Chapter 72: Making the Best Use of Everything

Feng Zi stood before the two Martial Masters who had already breathed their last, his mind racing.

A moment later, he stopped dwelling on those "trivial matters":

Regardless of what that unseen young master of the Guang Family was plotting, he himself had already broken through to the Transformation Realm, so there was nothing left here worth lingering over.

On the contrary, it was precisely because that young master of the Guang Family had not shown up that the Martial Masters of Yuanping County had not been completely wiped out—

As long as there were still Martial Masters stationed here, generally speaking, things would not fall into chaos; at the very least, the most basic order could be maintained.

Thinking of this, Feng Zi realized he did not need to worry about this place falling into disorder because of him.

Once he relaxed, his mind became active again, and he began to search the corpses of these Martial Artists.

Seeing this, Qing Lin curiously leaned in and asked, "Feng Zi, what are you doing?"

Hearing this question, he answered without raising his head: "Taking advantage of this opportunity to search for useful supplies."

Upon hearing this, Qing Lin immediately became interested as well, stepping forward to look: "Do you need my help?"

"No need this time; you just hold my pack and watch from the side. Organizing one's pack is also a very important part of traveling."

Having said that, Feng Zi handed the pack he never left behind to Qing Lin.

Qing Lin hugged the pack as if it were some kind of treasure, following behind Feng Zi without leaving his side for a moment.

As he searched, Feng Zi said to her: "These round copper coins with square holes are money. When we travel outside and trade with others, we inevitably have to use these things."

"Of course, the value of these copper coins is the lowest, and their size and weight cannot be underestimated. Once they accumulate, they are not easy to carry, therefore..."

While speaking, Feng Zi found a few bits of silver on Ying Xian: "Therefore, we usually carry this kind of silver, which is valuable and easy to circulate."

Qing Lin tilted her head, observing very seriously: "Understood, money is important, but don't want copper coins, want silver."

Feng Zi nodded slightly and put away the bits of silver—on the road back to Yuanping County, he would give Qing Lin some money to prepare for her unexpected needs.

Afterward, he glanced at those people's weapons and tossed them aside with great disdain:

"For items like weapons, one only needs to carry one or two handy ones; carrying too many is actually inconvenient for movement."

After searching a bit more, Feng Zi finally found a few bottles of golden sore medicine used for healing wounds and smiled:

"And for medicine used to treat wounds like this, the more the better; after all, accidental injuries are common during travel."

Just like that, Feng Zi picked and chose while Qing Lin watched from the side, and it could be considered a harvest:

A few bits of silver, a few bottles of wound medicine, and a few herbs used to replenish Qi and Blood.

The wound medicine and silver were put away, while the herbs for replenishing Qi and Blood were split between the two and consumed.

And while searching for "spoils of war," a question that had long taken root in Feng Zi's heart was finally confirmed:

From Daishan County to Yuanping County, every Martial Master he had encountered had not been wearing Inner Armor!

The former Feng Zi had thought that the claim "Inner Armor is very precious" was just an exaggeration by Lu Xianling.

But thinking about it now, this statement was merely a fact, and very likely even an understatement!

And after leaving his hometown, Feng Zi also realized that his hometown was by no means a simple "newbie village"—

In the outside world, a family with one Martial Master stationed there could run rampant across a county and oppress the populace.

But in Wutai County, if the master of a martial arts school was not a Martial Master, that school could not even obtain official recognition from the County Government Office.

If a Martial Master dared to openly violate the law, a head constable who also possessed the cultivation of a Martial Master would come to make an arrest.

Of course, Feng Zi was not beautifying the Martial Artists of his hometown, but he also understood one thing more and more profoundly:

Unlike the outside world, in Wutai County, even a Martial Master could only be a part of the rules; there was absolutely no possibility of being above the rules!

Seeing Feng Zi stunned in place again, Qing Lin leaned in: "What's wrong, Feng Zi? Are you thinking about something again?"

It was precisely Qing Lin's words that woke him from the wild thoughts in his mind, and he smiled:

"It's nothing, just lost in thought. Give me the pack, come give me a hand, let's bury these people."

Qing Lin subconsciously handed over the pack she was holding in her arms, slightly knitting her delicate brows, and asked with some confusion:

"They were the ones who wanted to kill you... do you really want to bury people like this?"

"Enemies are people too, after all. Besides, they are already dead. The deceased are gone; let's not dwell on their past lives."

This was naturally Feng Zi's sincere words, but it was not his fundamental purpose.

What Feng Zi was thinking was to bury the corpses of these enemies so that, naturally, no one would suspect him.

Of course, it was not that he wanted to hide it, but some overly deep calculations were not suitable to tell her right now.

Qing Lin naturally did not know his deep thoughts, but since Feng Zi said so, she naturally believed him.

It did not take much time for the two to bury the corpses of those who had sought opportunity but failed.

Afterward, on the road back to Yuanping County, Feng Zi found a clean stream and let Qing Lin and himself wash away the bloodstains on their bodies.

As a healthy man, he was surprised to find that even with Qing Lin bathing behind him, not a single distracting thought arose in his heart.

"Could it be that I really have started raising her like a daughter?" This thought subconsciously popped into Feng Zi's mind, and he suddenly felt both amused and frustrated.

But he did not let himself continue to let his imagination run wild.

Afterward, they changed into clean clothes and incidentally washed the bloodstains off their old clothes.

Qing Lin watched Feng Zi beating the clothes from the side and subconsciously blurted out: "Feng Zi, you're amazing, it seems like you can do everything."

Hearing this exclamation, Feng Zi paused for a moment, then gently patted her head:

"What's so amazing about it... when traveling alone, one has to handle everything, and one always learns these things.

"While I'm washing the clothes, you can help me hunt for tonight's dinner."

Qing Lin stuck out her tongue, greeted him, and went to hunt in the surroundings.

By the time Feng Zi finished his work and hung the clothes on a tree, Qing Lin had returned to his side, carrying two deer that had been killed with a single strike.

Looking at Qing Lin, who was busy lighting a campfire nearby, Feng Zi, who was processing the game, could not help but feel a bit dazed:

Unknowingly, this travel companion who had originally known nothing had already provided tremendous help on his journey.

Good things, all good things.

Just like that, Feng Zi and Qinglin headed west, following the path he had taken to arrive, and returned to Yuanping County.

Without the interference of others, and with no need to worry about any problems, the two spent two days of time and were already able to see the silhouette of Yuanping County from afar—

Night fell once again, they completed their work with a clear division of labor, and soon began to eat dinner.

Feng Zi had to admit that ever since Qinglin woke up, the trivial matters of the journey had been shared by nearly a third, and having a travel companion to talk to on the road made him feel much more relaxed.