#273 - Chapter 273: Pulling the Silk Thread

The sky had just broken, the east was turning a fish-belly white, and Lian Shan City was still shrouded in silence, with only the distant sound of the watchman's drum beating.

After days of travel and fighting, the Hongmen Sword Hall disciples finally had a moment to breathe. After eating and drinking their fill, they fell to the ground and slept, their snores rising and falling.

Cheng Feng and Wei Zhuang stood side by side on the corridor of the inn, their eyes looking towards the gradually bustling Prefectural City in the distance, a feeling of unspeakable emotion welling up in their hearts: "This Prefectural City is indeed much stronger than that small County Town!"

Cheng Feng patted Wei Zhuang's shoulder and said earnestly, "Heimu Prefecture is a place we will go to sooner or later. Its resources are enough to take you further on the path of cultivation.

Don't worry about the money. Although our Hongmen comes from a small County Town, we still have money. When we go to Heimu Prefectural City, as long as there are resources that can be used, just spend money to buy them. With your talent, I believe you will definitely be able to break through to the Viscera Training Realm."

Wei Zhuang heard this, his eyes became more determined, and he said in a deep voice: "I will not fail my mission. I will cherish this opportunity and go all out." Although his voice was soft, it was full of unquestionable power.

Cheng Feng saw this, a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, that's the most important thing.

My master told me that the road of cultivation is long and arduous, as long as we have light in our hearts, there will be a road under our feet.

This trip to Heimu Prefecture, you will surely succeed. By then, Hongmen's territory in Lian Shan Prefectural City will be established, and your name, Wei Zhuang, should also resound throughout Lian Shan Prefectural City."

Wei Zhuang nodded, without saying anything more, his eyes had already made everything clear.

He turned around and gave Situ Jian and Wei Yin a look, and the group left the inn straight away, heading towards the dawning sky.

Watching Wei Zhuang and the others' firm steps, Cheng Feng yawned and went back to catch up on his sleep.

Without a warm and fragrant beauty in his arms, he was a little unaccustomed to it.

The Sword Hall disciples were considered to be in Cheng Feng's hands. Cheng Feng didn't make many arrangements, just eating and drinking while waiting for the Jinxiu Tower auction to begin.

As a powerful organization that sells information, Cheng Feng was very curious about who was behind it?

But he was just curious, and didn't have any plans to take action.

Currently, Black Ear can't compare to them. Hongmen has only been established for almost two years, but in terms of intelligence methods, there is no comparison between the two, which gave Cheng Feng some ideas.

The Sword Hall disciples were settled here, anyway, it was his own inn, so it didn't matter how long they stayed.

During this period, he also drank a few times with his father-in-law, Mei Zhou, and talked about the recent pregnancy of his wife, Mei Niang, which made his father-in-law feel very gratified.

He learned from his father-in-law that his sister-in-law, Mei Jiao'er, had also been brought to the Prefectural City by his father-in-law, and had joined a martial arts hall in the Prefectural City to practice martial arts.

During this period, he kept asking Cheng Feng if he knew any wealthy officials in the Prefectural City. This made Cheng Feng's eyes change a little when he looked at his father-in-law.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "What is father-in-law planning to do? Is he really just thinking about Mei Jiao'er's future? Or does he have other intentions, wanting to curry favor with the powerful?"

However, Cheng Feng did not show his doubts, but chose to remain silent. In any case, his father-in-law was Mei Jiao'er's father, and it was inconvenient to question him directly about some things.

So, he simply responded with a few words, and then stopped mentioning the matter.

According to normal circumstances, a woman like Mei Jiao'er, who came from a merchant family that ran a tavern, would at most be a concubine if she married into a wealthy family. If the man's family was even more prominent, then she might only be able to become a mistress.

His father-in-law didn't seem to care about these things. He only wanted to marry Mei Jiao'er into a wealthy family, and was even willing to go to any cost to find an opportunity.

Although Cheng Feng was dissatisfied with this behavior, there was nothing he could do. After all, everyone has their own ideas and pursuits. As a father, his father-in-law naturally hoped that his daughter could live a better life.

Cheng Feng didn't think that his father-in-law's idea was good. This wasn't the world of free marriage in his previous life, where you could get a divorce whenever you wanted. The initiative was always in the hands of the strong. Dare to resist and see what happens?

Do you believe that you can be killed openly and no one will help you speak?

Since he stepped down from the Hongmen leadership, his father-in-law had gradually lost his former flattery and ingratiation towards him.

Cheng Feng didn't care. He lived a simple life with his wife, children, and a warm bed. He would deal with his sister-in-law's affairs when they happened.

He wasn't so idle that he had to take care of everything. It wasn't necessary.

The alchemy of Lingfang Dao, the overall development of Hongmen, and Cheng Feng's most valued martial arts cultivation and intelligence news.

These things were all related to Cheng Feng's development.

Wife, children, money, he had everything, and he had to think about what his children would do when they grew up.

Since his rebirth, he wasn't a rich second generation, but it was always no problem to be the father of a rich second generation. His children's future was also within Cheng Feng's consideration.

Soon, the Jinxiu Tower auction time arrived.

Outside Jinxiu Tower, the lights were on, the voices were loud, and the scene was bustling. Tonight, a grand auction will be held here, attracting warriors and rich people from all directions.

Cheng Feng led a few carefully selected disciples and appeared in front of the Jinxiu Tower on time, his eyes flashing with anticipation and excitement.

For Cheng Feng, the only goal at tonight's auction was the "Silk Weaving Art."

This is a rare cultivation technique that assists in the Bone Refining Realm. Its value lies not only in its ability to greatly increase cultivation speed, but also in its universality and inheritance.

In Cheng Feng's view, although pills are good, they are ultimately limited in quantity, and once a cultivation technique is mastered, it can benefit the entire family or force, and its importance is self-evident.

As the auction began, Cheng Feng and his party quickly found their seats.

The boxes were reserved for people with status and status. Cheng Feng and his party were not famous, so they had to sit in the hall.

As the auction items appeared on the auction stage one by one, Cheng Feng's heart was calm.

What he was most concerned about was the "Silk Weaving Art" that had not yet appeared.

Cheng Feng secretly prayed that the competition would not be too fierce.

As the auction gradually progressed to a climax, although Cheng Feng and his party had taken their seats, their minds were difficult to calm down.

A medicinal herb, five thousand taels,

A prescription, thirty thousand taels

Swords, sabers, secrets, secret techniques are all about the needs of warriors, ridiculously expensive, each starting at five thousand taels.

Cheng Feng recognized some things, and even if he didn't recognize some, he felt that they were valuable.

Cheng Feng originally brought one hundred thousand taels in his space ring, and he gave Wei Zhuang thirty thousand taels as expenses, leaving seventy thousand taels.

But the way the wealthy families and merchants of the Prefectural City spent money like water made Cheng Feng feel that he had never seen the world. Everyone was prepared and bidding frantically.

The Hongmen disciples brought by Cheng Feng were even more surprised. This was the paradise of the rich.

On the contrary, Cheng Feng was afraid that he would not have enough money. Everyone knew that the finale was the most expensive!