Transcending Heavens: My Cheat Code is Myself

At this moment, Chen Feng trailed far behind the carriage, following at a distance.

Of course he wouldn't save Thousand-Handed Rakshasa. What a joke! He's not a saint, and he has no interest in the Golden Silk Armor. Lin Xian'er has already been taken advantage of by him, so what use is the Golden Silk Armor?

Besides, Lin Xian'er is such a scumbag, does he really intend to marry her? Does he want to become the Pirate King too?

This woman's methods are too terrifying; he wouldn't dare. He'd rather let Ah Fei enjoy her slowly.

Chen Feng's greatest interest right now is to witness A Fei's swordsmanship and see the difference between his own swordsmanship and that of the flying swordsman.

He then followed the wheel tracks and turned into the fork in the road, where he saw the carriage stop in front of a stone mound.

Suddenly, two girls inside the carriage cried out in surprise.

Shi Yaoxian darted out of the carriage and struck each of the men outside with a palm strike, the force of which shattered their heart meridians.

"Pah!" Shi Yaoxian turned around and cursed at the carriage, "You damn Young Master Pan, you wanted me to be your lackey? Now that I have the Golden Silk Armor, I can kill the Plum Blossom Bandit myself, and all the beauties and millions in assets are mine!"

"Golden silk armor?"

A questioning voice suddenly came from the side. Shi Yaoxian turned around abruptly and realized that there were actually outsiders in this seemingly desolate stone mausoleum.

"Who is it? You coward, show yourself right now!"

Shi Yaoxian shouted sternly, and then saw a young man dressed in tattered clothes standing up next to the mausoleum.

The boy looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Despite wearing only a thin shirt in the midst of the swirling snow, he stood straight and said calmly to the furious Shi Yaoxian, "I have never been avoiding you."

Shi Yaoxian looked at the boy's clothes and figure and couldn't help but feel a little scared. But when he saw the sword on the boy's body, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously: "So he's just a mountain beggar who can't even afford a sword!"

Even the most down-on-his-luck martial artist wouldn't use two pieces of cork sandwiching a piece of iron as his sword.

Ah Fei didn't say anything, his expression remained calm. After all, why bother arguing with a dead man?

“I just killed Young Master Pan of Jin Yutang,” Shi Yaoxian suddenly said.

“I saw it,” Afei said calmly.

"If you see it, you'll die!"

"You want to kill me?" A-Fei asked.

"Poor little fellow, he's going to die here before he's even set foot in the martial world!"

Shi Yaoxian grinned menacingly, leaped forward, and pounced on A Fei. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; countless martial arts masters have died because of carelessness.

Shi Yaoxian wouldn't make such a basic mistake. Even if the other party was a mountain beggar who couldn't even afford a sword, he decided to go all out, kill him immediately, and then escape with the golden silk armor.

The next time we meet, he'll be a wealthy man who has married the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Die!"

Shi Yaoxian went all out and attacked A Fei.

Then Ah Fei made his move.

Just as Shi Yaoxian approached within three feet of him, the three-foot-long sword, which looked like a thin sheet of iron, suddenly appeared between A Fei and Shi Yaoxian. The hilt was in A Fei's hand, while the tip of the sword had already penetrated Shi Yaoxian's throat.

"Ho...ho..."

"Crack!"

Afei casually flicked his iron sword, shaking off the blood droplets, and then tucked it back into his waistband.

Shi Yaoxian looked on in disbelief, and finally let out a desperate, breathless sound, stretching his hands out as if trying to grab Afei.

But Ah Fei's sword had taken away his last bit of strength. He couldn't grab anything and could only fall helplessly backward, the falling snowflakes filling his last glimpse of vision.

"What a fast sword!"

Chen Feng had been hiding to the side the whole time. Even with his amazing eyesight, he was still taken aback. Such terrifying hand speed and such terrifying sword speed probably exceeded the limits of most people's eyesight.

No wonder you've been single for eighteen years! I, Chen Feng, acknowledge you.

"Who is it? You coward, show yourself!"

Chen Feng: . . . .

You're learning a bit too fast!

It's no wonder, though, since Afei had been surviving in the wilderness the whole way, which naturally gave him a beast-like keen intuition.

The next moment, Chen Feng jumped out in a very generous manner.

Hello! Have you eaten yet?

Afei didn't answer, but coldly asked, "You're here for the Golden Silk Armor too?"

"No, I came here for a woman named Thousand-Handed Rakshasa!" Chen Feng looked at the other party's aloof demeanor and instantly got into character, adopting the same attitude.

Actually, he came for Ah Fei, the fastest swordsman in the world. Who wouldn't be curious?

But he said he definitely couldn't say that, and besides, there were already ready-made excuses, so why not use them?

"Thousand-Armed Rakshasa?"

Afei frowned as he looked at the two martial arts masters who had died violently. Both were men, while the two women in the carriage did not know any martial arts at all and did not seem to deserve the title of Thousand-Handed Rakshasa.

"When I caught up with her, she was already dead, killed by these two men!"

"I was just curious, so I followed along to take a look," Chen Feng said with a haughty air.

"You see it now," Afei said calmly.

"I saw it," Chen Feng said coldly (with an air of superiority).

"Do you want the Golden Silk Armor?" Afei suddenly asked.

"Don't want to?" Chen Feng said coldly (with an air of superiority).

"Why?" Afei asked curiously. Everyone he met today wanted the Golden Silk Armor, and even two people who were originally close turned against each other because of it. He was really curious why Chen Feng didn't want it.

"I'm not like those poor bastards!" Chen Feng said with a cold and disdainful air.

"First, I am very rich. I am much, much, much, much richer than that rich young master in the carriage who looks very wealthy."

"Secondly, because of the first point, the million-dollar bounty is of no appeal to me, and I'm too lazy to kill the Plum Blossom Bandit."

"Third, and most importantly, the Golden Silk Armor has too much trouble, and I'm too lazy to get involved."

Chen Feng said calmly.

Actually, there is a fourth point, which is also the most important one: only after Afei obtains the Golden Silk Armor will he be touched by Lin Xian'er, and then he will be manipulated by her, experiencing ecstasy and agony.

How could Chen Feng, that rascal, ruin such an important plot? He absolutely wouldn't touch that golden armor. Life without fun is like a fish without a bicycle—it's just too miserable.

Hearing that Chen Feng was actually patiently explaining to him, A Fei nodded, his tone softening considerably: "This golden silk armor should belong to a friend of mine, so I..."

"So you'll have to keep it for him for a while."

Afei nodded: "What is the Plum Blossom Bandit? Why kill the Plum Blossom Bandit, and why must one wear golden silk armor to kill him?"

Ah Fei, like a curious child, kept asking questions.

Chen Feng was taken aback, and then he realized that A Fei seemed to have no idea what the Plum Blossom Thief was.

Then why did Ah Fei kill the Plum Blossom Thief the moment he reappeared?

Chen Feng's lips twitched as he wondered which powerful NPC's plot he had just stolen this time.