haishan nodded, a look of confusion appearing in his eyes for the first time.

"Which martial arts technique does this Mu Chuan practice?"

Rong Rong shook his head: "His aura seems a bit chaotic. Unless we touch his body and examine his internal organs, it will be difficult to determine his lineage."

"Sigh, despite my years of experience as a master, I couldn't discern his lineage. This Mu Chuan is very mysterious; is he a genius or...?"

He didn't continue, because deep down he didn't want to think the worst.

After all, he had saved Mu Chuan's life. If Mu Chuan survived, Ye Haishan would have saved Mu Chuan's life, and would definitely be considered one of his own.

Rong Rong gave a bitter smile: "Master, we are both being held back. There is also a girl at the scene. Judging from her behavior, she is not simple. Mu Chuan is likely to be in grave danger."

"Let's see how Mu Chuan's luck is. Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem like someone who will die young. Let's wait here for a day."

Ye Haishan set the tone, and Rong Rong said no more. The two sat cross-legged on the boat, closing their eyes and meditating.

Lin Feng caught a large fish in the river with his bare hands. He held it in his hand and felt that it weighed about five or six pounds.

He had already swum from the south bank of the river to the north bank.