Chapter 173: Water Prison Trap

Jiang Feng looked at Su Xueyan's worried expression and gently stroked her cheek.

"Xue Yan, don't worry, I know what's going on. Ling Zhaixing was captured, actually, to help us."

"She could have taken the Tiger Talisman and fled far away, evading all Faction's pursuit, but because she helped us, her trail was exposed and she was captured."

He paused briefly, then continued.

"One must repay kindness; she helped us, so I must first rescue her."

Su Xueyan looked at Jiang Feng's determined gaze, took a deep breath, and nodded.

"Alright, I support you. Go without worry, make sure to protect yourself and return soon."

"Hmm, I will."

Jiang Feng smiled and gave Su Xueyan a firm hug.

After speaking, Jiang Feng turned, grabbed his coat, and hurried toward the doorway.

……

After leaving the Su Family Villa, Jiang Feng drove straight to Fengling Ferry.

The last place Ling Zhaixing appeared was Fengling Ferry.

This ferry once served as Jiangcheng's vital north‑south channel, with countless vessels passing daily, but as the river silted up and the draft grew shallow, large ships could no longer pass, and it was gradually abandoned; now only a few dilapidated piers and ruined warehouses remain, and few people go there.

Yitian Pavilion discovered that beneath the ferry lies an abandoned Water Prison, built decades ago to detain important criminals.

Later the ferry was abandoned, and the Water Prison fell into ruin, but evidently someone has reactivated it and locked Ling Zhaixing inside.

Over an hour later, Jiang Feng's car stopped by the roadside near Fengling Ferry.

He turned off the engine, got out, closed the door, and walked toward the ferry.

As he approached the ferry, a chilling, eerie aura brushed his face.

In the night, the ferry was pitch black, without a hint of light, only occasional insect chirps from afar.

The abandoned pier retained only a few broken wooden planks.

The weeds along the bank grew to about half a person's height; the wind made them sway, looking as if countless silhouettes were weaving through them.

Jiang Feng frowned and slowed his pace.

He sensed that the atmosphere here was off; besides damp moisture, the air carried a faint whiff of blood and murderous intent.

Though faint, his perception still detected it clearly.

He knew he was already being watched.

Yet Jiang Feng paid no mind, continuing step by step toward the ferry's interior.

He followed Yitian Pavilion's clue, heading to the ferry's western side.

There should be a hidden entrance leading down to the Water Prison.

After about ten minutes of walking, Jiang Feng arrived at the base of a slope on the ferry's west side.

The weeds here were denser, almost covering the entire slope.

Jiang Feng brushed aside the weeds, descended a few meters along the slope, and indeed saw a concealed narrow gap.

The gap was tiny, only allowing a person to slip through sideways, covered with thick vines and weeds; without the prior clue, it would have been impossible to find.

Jiang Feng halted and examined the gap closely.

The stone door of the gap was shut, its surface blanketed with moss.

It seemed it hadn't been opened for ages, yet a faint groove on the stone hinted at the switch's location.

He reached into the groove, feeling some dust but no dampness, indicating recent activity.

Jiang Feng was about to carefully probe the mechanism of the switch.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!"

Suddenly, a burst of slicing sounds rang out from all directions!

Countless sharp arrows, like black lightning, shot from the surrounding weeds toward Jiang Feng!

The arrows flew at extreme speed, dense and without any blind spot!

Jiang Feng's eyes hardened, showing no panic.

The moment the slicing sounds were heard, his body already sprang into action.

He abruptly twisted aside, evading several arrows coming straight at him.

Simultaneously, his right hand darted out, seized an arrow aimed at his chest, flicked his wrist, and hurled the arrow back.

"Puff!"

The arrow struck a dark silhouette in the nearby grass; the figure let out a muffled grunt and collapsed motionless.

But that was only the beginning; more arrows kept raining down, as dense as a storm, sealing off all Jiang Feng's escape routes.

Jiang Feng's steps shifted beneath his feet, moving like a phantom weaving through the arrow rain.

Every movement was impeccably precise, dodging all incoming arrows.

"Bang—bang—bang!"

The arrows struck the surrounding stones and the stone door, producing dull thuds.

Jiang Feng, while evading arrows, swiftly surveyed his surroundings.

He sensed that at least a dozen archers were hidden in the shadows, all practitioners, their aim and force quite good, clearly trained.

"Come out, hiding in the shadows to fire cold arrows—what kind of skill is that?"

Jiang Feng, still dodging, shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the ferry.

Yet the only response was an even denser rain of arrows.

Those people clearly had no intention of revealing themselves, only to kill him with the arrow rain before the gap.

Jiang Feng's gaze hardened, and a hint of impatience rose within him.

He doesn't want to waste too much time Here; Ling Zhaixing is still locked in the Water Prison, and each extra Minute she is delayed adds more Danger.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng's Foot stopped, no longer dodging, and his hands quickly swirled, forming an invisible barrier.

Ding—ding—ding!

Those arrows shot at him, when they approached his body, were all slapped away by his palm, and not a single one could touch his clothing.

This move completely stunned the people hidden in the shadows.

They were all carefully selected archers, each possessing impressive strength, and they coordinated with tacit understanding.

The rain of arrows left almost no blind spot; even a typical Grandmaster master would find it hard to get away unscathed.

But Jiang Feng could actually block all the arrows with his bare hands; this power is just too terrifying!

A person who seemed to be the leader, hidden above the slope, saw this and his complexion turned extremely sour.

"Increase the force, use Piercing Arrow! I don't believe he can block it!"

As soon as the words fell, several specially made Piercing Arrows, bearing an even more fierce gust, were shot toward Jiang Feng.

These Piercing Arrows are thicker and longer than ordinary arrows; their tips are specially forged from refined iron, with extremely strong penetrative power, capable of piercing even steel plates.

Jiang Feng's gaze hardened, and a Cold Smile curled at the corner of his Mouth.

He could sense the power of these Piercing Arrows, but for him it was still not enough to be worth his notice.

One saw his body lean slightly forward, his right hand thrust out violently, like an eagle's talon, precisely grasping the shaft of a Piercing Arrow.

Crack!

Jiang Feng flexed his wrist with force, and astonishingly snapped the hard refined‑iron arrow shaft in half.

Then he flicked it back with his other hand, and the broken arrow shaft flew out like a hidden weapon, precisely striking the Shoulders of the leader-like figure above the slope.

Ah!

The leader let out a wretched scream, rolled down the slope, and landed not far in front of Jiang Feng.

The other archers, seeing the leader injured, instantly lost their rhythm in shooting.

Jiang Feng seized the opportunity, and his body surged forward like an arrow released from a bow.