Chapter 391 - 79: The Price of Opportunity (2/2)

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Gliding through the void, as if a banished immortal had descended to the mortal realm. This was the appearance of a martial artist of the Middle Third Rank when they exhibited their Qinggong. They didn't need to care about the complex terrain or the obstruction of crowds, and their speed would undoubtedly be much faster. Despite the distance of more than two thousand miles from Xi Dingzhou City to Fufeng County City, Wang Anfeng had taken less than two hours to glimpse the two hundred-feet-tall towers rising into the sky in the distance. The overhanging eaves lifted up, beneath which golden bells dangled. Below the bells, red silk ribbons danced in the wind, layer upon layer, blazing like fierce flames. A majestic aura rushed to meet him. A trace of distraction flickered in Wang Anfeng's eyes. It had been nearly three years since his last visit to Fufeng County City. In the three years since their separation, he had grown far from his once immature appearance, yet Fufeng County City still stood tall and majestic, as if it had not changed in the slightest. A quiet sigh escaped his heart, and at this moment, the military generals atop Fufeng County City had already spotted his presence. A series of crisp clicking sounds. In an instant, powerful crossbows mounted on the city aimed fiercely to attack. With the Mo Family's mechanisms naturally locking the space surrounding Wang Anfeng, the Middle Third Rank Defending General placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist and gently pulled, unsheathing an inch of the blade. A sharp aura locked onto Wang Anfeng. It was not mixed with lethal intent, merely a warning. Wang Anfeng was momentarily stunned, then realized that the capital cities of Great Qin's seventy-two counties differed from other cities. Even martial arts experts of the Middle Third Rank were not allowed to directly enter from above. He had been slightly distracted and failed to notice that his speed had long surpassed what it had been, unintentionally entering the defensive perimeter of the county's Defending General. A hint of apology surfaced on his face, and he saluted the military general from afar with a clasped fist. As the inner strength within his body shifted, without any visible movement, his figure suddenly stopped. Without the slightest sign, the general on the city wall looked at him with a surprised expression, saying, "Excellent Qinggong!" Wang Anfeng drifted down like floating catkins, his body not exhibiting Qinggong, but merely using the vigorous wind he had collected along the way to dispel the force of his descent. His clothing fluttered as he seemed to have a touch of otherworldly grace. Just before he touched the ground, his body flickered slightly, disappearing from the eyes of the onlookers, leading to continuous low exclamations of surprise. About a dozen yards away, where the pedestrians who had slowed their pace were looking up for the person who had vanished, one more person silently appeared among them. Wang Anfeng's head was now adorned with a scholar's turban, his demeanor slightly more refined and scholarly than before. Different from the carefree swordsman who had been treading the air just moments ago, he drew no attention from the pedestrians around him, simply blending into the crowd and walking slowly forward. Next to him, a middle-aged man retracted his gaze, licked his lips, and saw Wang Anfeng but didn't mind, thinking he was just another passerby who had caught up from behind, chuckling, "Kid, you're really lucky." "To come just in time to see a martial arts expert of the Middle Third Rank, your fortune is really good. It's not often you see high-flyers like that." Wang Anfeng adjusted the turban on his head that he had prepared in advance, nodded, and replied with a gentle smile, "Indeed…" "I'm quite lucky." Above the city walls, next to the military general stood a man in his thirties wearing a long gown, dressed as a Scholar. He sighed after watching the general sheathe his sword and said, "General, can't you stop praising those people from Jianghu every time you're on alert?" "Even if you praise those Jianghu people to the skies, the Military Department isn't going to allocate you any new weapons or mechanisms." He felt a headache coming on. Why did he assist such a general? Like rough butcher's meat, every now and then, the general would make a fuss to the Military Department about the Jianghu people's excellent martial arts and the inferior equipment of the city guards. The Defending General raised a hand to stroke his chin, his gaze settling on the crowd, recalling the abrupt and traceless halt from before, as well as the blinding speed of the body movement technique upon descending. The corner of his mouth curled slightly. "No…" "This time, the Qinggong was truly excellent." ............... Xi Dingzhou City. "What?! What did you just say, kid?!" "The Young Master has already left...?!" Li San's eyes bulged as he stared at Yu Jianmu in front of him, who looked like a towering bear. The latter offered a wry smile and clasped his hands together, saying, "He left Xi Ding just today…" Li San gritted his teeth, unwilling to accept this, "That's impossible, we didn't encounter the Young Master on the way…" A look of reverence appeared on Yu Jianmu's face, saying, "Because the Young Master didn't leave on horseback." "Not on horseback? Could it be that he flew away...?!" Li San's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widening as he stared at Yu Jianmu, who nodded. Feeling as if he had fallen from the clouds, he found himself at a loss for words. Amazement appeared on Chuan Lian's face behind him, and he turned to Meng Yuexue beside him and said, "After more than two years of not seeing Wang, has he really become so powerful?" "Impressive, indeed!" He had mostly been in a coma during this time, without a real sense of all that had occurred over the years. The lingering torment of his dormant state, along with the return of his energy, gradually faded from his memory. Now, Chuan Lian felt nothing more than having slept a very long sleep, awakening to find that the world had completely changed. 'A few days ago,' when he met Wang Anfeng, he had been but an Eighth Rank martial artist. Yet upon his next encounter, Wang Anfeng had become a high-flying expert from Jianghu. How could it not astonish him? Li San turned around and gave Chuan Lian, who had a look of admiration, a glance. Thinking of this naïve young man with his unfathomably powerful Qi, his palm started tingling, his mouth twitching, and he glared fiercely at Chuan Lian. God damn it. You're the last person who should be saying that! Caught off guard by the glare, Chuan Lian scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. Li San turned back and faced Yu Jianmu, frowning, and said, "Alright then, what about Gongsun?" "Is that old geezer still around? Where did he go? I brought people back for him, Let him come out and host properly," Yu Jianmu treated himself as if he were deaf, pretending he didn't hear the man's address of the Gang Leader and replied: "Gang Leader? The Gang Leader just left, He should be back soon," "Brother Li San, and everyone, please go inside and rest for a bit..." "The fragrant tea is already prepared..." Meanwhile, at the Fei Family ancestral home. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire Following what Wang Anfeng had said the day before, after sending him off, Gongsun Jing arrived at the residence, planning to visit and familiarize himself with the people there. He was carrying some liquor and meat in one hand, and his weapon was on his back. He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door. "Come in," A voice, old yet strong, rang out. Gongsun Jing didn't think too much and pushed the door open to enter. Right as he stepped in, he was met with an extremely fierce gleam, akin to a meteor breaking through the sky, accompanied by overwhelming murderous intent, which caused the hair on the back of Gongsun Jing's neck to stand on end. He almost instinctively leaped back out. In that instant, the gleam, as if it had anticipated this, suddenly accelerated, brushing past Gongsun Jing and then retracting like lightning. It was a spear. Entirely silver in color, it wasn't the black spear he had used to fight Wang Anfeng a few days before, but the spear tip was sharp, evidently not an ordinary object. Gongsun Jing's eyes narrowed slightly as he raised his right hand, wiping across his cheek. A smear of red spread across the back of his hand, His expression involuntarily turned frosty. Fei Poyue casually held the spear, his facial features square and stern, showing none of the discomposure from the previous night. His light gray eyes fell on the young man opposite him. To him, the thirty-something-year-old Gongsun Jing was truly just a young man. His eyesight wasn't good, but he could feel the unspent military aura emanating from the other, like a wild beast. Considering the rumors swirling around Jianghu these past two days, how could he not know that the man who had come to visit uninvited was the Gang Leader of the Giant Whale Gang? The man, according to the deal, was to protect the Fei Family lineage for the next thirty years—the strongest martial artist, at least on the surface. As the one who had made the deal with the young man and the eldest of the Fei Family, it was natural for him to test the Gang Leader's mettle. This was a custom of Jianghu, and no one could object. It was also one of the reasons he stayed in Xi Dingzhou City. Fei Poyue's hand clenched around the spear, his fingers subtly throbbing. Yes, this was his reason to act. But beneath this honorable and justified reason, another thought rose in his heart—reckless and brash, yet so authentic. The Cloud Swallowing Spear wielder. Because this man used a spear too. Even those from military families who operated in Jianghu mostly used sabers, and he hadn't seen anyone forging such a great reputation with a spear for a very long time. One against a hundred, slaying those of the same rank in battle formations. This was the unique dominance of a spear wielder. In his heart as calm as a lake, tinged with a trace of solitude, curiosity inevitably arose. Searᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Gongsun Jing regarded the elderly man holding the spear across from him and slowly let out a turbid breath, suppressing the rising anger within him—this was the person the Young Master had instructed him to visit, and he couldn't breach etiquette. Just then, Fei Poyue detected the change in Gongsun's temperament. Lifting the spear in his hand, he said indifferently: "Come, let me witness the spear technique of the so-called fierce military general." "The thing you rely on for your reputation can't just be this mediocre, can it?" Gongsun Jing's body paused momentarily. It was as if he'd become a mechanical puppet of the Mo Family at that instant, his facial expression unchanging. But in Fei Poyue's 'eyes,' it was like a flame gathering strength. Suddenly, his right hand shook, and the two short spears on his back dropped heavily onto the ground, the black cloth wrapping them slid off, revealing their razor-sharp gleam. He looked up at Fei Poyue. Slowly, flames began to ignite in his eyes. Divine Martial, must not be insulted. ............... As night fell. Giant Whale Gang headquarters. "Hiss... Li San, rub it gently..." "Hiss..." Gongsun Jing sat on the bed, his face bruised and swollen, hardly maintaining his original majestic and imposing presence. Li San was in front of him, unceremoniously applying the golden sore medicine, his coarse hands often being overzealous, making Gongsun Jing grit his teeth in pain and gasp for air, his anger erupting. "Can't you be a bit gentler, dammit?!" Gongsun Jing was annoyed, but Li San laughed heartily, as if his frustrations from the past few days had vanished entirely. He raised his hand again and 'gently' wiped down Gongsun Jing's face, causing the latter's expression to contort. Li San chuckled and said: "You're not so tough, Gongsun." "None of the ones who come out of Divine Martial Mansion are this weak." Gongsun Jing snatched the towel from Li San's hands and pressed it against his face, thinking of that dragon-like spear technique twisting and turning that day, considering its profound intricacies that had lit up his eyes, but then he accidentally touched the wounds on his face, causing a twitch at the corner of his mouth, he grumbled in hatred: "One day, I'll hit back... Stupid old man!" PS; The second update of today is served... Thank you to 長風萬里遙 for the donation of twenty thousand, I'm very grateful.

Chapter 391 - 79: The Price of Opportunity (2/2)

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