Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1021 The Cook Surnamed Shu

It was a feeling, not that something actually entered Lin Feng's body, but something did indeed enter the body of the broken sword.

Ke Xiong looked at Lin Feng with despair, his eyes filled with pleading and fear. His body had begun to wither, and the water in his body was gradually draining away.

In just a dozen breaths, Ke Xiong's originally tall body shrunk to the size of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Lin Feng reached out and beckoned, and the broken sword sprang up from the shards of wood, returning to Lin Feng's hand in a flash.

As I gripped the hilt of the broken sword, a surge of power coursed through my entire body.

This caused the blood and true energy within Lin Feng's body to surge and circulate rapidly along his meridians and blood vessels.

Lin Feng, sensing the state within his body, stood woodenly in the tavern, unaware of the passage of time.

When Lin Feng woke up, the room was completely dark.

In the darkness, a bright light flashed, revealing Lin Feng's eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, causing the dark space to tremble.

In fact, Lin Feng was struggling to gain control of the broken sword in his hand.

After absorbing the essence of Ke Xiong's all-out effort, the broken sword became excessively active, and various complex emotions caused Lin Feng's mind to become chaotic.

The two sides then engaged in a fierce exchange of blows, leaving Lin Feng's eyes momentarily glazed and bewildered.

Fortunately, Lin Feng possessed two souls in one body, and the foundation of his divine soul was so powerful that it was beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.

After a fierce battle, Lin Feng finally suppressed the various emotions swirling in his mind, which brought him a moment of clarity.

The whole body is bathed in a variety of beneficial sensations such as smoothness, strength, fullness, and warmth.

Lin Feng let out a long breath and stretched his body. His joints made a series of popping sounds, like the pleasant chanting of his muscles and bones.

After walking around the room, I found a body on one side of the counter.

Lin Feng's eyes, even in the darkness, could perceive the subtle details without the need for light.

Clearly, the corpse belonged to the tavern's true owner, and it's likely that the waiters, cooks, and others in the kitchen also met with misfortune.

For so long, Lin Feng didn't hear anyone moving around him, as if this were a ghost town.

Lin Feng reached out and lit the oil lamp in the room. With a single wave of his hand, the broken sword flew wildly through the air, breaking the roof beams and smashing the pillars at the four corners.

The house, which was mainly made of wood and covered with thatch, collapsed immediately.

Lin Feng dodged to the side and threw the oil lamp in his hand onto the collapsed pile of rubble.

The flame flickered and gradually grew larger; there was wind and oil.

The wooden beams and thatched roof caught fire instantly.

Lin Feng couldn't let anyone see Ke Xiong's deformed corpse. Even if he saw it himself, he felt a sense of fear.

Yan Xiaoyi, along with Yan Xiaowu and two guards, returned to Guxia Town. The two of them hid in a house, feeling sullen.

Who would have thought that a cook was actually a master from a hidden sect, someone who could stand on equal footing with their boss? The difference in their judgment was too great.

Having spent many years in the underworld, I've hardly ever done anything foolish.

Having lost two more capable bodyguards for nothing, Yan Xiaoyi was extremely annoyed and felt increasingly suffocated the more he thought about it.

"Go and call Xiao Bing over."

He felt that Yan Xiaoding was favored by the boss, so his words didn't carry much weight, but Yan Xiaobing had to listen to him.

This cook was brought back by Yan Xiaoding and Yan Xiaobing, so naturally, it's good to take it out on Xiaobing.

It was late at night when Yan Xiaobing was woken up and came into the room rubbing his eyes.

Then I saw Yan Xiaoyi's gloomy face.

"Xiao Bing, you've really made something of yourself, managing to bring back a cultivator from a reclusive sect to be our cook. Do you think this is fun?"

Yan Xiaobing quickly explained, "Brother Xiaoyi, we didn't know his identity at the time. We only said that we were going to Changzhi Prefecture to find Duan Yiwei. He's a good cook, so he must be a chef."

“You’ve been in the underworld for a while now. You brought this back without even understanding the situation, causing all this trouble. If it weren’t for our brother stopping us, we might already be dead and roasted over a fire as snacks.”

Yan Xiaobing remained silent, but inwardly he thought, "If you hadn't insisted on provoking them, maybe nothing would have happened."

Yan Xiaoyi knew he was not convinced.

"Xiao Bing, don't be so unconvinced. People come here for a reason. Don't really think they're here to cook for us."

Xiao Wu, who was standing to the side, also spoke up.

"That's right. If it weren't for the boss, we might all be finished."

Yan Xiaobing frowned and said, "At that time, Master Shu was in a sorry state and had nothing of value. He probably really did encounter a storm at sea, and the ship capsized..."

"Hey, hold on. Someone even our boss treats with utmost respect, do you think he's afraid of the storms at sea?"

Yan Xiaoyi snapped at him irritably.

"But..."

"No buts. From now on, you all better watch out. Anyone who doesn't know their identity will be treated as an enemy by me. If you can be bribed with just one meal, what kind of life is that?"

Yan Xiaoyi reprimanded him sternly.

Yan Xiaobing lowered his head and remained silent.

"Did you hear that clearly?"

Hearing Yan Xiaoyi's increasingly stern voice, Yan Xiaobing had no choice but to agree.

"Alright, when you get back, make it clear to Xiao Ding that he shouldn't cause any more trouble for the Seven Heroes of the Yan Clan."

Yan Xiaobing turned and walked away dejectedly.

But as soon as he took a step, he bumped into someone.

"Get away."

Yan Xiaobing thought it was Yan Xiaowu who had been standing behind him, so he snapped at him irritably.

As a result, the person in front of them did not move.

Yan Xiaobing looked up in surprise and met a pair of yellowish-brown eyes.

Leaning back slightly to create some distance, I could finally see clearly that the person in front of me was an elderly man I had never seen before.

He had three long wisps of beard, a thin face, and wore a black cloak that concealed his body; his height was about the same as his own.

"Who are you?"

The old man reached out and patted Yan Xiaobing on the shoulder.

"I have a few questions to ask, don't be afraid."

He told him not to be afraid, but Yan Xiaobing was already scared because he wanted to get away from the old man's hand, but he couldn't move at all, as if his whole body was being held captive by something.

He couldn't even reach out to draw his sword; he could only watch helplessly as the old man stood indifferently before him.

Yan Xiaoyi and Yan Xiaowu looked completely stunned.

Encountering such extraordinary people again tonight has left me feeling incredibly disappointed.

The seven heroes of the Yan family were once a powerful force in the martial arts world, but now it seems they are nothing at all.

They tried to steal some salt from others, but not only did they get retaliated against by the pirates, they also encountered strange and powerful figures. The brothers were powerless to fight back.

A terrifying aura made the people in the room afraid to make any rash moves.

Especially Yan Xiaoyi's two young guards, although they were burly and strong, with their hands gripping the hilts of their knives, their faces were flushed red.

He couldn't take a single step out, just standing there, trying to gather his strength.

An indifferent old man easily subdued a room full of famous wandering knights-errant, as if it were effortless.

"Young man, I've heard of a cook named Shu. Where is he?"

The people inside the house struggled and couldn't move, but they could hear the old man's gentle question.