Chapter 324: First Volume, Chapter 324: Boldly Shameless? Must Be Young Master Qin!

First Volume, Chapter 324: Boldly Shameless? Must Be Young Master Qin!

Eight hundred li south of Beixi County, in the Huang Ye.

A group of several hundred commoners was marching steadily toward Beixi County.

In the group, men, women, old and young were all emaciated, dressed in tattered clothes.

The middle-aged man at the front was the only one in the group who knew the way; he leaned on a tree branch he had picked up somewhere, stumbling forward silently, step by uneven step.

Like the commoners behind him, his face, long starved of nutrition, had turned sallow, yet it bore a pair of eyes unnaturally bright, filled with hope.

The girl walking beside him was thirteen, but at first glance looked no older than seven or eight—so frail she seemed—but when she spoke, her voice brimmed with anticipation: "Father, once we reach Beixi County, we really won't go hungry anymore?"

Three days ago, the guide's wife starved to death in the Huang Ye, just like his parents and eldest son; yet it was his smallest daughter, the weakest of all, who had held on.

Having endured countless separations and deaths, the guide had become brutally pragmatic; he knew clearly that for him and the hundreds behind him, this journey was one-way.

If Beixi County truly was, as rumors claimed, a fertile land, they would settle there forever.

If things turned bad, they could never drag their weak, exhausted bodies back—wherever the soil lay, wouldn't it bury a man?

Though the future was uncertain, the guide forced a faint smile, stroking his daughter's head—not only giving her hope, but giving himself something to cling to.

"The name Qin Feng has spread throughout Jiangnan and beyond."

"The Beixi County Magistrate? He is Young Master Qin!"

Hearing the name Qin Feng, the girl's eyes blazed brighter than ever; over years of fleeing, she had heard countless travelers speak of "Qin Feng."

He was a great benefactor who feared no power, devoted solely to the people; wherever he walked, he uprooted every poison and brought blessings to the masses.

The girl was young, too young to understand complex politics—but one truth she grasped.

If any bodhisattva truly existed in this world to save the suffering and rescue the doomed, that person must be Qin Feng.

…

Nightfall. Zishi Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour Hour.

As Qin Feng slept, he felt his arm grabbed—he assumed it was Xiao Xiangxiang, and pulled her close; the body in his arms was anything but delicate or soft—it was hard and solid, like hugging a block of wood.

Qin Feng jolted awake; the instant he opened his eyes, a black cloth—more precisely, a black cloth sack—came crashing down over his face.

The next instant, a cloth-wrapped bundle the size of a fist was forcibly shoved into Qin Feng's mouth through the sack, nearly splitting his cheeks.

Qin Feng strained every ounce of strength to scream for help—but could only emit faint whimpers, while his limbs were bound tightly from outside with Sheng Mao.

The entire process took only a few breaths.

Qin Feng's sleep vanished instantly; unprecedented fear surged into his heart.

The assailant's technique was so proficient it was terrifying—clearly a professional assassin!

Was it Elder Fourth Jin?

Or assassins hired by the Lin Family?

Whoever they were, they were enough to send Qin Feng into panic—after all, this was Tianji Camp, where Tianji Camp Guards patrolled day and night, and sixteen giant Fire Torches illuminated the entire compound in blinding light; no thief could slip past unseen!

Yet these people had slipped past the Tianji Camp Guards' surveillance, infiltrated the core of Tianji Camp, and kidnapped Qin Feng.

What kind of terrifying skill was this?!

Qin Feng felt himself slung over someone's shoulder, jolted along, unaware of his destination.

After one Incense Stick Time, he felt himself set down on the ground; the black sack was casually pulled off his head.

Before him stretched darkness, visibility near zero; then, shadowy figures emerged before Qin Feng.

Damn it, had he stumbled into ghosts in the dead of night?

Qin Feng's hair stood on end; the moment the gag was yanked from his mouth, he collapsed on the ground, curled into a ball, babbling in panic: "I know nothing! Please, great heroes, spare my life! If you spare this dog's life, I'll pay triple—no, quintuple—whatever your master offered you!"

As long as the green hills remain, firewood will never be lacking.

The priority now was survival.

As Qin Feng groveled, faint whispers emerged from among the shadows.

"Did we grab the wrong man? Is this cowardly wretch truly Young Master Qin?"

"The man who shattered the Beidi Elite Raiding Cavalry and slew Zhong Ling—what a hero! How could he be this pitiful worm?"

"No… Third Miss once said: if this man is so weak he will beg, shamelessly, without a shred of dignity, to save his life—then he is none other than Young Master Qin."

The shadowy figures confirmed Qin Feng's identity, all dropping to one knee in unison: "We have come at Third Miss's command to assist Young Master Qin. Our methods were rude—please forgive us."

Qin Feng, who had just moments ago believed his life was over, felt his face burn with shame.

These shadowy figures were all the brocade-clad guards recruited by Third Sister Li Xiaolan.

Damn! First meeting, and I've lost face completely!

Qin Feng reacted quickly—he let out a snore, stood up feigning sleepiness, and mumbled: "I just had a terrible dream. Huh? How did I get here? Who are you? How dare you bring Young Master here without permission? If you don't explain yourselves, don't blame me for being uncivil!"

The shadowy figures were stunned.

Just a moment ago, Qin Feng was begging on his knees—now he was suddenly acting tough?

Boldly shameless!

Definitely Young Master Qin himself!

The leader of the shadows replied gravely: "This is Jingdu, the heart of the empire—Black Guard Commandery infiltrates everywhere. To avoid suspicion, we had no choice but to resort to this tactic."

Qin Feng wiped the cold sweat from his palms without showing it, feigning calm: "I anticipated your plan all along. I pretended to fall for it merely to test your abilities. Judging by this, you've passed."

A faint snort came from among the shadows—clearly, Qin Feng's shamelessness had shattered their worldview.

Qin Feng pretended not to hear, fixing his gaze on the leader: "What's your name?"

The leader replied gravely: "Mo Li."

Mo Li?

That name… not bad!

Though Qin Feng couldn't make out Mo Li's face, he nodded calmly, as if deeply impressed: "What else did my Third Sister tell you?"