Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1105 Seeking an Audience with Manager Duan

Finally, after several days of repeated consultations, Bai Jing and Wang Qian made a decision.

The Zhenxi Army held firm in the eight prefectures of Zhenxi and did not retaliate against the Taisho Imperial Guards. They only needed to protect the territory of Zhenxi and wait for Lin Feng's return.

Hu Jincai's troops can decide based on the situation. If they can defend, they will; if not, they will retreat and temporarily abandon Funing Prefecture, while holding Jinhao Prefecture.

Luo Shidong's Zhennan Army can retreat to Nantai Prefecture. If they cannot withstand the pirate army, they can continue to retreat and hold Jinghai Prefecture.

These policies and measures were recognized by the generals, and the Zhenxi Army was finally able to settle down and determined to defend its existing positions at all costs.

After several days, Lin Feng was finally able to sit up from the dust.

Move your stiff body a little, try stretching your arms and kicking your legs.

Based on his intuition, he was certain that he had leveled up this time, and perhaps if he encountered this gaunt old man again, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

Although he successfully advanced, his whole body felt uncomfortable. His muscles, bones, and the circulation of Qi in his meridians were all stiff and sluggish.

This problem is unlikely to be solved quickly; it will require a long period of adjustment.

Lin Feng could also foresee that such an outcome was inevitable, because he did not accumulate his strength little by little, but finally break through the bottleneck and enter the next stage through years of cultivation.

Having relied on the powerful assistance of the broken sword to reach this level in such a short time, many problems are bound to arise.

These problems cannot be solved in a short period of time.

Lin Feng twisted his stiff neck and looked at the skeletal remains beside him, shrunken like a child, withered and dry as skin covering bones.

He exhaled a long breath of stale air, then suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long howl that pierced through the clouds and tore through the fabric.

Like the howling of wolves, it never stopped.

After a while, Lin Feng stopped howling. This venting finally made his body feel a little better.

He still dared not touch the broken sword. He first wrapped the hilt with his clothes, pulled it off Shingo Oni-gakure's body, wrapped it up, and tied it to his back.

Then he shook out a few more items from Shingo Oni-maru, without even looking at what they were, and put them all into his pocket before starting to dig a pit.

Only after burying Shingo Onimaki's body did he get up to check the surrounding situation.

Lin Feng stared wide-eyed at the ground within a radius of several dozen feet, which had been crisscrossed with ravines by the two of them.

How crazy is that?

After standing there for a long time, Lin Feng turned around to check the direction and started walking towards Luocheng.

He walked slowly, still reflecting on his painful experience.

Here are a few very useful summaries: the longer a broken sword absorbs a cultivator's true energy and essence, the more refined it becomes after being left inside the broken sword.

If the time is too short, there will be more impurities, which will affect one's emotions more. When the impurities eventually take over, one loses control of one's body and mind.

This is so useful. If you don't know it, you can really suffer a lot and even lose yourself.

Of course, the broken sword's refinement was many times faster than his own.

Lin Feng frowned in doubt. Was the broken sword an extremely ominous object?

Have I been misunderstood?

It is likely that the previous owner did not know the correct way to use it, which caused it to lose its sense of self and thus leave behind a bad reputation.

Another important lesson is not to underestimate the abilities of these cultivators, nor to be overconfident.

Who knows what level the next opponent will be? If you are even slightly careless, you will be beaten to a pulp.

The two were not far from Los Angeles, mainly because Oniju Shingo was fast, and Lin Feng was caught up before he could escape very far.

Although Lin Feng did not walk very fast, in less than half a day, the tall city gate tower of Luocheng came into view.

It was past noon when Lin Feng's thoughts returned to the Duan family in Luocheng. He wondered if Duan Jingqiu had successfully taken over the reins of the Duan family.

Soon, Lin Feng arrived at the city gate. Just as he was about to walk inside, he was blocked by the soldiers guarding the city with their spears.

"You, get out of here. If you dare come near the city gate again, I'll break your legs."

The soldier was extremely fierce, glaring at Lin Feng with a menacing look and shouting.

Lin Feng was puzzled. What did I do to offend you?

But I'm just honestly going into the city, why would I be treated differently?

He saw that all the other people were lining up in an orderly fashion and walking into the city gate one by one, but he was the only one who was driven aside by the soldiers and threatened with harsh words.

However, he quickly realized that something was wrong and that the problem must lie with him.

Because all the people who passed by him treated him with disgust.

Some deliberately kept their distance from him, and some even waved him away as soon as they saw Lin Feng approaching.

"Go, go further away. We have no money and no food."

Damn it, they're treating me like a beggar.

Lin Feng then came to his senses, looked down at himself, and could imagine what he looked like without even looking in a mirror.

His clothes were tattered and torn, he was covered in dust, his hair was messy and covered in grass clippings, and the bloodstains on his face had turned black, making it impossible to tell whether it was blood or dirt.

He came to the moat, wanting to wash his face, but could only see his reflection and couldn't reach the water.

Except for his white teeth and the white in his eyes when he moved, Lin Feng was all black, looking just like a beggar who hadn't washed his face in years.

He took off the bundle from his body, gathered the things in his arms together, and put them aside.

Then he flipped over and jumped into the moat.

Since I can't wash my face, I might as well take a shower.

If I enter the Duan residence looking like this, wouldn't they be so frightened that they'd call the guards over and throw me out?

After a thorough washing, although he couldn't change his tattered clothes, his face and head were spotless. With his fair complexion and shiny black hair, he was still a handsome young man.

I still have silver ingots in my bag, so there shouldn't be any problem getting into the city.

Lin Feng bought clothes at a clothing store in the city and changed into them. He wore a moon-white long robe, tied a turban on his head, and held a folding fan in his hand, looking just like a handsome young gentleman.

He still dared not touch the broken sword with his skin. This time, the broken sword had absorbed an extraordinary amount of true energy and essence from the gaunt old man. It would take more time for the broken sword to cleanse itself of its many impurities before it could be accepted by him.

He put it in a bag, hung it on his waist, and swayed as he arrived at the gate of the Duan residence.

The gate tower of the Duan family mansion in Luocheng is even taller and more magnificent, with a black lacquered gate so large that one can see their own shadow reflected in it.

On the high steps in front of the door, four burly men in short clothes stood facing each other, their arms crossed, looking completely oblivious to everyone else, their nostrils pointing to the sky.

This is much more impressive than the prefect's residence.

What Lin Feng didn't know was that Master Duan and Miao Changfeng were sworn brothers. Not only did they run a large business, but through Miao Changfeng, Master Duan also obtained a fourth-rank official position from Emperor Zhao Zheng, making him a merchant-official.

Master Duan was of the same rank as the prefect, and his family was wealthy, so he could naturally show off.

Lin Feng stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up at the plaque under the gate tower, which had large gilded characters: Duan Mansion.

Before I could even speak, I heard someone shouting at me.

"Get out of here, don't stand here, do you even know where you are?"