Frontier Army Warrior

Lin Feng's consciousness locked onto a building that was taller than the surrounding buildings. His body traced an arc in the night sky and landed lightly on the roof.

This is a two-courtyard house. The people inside are fast asleep, their breathing even.

Finding the gold and silver treasures in the house was far too easy for Lin Feng.

With just a quick glance, one can discern where gold and silver items are placed.

The owner of the house placed a sandalwood box at the very back of the bed.

The box contained several silver ingots, which looked to weigh about seventy or eighty taels.

Lin Feng smiled and muttered to himself.

"I won't take much, ten or eight taels will be enough. I'll pay you back when I have the chance."

Just as he was about to climb into the house, he suddenly looked up and gazed into the distance.

Under the dim moonlight, a figure leaped into the air from outside the city, stepping on the rooftops, and quickly ran in his direction.

Lin Feng turned his head to look behind him, and a figure appeared in the distance, moving slowly as if riding the wind.

"Sigh, we haven't even gotten the money yet, and they've already come knocking on our door."

He wasn't nervous. He had already been dealing with these old guys for a long time and was prepared. He no longer regarded them as high and mighty deities.

Gao Zhengqing stood about thirty or fifty feet away from Lin Feng, firmly on a roof ridge, his face cold and stern as he looked Lin Feng up and down.

Mu Qianyang, standing behind him, stopped almost simultaneously and landed on a roof ridge, remaining silent.

There was a moment of silence between the two sides.

"Lin Feng, you've kept me waiting for a long time. Seeing you come out of Taihang alive, I know you're no ordinary person."

Before Lin Feng could respond, he heard Mu Qianyang behind him say through gritted teeth.

"Lin Feng, as a cultivator, you are ruthless and have killed several of my disciples. You have fallen into the demonic path. Surrender obediently, and you may still have a sliver of hope."

Lin Feng shook his head: "You are a disgrace to your prestigious sects, resorting to such despicable means. First you robbed my treasures, then you kidnapped my family. Shouldn't you be the ones who have fallen into the demonic path?"

Gao Zhengqing sneered: "Lin Feng, you saw it too. It was the Sword Form Sect that kidnapped your family and robbed your treasures, but you killed my Zhengyi Sect disciple. You chose the wrong opponent and wrongfully killed an innocent person."

Lin Feng was surprised: "Don't give me that. The Sword Form Sect leader said that you stole my treasure and tried to take my life. Would the leader of such a prestigious sect lie?"

Mu Qianyang chuckled and said, "Kid, stop talking nonsense. Let's see where you can run this time. There are no rivers or lakes within hundreds of miles for you to hide in."

Lin Feng said fiercely, "If you push me too far, I'll kill myself, so you won't get the method to use the treasure and will have wasted your time."

Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang exchanged a glance, their faces expressionless, but they were inwardly astonished.

How did Lin Feng find out about this?

I wonder what happened to Ji Fengxing?

Gao Zhengqing remained unmoved: "Hmph, it's just a broken sword. With my nearly 100 years of cultivation, how could I not understand its intricacies? You're overthinking it."

Mu Qianyang sneered, "Boy, if you want to die, then go ahead and die. I'll collect your corpse for you."

Seeing that the two were only talking and not in a hurry to make a move, Lin Feng knew that they wanted to further probe his intentions.

"To tell you the truth, without my incantation, this broken sword would be a very ominous object in anyone's hands. You must be careful of its backlash."

Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang were both surprised and doubtful upon hearing this. Judging from Lin Feng's expression, it didn't seem like he was lying. Could it really be true?

Of course, Lin Feng's words were half true and half false, precisely to keep them guessing.

"How about this, let me get some money for my sister first, and then we can talk about it in detail?"

Lin Feng remained calm, showing no sign of panic in the face of the two sect leaders.

This is also what puzzled the two sect leaders.

Lin Feng appeared unusually calm in the face of life and death, as if he had some powerful reliance on him.

Gao Zhengqing nodded: "I can give you the money you need, as long as you cooperate with us honestly, I can guarantee that your family will enjoy wealth and honor for three generations."

Lin Feng looked at him in surprise: "So, cultivators can intervene in the lives of ordinary people?"

Gao Zhengqing stroked his beard and smiled, "If you can bring happiness and joy to others, then you can naturally intervene at will."

Lin Feng asked with a puzzled look, "If I have a friend in the secular world who is bullied, and I help him get revenge, and he is happy, is that not against the rules?"

Mu Qianyang rebuked, "You're just making excuses. You've also caused pain to others, so naturally you're breaking the rules."

"Alright, I just want her to be happy. Master Gao, then give me some silver. My sister will be very happy."

Lin Fengchong extended a hand to Gao Zhengqing and said.

Gao Zhengqing reached into his pocket and took out three gold leaves.

"I have no silver, only a few gold leaves with me. Is that enough?"

As he spoke, without waiting for Lin Feng's reply, he casually tossed the gold leaf away.

The three golden leaves, as if supported by a hand, slowly flew towards Lin Feng.

When the golden leaf flew to the top of Lin Feng's palm, it suddenly lost its support and fell into Lin Feng's palm.

Lin Feng sighed inwardly, marveling at how this old fellow's skills were so refined and masterful.

Composing himself, Lin Feng turned and headed towards the inn.

He placed the gold leaf next to Lin Shou's pillow, tucked the blanket around Lin Shou, then jumped out of the window and followed the two sect leaders out of the county town and into the wilderness.

The three stood in a triangle, about ten feet apart.

Gao Zhengqing then slowly spoke.

"Lin Feng, if you tell me how to use the broken sword, I will decide that as long as you do not violate the sect's rules again, the previous matter can be wiped clean."

Since they were both high-level cultivators, the other party's consciousness scan could not penetrate the true qi layer to specifically investigate Lin Feng's body and the items he carried.

Although the broken sword was always carried on his person, it was wrapped up and tucked into his lower back.

Neither Gao Zhengqing nor the other person knew what he had brought.

It was when Yan Su and the other two returned and reported back with such conviction that they formed a preconceived notion that the broken sword had been taken by one of the elders from the three sects.

Therefore, neither of the two sect leaders suspected or paid attention to Lin Feng's personal belongings.

Of course, it's a bit of a stretch to say that Lin Feng is a high-level cultivator, but the true energy in his body, in terms of both thickness and purity, can barely reach the level of a high-level cultivator.

However, the huge gap between him and the two sect leaders lies in their understanding and application of the techniques.

Lin Feng shook his head: "Sect Leader Gao, my path is different from yours. I am not a true cultivator, but I unintentionally entered a cultivation sect without formally joining. Therefore, your so-called sect rules are useless to me."

Mu Qianyang was about to reprimand him when Gao Zhengqing raised his hand to stop him.

"Alright, even so, just tell me how to use the broken sword, and I will no longer restrain you."

Gao Zhengqing was eager to break free from his shackles and reach a higher level through his understanding of the broken sword; as for the rest, he left that to those who came after him.

Once he reaches a higher level, how could he possibly care about these trivial matters?

Mu Qianyang shut his mouth, admiring Gao Zhengqing's wisdom from the bottom of his heart.