Chapter 9: Consecutive Bombardments

Seventh-grade true qi solidified, eighth-grade gang qi protecting the body, ninth-grade true qi liquefied.

After Fu Ye Ye's explanation, Qin Feng came to a detailed understanding of the upper three grades.

"Young master, dinner is ready!" Xiao Qing walked over and said.

"Just right, Fu Ye Ye, let's eat together!" Qin Feng stood up and said.

"Young master, you are about to become the head of the family; those in authority have dignity and those below dare not offend; those in authority indulge, and those below will surely break the rules." Zhang Fu bowed.

"Alright!" Qin Feng said helplessly.

Zhang Fu retreated.

After finishing dinner, he walked around the manor.

He saw the maids, checked the guards, didn't miss the kitchen, and had a clear picture in mind.

He returned to the East Courtyard and continued training.

With a movement of his feet, his figure flickered, darting back and forth across the courtyard, as if riding the wind, graceful and carefree.

This is the Wind-Treading Step.

It looked not bad, but Fu Ye Ye said, this lightness technique is merely average, lacking explosive power and flexibility, though it's fine for rushing.

He then drew his long sword and practiced the Wild Rain Nine Swords in coordination with his footwork.

The sword borrows the wind's momentum, the wind follows the person.

In the flash of the sword's light, the cold gleam sliced the skin.

This is a new sword.

One of the Qin Family's finest swords, named Flowing Cloud, sturdy and sharp, is a rare top-grade treasure sword.

His previous waist sword was discarded by him.

The night gradually grew silent.

Qin Feng had already sat on the stool, soothing his agitated qi and blood, slowly sipping tea.

"Young master!" Xiao Qing hurried in from outside, "Tavern attendant Qin Bo came to see you, saying there's an urgent matter. He is indeed anxious, panting and covered in sweat."

"Qin Bo?" Qin Feng thought, but had no impression, yet he walked outside.

"Young master, the Qin family he belongs to is merely a dependent surviving off our Qin family." Xiao Qing explained, "There are many such dependents, since they all bear the surname Qin, it's convenient for them, and they too can have a livelihood."

Qin Feng nodded, indicating understanding.

With great power, followers gather.

With only the Qin Manor and three branch lineages, how could it support the vast Qin Family? The dependents are merely branches and leaves.

Front Courtyard.

Qin Bo is not old, about fifteen or sixteen, with bright eyes and looking very energetic.

"Greetings, young master!" Seeing Qin Feng approach, he hurriedly knelt and paid respects.

"Rise and speak!" Qin Feng asked, "What's the matter?"

"Young master, I saw the chief steward being besieged." Qin Bo hurriedly said.

"What? You said Fu Ye Ye is being besieged?" Qin Feng startled, his eyes narrowed, murderous light flashing, making Qin Bo shiver, his whole body trembling, nearly kneeling again.

"Young master, yes, yes!" Qin Bo's heart and soul were shaken by the aura Qin Feng exuded, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Tell me in detail!" Qin Feng suppressed his doubts and asked.

He also sensed the other's emotional changes.

Just earlier this evening he had exchanged martial arts insights with Fu Ye Ye, both saying to be careful; how could it be that so soon he not only left the manor but was also besieged?

"Wang Erxi of the Wang family got drunk today, and his friends had the tavern keeper send him home, but it ended up being me. After I took him home, I wanted to take a shortcut back; passing by the woods beside the Little Clear River, I heard fighting sounds. Curious, I peeked and saw the chief steward's figure being besieged. I, I was terrified at the time, didn't dare approach, so I came here to report." Qin Bo said, head down, simply.

Qin Feng frowned.

Through perception, it could be confirmed that Qin Bo held him in great awe, his speech revealing worry and urgency.

"Has the chief steward helped you before?" Qin Feng suddenly asked.

"Hmm, if it weren't for him, I would have been beaten to death!" Qin Bo quickly nodded.

His emotions were very excited, with endless gratitude.

No doubt about it.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, slightly closed his eyes, his thoughts racing, then suddenly opened them and said: "Exactly which direction?"

"The woods beside the Clear River Bridge!" Qin Bo exclaimed in surprise.

"Xiao Qing!" Qin Feng shouted, "Go notify Qin Kai to lead people for support, have Ma Chao guard the manor. Xiao Hong, you notify steward Qin Yuan to keep everyone from moving recklessly, and also inform Mei Yi to prevent any accidents. Qin Bo, you stay here."

As his words fell, he executed the Wind-Treading Step and rushed toward the East Courtyard, leaving the extremely anxious Xiao Qing and Xiao Hong behind.

After a brief pause, the two of them hurriedly split up to notify.

After Qin Feng drew the Flowing Cloud Sword, he leapt onto the roof and sped away into the night.

He knew the Clear River Bridge.

It was in his memory.

While Qin Feng rushed, he also turned his thoughts.

"It's dark and Fu Ye Ye is still out; something must have happened, or he was lured out by someone close."

"This is a trap aimed at him."

"First kill him, then wipe out the Qin Manor!"

"That's ruthless!"

It's only been three days since the last incident, yet they struck again.

What's more frightening is that no clues have been found inside the city.

Qin Feng also knew this outing was somewhat risky, but Fu Ye Ye must be saved.

"We can't wait any longer. Once this matter is over, I will take the position of family head and consolidate our strength."

The successive events made him feel very passive. Stepping on the roof, his speed was very fast.

Ahead, the sound of flowing water could be heard; looking ahead, it was indeed the Xiao Qing River that runs through Wan'an City, its water murmuring, flowing year-round.

After stopping, he scanned ahead and saw the Qinghe Bridge.

His ear twitched, and a movement came from the left.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his extraordinary vision instantly spotted a familiar figure—Zhang Fu. He clutched his chest, staggering, leaving a bloody footprint with each step.

It was horrifically tragic.

His breath was extremely feeble, yet he turned and ran toward the Xiao Qing River.

Behind him were several black-clad masked men, about to catch up.

"He's going to jump into the river!" Qin Feng's heart tightened, and he let out a loud shout, "Grandpa Fu, I'm coming!"

As his voice left his mouth, he shot forward like an arrow.

Hearing this shout, both sides stopped and looked over; Fu Ye Ye's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "Go back, hurry back!"

His voice hoarse, he forced his qi, stirring his internal injuries, and involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood.

His complexion worsened.

"This is the young master of the Qin Family—haha, truly, after searching high and low, it came without effort; today we will finish the job!" The leader of the black-clad men also saw Qin Feng, obviously recognized him, and couldn't help laughing heartily, very pleased.

Qin Feng had already arrived here.

He took a close look at Zhang Fu, and his eyelids twitched wildly; this old steward was in a terrible state, his body covered in wounds, blood staining his clothes red.

Fortunately, there was only one serious wound on his chest.

"Don't worry about me, go back to the manor, go back!" Zhang Fu was somewhat hysterical.

"Grandpa Fu, I've got this, you can relax!" Qin Feng gave a smile and then charged at the black-clad men.

There's nothing to say.

Nor anything to ask.

Either you die or I perish.

"Wild Rain Nine Swords!"

The qi in his dantian surged, overloading output; in the flash of sword light, several immensely thick sword qi erupted, startling the leader of the black-clad men, who hastily raised his sword to block, shattering the sword qi, and he was knocked back two steps.

But the others weren't so lucky; on the spot, three were cut in half at the waist.

Three remained.

"Kill!" Qin Feng had already closed in, unleashing a desperate burst, his speed incredible, his sword like a meteor, momentarily suppressing the leader of the black-clad men.

His strength completely exceeded the enemy's expectations.

Poof—poff……

With extraordinary perception and ultimate reaction, he killed one of them by surprise, and in the blink of an eye seized the opportunity to kill two more black-clad men.

"Damn it, how are you this strong?" the black-clad man exclaimed, his sword trembling, and suddenly shot out a half-foot sword blade, forcibly pushing Qin Feng back.

He was truly startled.

As for Qin Feng, he knew he was only fifteen, with ordinary cultivation talent, merely at the third rank.

But now?

Nonsense! He'd even believe it if you said he was eighth rank.

"Die!" Qin Feng didn't bother answering, launching himself forward again.

His qi surged forth like a turbulent tide, shattering the black-clad man's sword blade completely, purely overwhelming him with force; the sword qi crisscrossed, tearing the earth, shattering trees, and even stirring up waves in the river.

His aura was immensely strong, distorting the moonlight.

The black-clad man was completely suppressed, losing his composure; Qin Feng seized the opportunity and ran him through the shoulder with a sword.

He swiftly flew backward.

But nothing could match Qin Feng's speed; catching up, he severed the man's left arm with a sword, then kicked him flying.

He fell to the ground, blasting out a deep crater.

He opened his mouth and repeatedly spat out blood mixed with organ fragments.

At that moment, a figure flew from beneath the embankment, brandishing a long sword that shook, radiating flowing light; especially, a point of cold light condensed at the tip, capable of splitting mountains and cleaving fissures, its sharp aura making the scalp tingle.

Man and sword as one, he flashed in under the moonlight.

Fast as a meteor.

"Be careful!" Zhang Fu let out a shrill cry.

"Young master, be careful!"

On the other side, Qin Kai, the second captain of the Qin Family, had already led his men over; he had just witnessed Qin Feng heavily wounding the black-clad man, and was astonished as to why his young master was so strong, wondering if he had previously seen someone sneak attack while hiding his abilities.

He was shocked and pale, rushing over quickly while also giving a warning.

"I've been waiting for you!"

Qin Feng, with his back to the attacker, in the nick of time, as if he had eyes on his back, twisted his body to dodge the fatal strike, and simultaneously turned his Flowing Cloud Sword to thrust obliquely into the opponent's armpit.

In the blink of an eye, offense and defense switched.

Poff……

The sword tip pierced the armpit, paused slightly, his qi surged, breaking through his protective gangqi and entering, emerging from the shoulder; if not for the man's quick reflex—twisting his neck—his head would have been pierced through.

This man was also dressed in black with a mask, his eyes exposed, flashing with shock; midair he twisted his body and launched a flying kick, forming a footprint about a foot wide, which he slammed down fiercely.

Qin Feng's left fist exploded the footprint, but he also lost the chance to kill his opponent.

The black-clad man turned his body, jumped off the embankment, landed on the river surface, and sped away across the water.

(End of chapter)