Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1017 Don't Get Splattered with Blood

Upon seeing blood, Lin Feng became even more excited, his blood boiling, which was the exact opposite of his efforts to keep his mind calm.

With a cultivator by his side, Lin Feng had already dismissed the four burly men in front of him. Combining his physical senses with his mental awareness, he gradually expanded the search area.

The flames on the fire began to wane, and the dried meat skewered on the wooden rack emitted a burnt, bitter smell.

Lin Feng remained motionless, and Yan Xiaoyi and the other three dared not move either. Sweat was already dripping from their faces, fearing that the slightest carelessness might cause Lin Feng to misunderstand, for the tree branch in his hand was the iron chain that could take a life.

Yan Xiaowu was always Yan Xiaoyi's henchman and the de facto third-in-command of the Yan Clan's Seven Heroes organization.

With the eldest brother absent, Yan Xiaoyi was in charge, and Yan Xiaowu always stood firmly by Yan Xiaoyi's side.

He was quick-witted and could figure out Yan Xiaoyi's thoughts.

Of course, this is not limited to Yan Xiaoyi.

"Master Shu, there might be a misunderstanding between us. We just want to... explain... explain to you."

Faced with this situation, Yan Xiaowu mustered his courage and spoke up, his attitude completely reversed. He was only thinking about how the four surviving people could escape now that the two sides had turned against each other.

Lin Feng waved his hand, signaling him not to speak.

Then he turned to face another direction and quietly looked at the darkness ahead.

He sensed that the cultivator from that secluded sect was in this direction, less than ten feet away from him.

Lin Feng gently gripped the hilt of the broken sword with his left hand, and his mind and body were instantly drawn into an endless and vast space, feeling the excitement of the broken sword, a bloodthirsty impulse.

Moreover, the excitement surrounding the broken sword this time was different from before; it was a more active and urgent feeling.

Lin Feng was puzzled. Could it be that the broken sword had encountered an enemy?

The four men standing around Lin Feng were extremely embarrassed. The few breaths felt like years. They wanted to retreat but dared not move. They remained where they were, constantly feeling the immense pressure from Lin Feng.

Seeing two highly skilled guards killed without even blinking, the remaining guards stood there, stiff and motionless.

Just when they were about to collapse, a voice rang out from the darkness not far away.

"As expected, he is a disciple of a major sect. He tried to conceal it, but he was discovered."

Following the sound, a tall, middle-aged man slowly emerged from the shadows.

Upon seeing this, Yan Xiaoyi and the others immediately relaxed, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Lin Feng could clearly hear them breathing heavily.

"Boss."

"Boss."

"..."

Several people shouted in succession.

The middle-aged man approached Lin Feng from a distance of three or five steps, cupped his hands, and smiled.

"I am Yan Xiaojia from the Taihang Sword Formation Sect. Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, you must be Senior Brother Shu Fengting from Kunyu Mountain?"

Lin Feng also cupped his hands and said, "So it's Senior Brother Yan. I've heard so much about you."

Yan Xiaojia then glanced at Yan Xiaoyi and the others.

Are you guys courting death?

Yan Xiaoyi bowed deeply and said, "Brother, we were blind and misunderstood Mr. Shu."

Yan Xiaojia waved his hand: "If there's nothing else, step back. Don't embarrass the seven heroes of the Yan family."

The four men, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly bowed and retreated.

After Yan Xiaojia and the others had walked away, he turned to Lin Feng and said.

"Senior Brother Shu, we've been searching everywhere for you in Kunyu Mountain, but I never expected to find you hiding here, even joking around with some of my little brothers, hehe..."

Lin Feng replied calmly, "Who knew that Senior Brother Yan had a group of brothers down the mountain, which caused some misunderstandings."

Yan Xiaojia glanced at Lin Feng.

He had never met Shu Fengting, but had only heard of him.

Disciples of reclusive sects rarely interact with each other, cherishing their time and focusing on cultivation in the mountains.

Unless they are disciples in charge of external affairs within a sect, other disciples who focus solely on cultivation rarely have the opportunity to descend the mountain in their lifetime.

They only knew of each other's existence through their respective sects' communication channels.

Despite his middle-aged appearance, Yan Xiaojia is actually over sixty years old and a second-generation disciple of the sect.

He was in charge of external affairs at the Taihang Jianxingmen.

Seeing Lin Feng today, he appears to be only in his early twenties, at most thirty, a far cry from the age of Shu Fengting in the intelligence report.

Doubts arose in my mind.

"Senior Brother Shu, I wonder if you have met with Uncle Shu?"

Yan Xiaojia deliberately spoke vaguely, testing Lin Feng's identity.

Lin Feng really didn't know who "Uncle Shu" was referring to, so he could only give a vague answer.

"No, I just want to experience life in the secular world."

"Oh? Senior Brother Shu, have you reached a bottleneck?"

Disciples of reclusive sects all know that once cultivation reaches a bottleneck, it is difficult to break through by simply staying in seclusion. Only by relaxing the mind and body and living in the secular world may one day have the opportunity to gain enlightenment.

Lin Feng gripped the sword hilt with his left hand, feeling the joy of the broken sword, but also feeling puzzled.

Is there anything special about this person in front of me?

What could possibly excite Broken Sword so much?

Suppress the urge to break the sword.

Of course, there's also the boiling of one's own qi and blood.

"Hehe, I've been feeling very depressed and restless these days, so I thought I'd like to go out and wander around by myself."

Yan Xiaojia looked on with envy.

"Senior Brother Shu is indeed favored in the sect. He can enter the world to cultivate at will and doesn't have to worry about other people's opinions."

"Is it really that difficult for Senior Brother Yan to enter the mortal world?"

"Alas, the path of cultivation is hopeless. I, Yan, am in charge of external affairs in the sect, but I am still not on the same level as Senior Brother Shu."

Because Taihang and Kunyu Mountains are considered friendly sects, Yan Xiaojia did not deliberately conceal his identity.

As the two talked, Lin Feng had already rekindled the fire, replaced the dried meat on the wooden rack, and started turning it over to roast.

Yan Xiaojia sat across the fire, watching Lin Feng leisurely turn over the dried meat on the wooden rack, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After a while.

"Senior Brother Shu, you've gotten yourself into trouble this time, why are you still so calm?"

Lin Feng looked up in surprise.

What trouble have I gotten myself into?

Seeing that his expression didn't seem feigned, Yan Xiaojia could only sigh.

"Sigh, as expected of a disciple of a major sect, yet he doesn't take the disciples of minor sects seriously. I admire him."

Lin Feng's heart stirred, and he tentatively asked.

"Senior Brother Yan, are you referring to those guys who died at my hands?"

Yan Xiaojia smiled: "The news has already spread among the sects. Wuli Xinmen will definitely not let you off the hook. Senior Brother Shu must have already made preparations."

Lin Feng didn't speak, but turned over the dried meat on the wooden rack.

He had no preparations whatsoever; he just planned whoever would do what.

In this world, if you offend a disciple of a hidden sect, you can't escape their pursuit no matter where you run.

"Senior Brother Yan, are you here to help me?"

Yan Xiaojia quickly waved his hand: "I am so ashamed. How dare a mere disciple from outside affairs interfere in the grudges of your higher-ups? I would be reduced to dust in the blink of an eye."

He dared not accept that answer. If someone overheard, he would be in grave danger and never be able to return to the sect.

"Oh, Senior Brother Yan had better stay far away, lest you get splattered with blood."