#283 - Chapter 283 Inventory

Cheng Feng returned to the inn and immediately found a relatively secluded corner, gasping for breath as if to expel all the previous tension and pressure with that one breath.

He knew the danger of this trip; a slight mistake could lead to eternal doom, but the sense of accomplishment at this moment made him temporarily forget his fatigue and fear.

Lianshan Prefecture City, this bustling city, was about to become an important stop in the Hongmen's expansion. As the mastermind behind the Hongmen, his every move was related to the future of the entire organization.

Therefore, he had to be careful and proceed cautiously, ensuring that every step he took was steady and powerful.

Thinking of this, Cheng Feng's gaze could not help but fall on the space ring. This ring contained not only thirty thousand taels of silver but also the proof of his wisdom and courage.

He gently caressed the ring, a satisfied smile creeping onto his lips.

In order to completely eliminate hidden dangers, Cheng Feng decided to immediately dispose of the body. He quietly came to the kitchen corner in the backyard of the inn.

This place was sparsely populated and chaotic, making it a good place to deal with such matters. He skillfully opened the space ring, dragged out the corpse, and began to carefully search it.

Searching the corpse was the best way to gain something, aiming to find valuable information or items from the enemy or the deceased.

Cheng Feng's technique was fast and accurate, and he quickly found two secret manuals on the corpse. One was the "Silk Thread Skill," the target of Cheng Feng's dreams, and the other, in Cheng Feng's view, was the "Air-Breaking Palm," which could be practiced to the late stage of Viscera Training.

This made Cheng Feng's eyes light up. Wasn't this the move that person used to amplify his power from a distance?

He didn't expect to have such a harvest.

There was also a token with the words "Xu Tian" written on the front and "Red Lotus" on the back, which stunned Cheng Feng.

He had heard about the rebel party a couple of years ago. Had they suddenly appeared in reality and been killed by him?

"The rebel party is not to be trifled with. Fortunately, no one knows I killed him," Cheng Feng remained calm. As long as no one knew his identity, even if others died, they wouldn't associate it with him.

There were also some silver notes. Cheng Feng counted them. Good heavens, a scattered 110,000 taels, almost a third of the value of the Silk Thread Skill!

Indeed, people don't get rich without unexpected wealth, and horses don't get fat without grazing at night.

Cheng Feng looked at the gains in front of him and stored them all in his space ring, securing them for himself.

As for the corpse, Cheng Feng directly poured the oil from the kitchen onto Xu Tian's shattered body, then used the firewood next to it to set it up perfectly.

In order to destroy the scene afterward, the kitchen was directly burned down. Anyway, it was his own property. Self-sabotage could clear the inn of suspicion. Why not?

Back in his room, he carefully took out the Silk Thread Skill and gently opened it. After a rough look, Cheng Feng understood why the Silk Thread Skill could help Bone Tempering martial artists advance quickly.

It recorded a method of condensing blood energy into threads and controlling blood energy to grind bones.

Cheng Feng had seen that the techniques of Bone Tempering martial artists relied on tonics to replenish blood energy and then let the blood energy wash through the bone crevices like streams, infiltrating the blood and then the bones, and then from the bones back to the blood.

This was very much in line with Cheng Feng's understanding of the concept of bone marrow producing blood.

But this was slow after all, very slow, requiring a lot of medicinal materials and family wealth. Many people were stuck in Bone Tempering because of this reason.

And it was also difficult to break through to Bone Tempering from Blood Refining, difficult because the blood energy was not sufficient. No one knew when their blood energy would be considered sufficient.

Eldest Sister Zhao Wei was an example of this.

Each level was more difficult than the last.

Each level was more dangerous than the last.

With the Silk Thread Skill, it used drugs to assist in condensing blood energy into threads, improving the martial artist's control over the blood threads, and targeting the bones with targeted bursts.

Wasn't this stronger than blood energy washing!

Cheng Feng held the Silk Thread Skill in his hand, as if he had obtained the key to the rise of a force.

The next day, the news of the Silk Thread Skill, which had caused a stir last night, spread through the streets and alleys.

"Did you hear? A cultivation technique, 300,000 taels! That's enough for me to eat, drink, and have fun for several lifetimes!"

"What's wrong? Liu Laoer, are you envious? You probably haven't heard that Fang Lian of the Hengshi Gang was killed last night?"

The surrounding people, hearing this shocking news, discussed it animatedly: "Fang Lian was a Bone Tempering expert with external martial arts. How could he die so easily?"

The person who released the inside information looked at everyone waiting for the following information and stroked his goatee: "I haven't eaten yet this morning!"

An impatient person said: "Hey, tell us quickly."

A clever person next to him pulled the middle-aged man with the goatee to sit down and shouted to the shopkeeper: "My Brother Chen is hungry. First, bring a bowl of mutton soup, then two cakes."

The goatee man nodded and began to say while enjoying the hot soup: "Last night, I heard that a True Qi realm martial artist was lurking around.

After killing someone, the body disappeared out of thin air, and not a few drops of blood were left behind.

Do you think this possibility is high?"

Everyone was in an uproar, and some people didn't believe it.

The goatee man sneered: "Go to the fourth street of Linghua Square and you will know. First, look at the sword marks on the wall, and then look at the bloodstains on the ground, and you will know."

Seeing the goatee man so sure, some people in the crowd really went to the fourth street of Linghua Square to take a look.

Cheng Feng, dressed in green, was drinking mutton soup next to him, listening to the news that had spread from last night while enjoying the side dishes.

He shook his head inwardly. The people of this Great Zhou were also capable of brainstorming.

However, there were indeed good people among the trackers, who could analyze the situation last night quite accurately.

This reminded Cheng Feng that there were no more talents in Qingxi County.

If there were any, they were already in Hongmen's bowl.

But to what extent could talents from small counties reach?

The talents in the prefecture city were of a higher level and more comprehensive.

After eating breakfast peacefully, Cheng Feng took a group of wounded swordsmen and directly evacuated.

He had obtained what he should have, so of course, he had to leave this place of right and wrong.

Cheng Feng didn't believe that anyone could check his space ring.

Being able to think of the True Qi martial artist level was already good.

Cheng Feng shook his head secretly, feeling both helpless and admiring of the imagination of the Great Zhou people.

Things related to martial artists were often more complicated than ordinary people imagined, but the people's brainstorming could sometimes guess some truths.

However, this made Cheng Feng understand that there were indeed experts among the trackers last night, and their ability to analyze was so strong that he had to admire them.

This ability to quickly sort out complex situations was very rare anywhere.

At the same time, he also realized that there were still many talents in the prefecture city that could be absorbed by the Hongmen.

The current Sword Hall was too weak.

The martial arts talents in Qingxi County had almost been scavenged by the Hongmen. Even if there were any survivors, they were just small fish and shrimps, and it was difficult to pose a real threat to the Hongmen.

But it didn't mean that the forces in the prefecture city were weak. The beheading tactic was applicable everywhere.

He kept this in mind.

After eating breakfast peacefully, Cheng Feng took a group of wounded swordsmen and directly evacuated. They had achieved their goal on this trip and obtained what they should have, so naturally, there was no need to stay in this place of right and wrong for a long time.

Cheng Feng was full of confidence in his space ring.

Even the top tracking experts would find it difficult to detect the gains in his ring.