Chapter 74: Uninvited Guest

At high noon the next day, Feng Zi and Qing Lin finally returned to Yuanping County.

"After sleeping outdoors for many days, let's return to the inn to rest for a day first. Tomorrow, I will take you to purchase some clothing and prepare some useful items."

Feng Zi walked in front, listlessly talking to Qing Lin about their future plans while heading toward the inn where they had previously stayed—

Just in case, he had paid for a month's accommodation in advance, so he was not at all worried about having nowhere to go.

Of course, the accommodation fee for that inn was not expensive, and Feng Zi did not feel much of a pinch.

Qing Lin listened to Feng Zi's arrangements, nodded subconsciously, and curiously observed the scenery on the street.

The surrounding public were also attracted by this cyan-clad silhouette and looked at her subconsciously.

But before the two could walk into the inn, they were blocked by a young man with decent attire and a humble attitude:

"Carrying a pack on your back and holding a longbow wrapped in animal skin... I presume you must be Cun Xin, right?"

The moment she heard this name, Qing Lin's eyes instantly turned sharp.

Feng Zi only smiled and calmly blocked the way in front of Qing Lin: "I don't believe I have ever exposed my whereabouts, have I?"

The young man bowed slightly, wearing a smile devoid of any genuine emotion:

"Look at what you're saying. In Yuanping County, there is nothing our young master does not know, let alone the fact that you never hid your whereabouts, did you?"

Young master? Hearing this term, Feng Zi immediately understood the other party's identity:

Without a doubt, this must be the servant of that elusive young master of the Guang Family, Guang Heng.

He made a gesture behind his back without changing his expression and curled his lip, saying: "Does your young master want to be my friend, or my enemy?"

Qing Lin naturally saw Feng Zi's gesture and restrained her killing intent, though her hand was already resting on the hunting knife at her waist.

"The young master said he sincerely wishes to make a friend," the young man said, bowing.

Having said that, he whistled, and two sturdy steeds came galloping over.

The young man did not say much more; he simply chose a horse at random and vaulted onto it: "The two of you, please follow me."

But when Feng Zi stepped forward and touched the steed, the horse showed great resistance.

He naturally saw through this little trick.

But how could Feng Zi be someone who would be bested by such a trivial matter? He simply grabbed the horse's neck lightly, rendering it unable to move a single inch:

"Oh, what a rather wild horse indeed. Was this your young master's intention? Or your own unauthorized decision?"

As his strength gradually increased, the current Feng Zi naturally would not care about issues of "decency" when facing such minor characters.

Facing Feng Zi's calm, unruffled gaze, a drop of cold sweat quietly trickled down the young man's forehead—

The aura he displayed was no different from that of an ordinary Martial Artist, yet it made the other party not dare to be the least bit negligent.

After hesitating for a moment, the other party stammered in reply: "It was my own unauthorized decision; it has nothing to do with my young master."

Qing Lin, standing to the side, seemed not to notice the strange atmosphere; she quietly came to Feng Zi's side, gently stroked the horse's mane, and whispered:

"Not good, how can you make Cun Xin unhappy?"

She clearly did nothing, yet that unruly steed seemed to have all its wildness drained away and obediently lowered its head.

Seeing this, although Feng Zi had some slight doubts in his heart, he simply mounted the horse without changing his expression and pulled Qing Lin behind him: "Lead the way."

Hearing this, the young man hurriedly cleared the path ahead: "Please follow me, Master Cun Xin."

Before long, under the guidance of the young man, the two arrived at a simple residence of modest size located near the County Government Office.

If not for the guidance of this Guang Family servant, it would have been difficult for Feng Zi to associate this plain and unadorned residence with that local tycoon's young master.

"Please follow me inside," the young man said respectfully.

Under the other party's guidance, the guards on duty did not dare to block them, watching as Feng Zi rode his horse inside.

Just like its exterior style, the scenery inside the residence was not high-profile; instead, it revealed an elegant and quiet atmosphere everywhere.

Things follow their owner—from the layout within the residence, it was not difficult to infer the personality of this young master Guang Heng:

Either he was an elegant person who lived apart from worldly disputes, or he was an ambitious man with grand designs.

Led by the young servant, Feng Zi and Qing Lin passed through several doors and arrived at the main hall of the residence, finally seeing that legendary young master of the Guang Family:

He was a youth dressed so simply that he had almost no decorations, looking extremely frail, as if he had just recovered from a major illness.

If not for sensing the Qi and Blood Power within his body, which was identical to that of a Martial Master in the Fullness Realm, even Feng Zi would have almost been deceived—

But judging from the Qi and Blood fluctuations the other party displayed, if Feng Zi were not also adept at hiding his own strength, he feared he would have been fooled by him as well.

Upon seeing Qing Lin's cyan silhouette, even the other party could not help but be stunned, unable to help but be intoxicated by her nearly flawless appearance.

But the other party quickly realized his loss of composure, hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and looked at Feng Zi, showing no signs of overstepping, and cupped his hands:

"I presume you are Master Cun Xin. I am Guang Heng; I am finally fortunate enough to see your true face today.

"It is just... you seem to be only a Martial Artist? This differs somewhat from the information I have obtained."

Hearing this, Feng Zi simply led Qing Lin and sat down generously in the guest seat, casually retorting: "I am not a Martial Artist? Where did you get that information?"

"It was stated by someone who claimed to be your fellow villager. As for who that person is, I am sorry, but it is inconvenient for me to disclose."

Guang Heng, however, wore an indifferent expression and looked casually at the servant standing by the door: "What are you still standing there for? Go prepare tea for the guests!"

Regarding this polite gesture, Feng Zi raised his hand and hurriedly stopped him: "Wait. Since Young Master Guang Heng is straightforward, I will speak my piece first.

"The team you arranged to head to the Eastern Mountains, including the team led by the head of the Ying family, has been completely wiped out. The opportunity for a breakthrough you were seeking has also long since fallen into my hands.

"The reason I came here is just for a definitive answer—are you my enemy, or my friend?"

Hearing this, the servants present all changed color, subconsciously wanting to draw the weapons in their hands.

But Qing Lin's reaction was faster than everyone else's: "Whoever dares to lift a foot, I will dismantle their foot; whoever dares to move their hands, I will chop off their hands!"

But compared to the already tense atmosphere at the scene, Guang Heng only frowned slightly and did not answer immediately.

After pondering for a long time, the other party finally relaxed his brow and smiled, meeting Feng Zi's scrutinizing gaze:

"Brother Feng is dead. Although this matter is regrettable, it was within my expectations; it is just that I have only now been able to confirm it.

"As for you... my servant has already stated my position on my behalf—I sincerely wish to make friends with you."

"A win-win is always better than a lose-lose, isn't it?"