Feng Ji was taken aback for a moment, his expression finally became more solemn. Looking at the young man in front, he said:
The swordsman spoke briefly and then turned to leave, the elegant shopkeeper escorted the swordsman to the door, reluctantly returning only after he was gone.
Feng Ji tapped his folding fan against his palm, whispering softly:
"Heavenly Sword Sect, Hong Feibai."
After Feng Ji returned home, he told his grandfather everything he saw today.
His grandfather was over seventy years old, his white hair shiny and glossy, dressed in white hempen clothes, appearing warm and amiable. However, everyone who knew this elder treated him with utmost respect, not daring to be the least bit disrespectful.
This elder once held the position of the proper Third Rank, a rare evergreen presence in officialdom. Now retired at home, indifferent to imperial court matters, yet still having guests come often. After listening to his grandson, he chuckled and said:
"Hong Feibai, I've heard of this person before. He's a decent swordsman. In the past few years, he's fought several duels in Heaven Capital City. Although young, he already possesses Sixth Rank martial arts skills."
"In the future, I don't know about Fourth Rank, but the Fifth Rank barriers surely won't be able to stop him."
Feng Ji was somewhat surprised and said, "At such an age, he's achieved such skills?"
"If one can reach Fifth Rank before thirty, joining the military could even see them become a Great General of a region..."
The old man leisurely took a sip of tea and said:
"You might as well take this opportunity to form a connection with him."
"A Fifth Rank swordsman in Jianghu is equivalent to a Senior Minister. Though our family is large, our martial prowess can't match those noble clans of several hundred years."
Feng Ji nodded and said, "Grandson understands."
The elder saw his understanding and said no more, only adding:
"As for Wang Anfeng? It's a pity..."
"I once saw Zhang Duo, his presence was extraordinary, and I knew his capabilities. The ancient city of Loulan is indeed too remote, and rumors can be misleading. To have truly shattered three thousand iron cavalry? I doubt it, more likely it was Zhang Duo's efforts that allowed them to survive."
"It's just a pity, such an iron-willed military general, disappeared for over twenty years, and in the end, died in battle outside the domain. What a pity, what a pity. I only hope that the Master of Divine Martial he desperately protected is able to return alive from the Western Regions."
Feng Ji was a bit curious.
"Grandfather doesn't believe in him either?"
The old man sighed and said:
"Believe in? It's because you don't know. Besides the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, what else is there? Do you know back then where the nobles of the Six Kingdoms went, apart from those who died or entered the imperial court?"
"They are all in the Western Regions."
"On a daily basis, they behave quietly, but given the chance, they wouldn't hesitate to trip up our Great Qin... Ah, the young ones..."
The elder seemed to feel a sense of unfulfilled potential.
At this moment, the sound of wings flapping came from the sky. The elder paused in his words and, together with Feng Ji, looked up to see a bird swooping down like a stream of light in the night. Just as Feng Ji was curious, he saw a man rushing from where the bird descended, looking slightly anxious. He promptly stood up and said:
"Did something happen? Grandfather, let me go check it out."
The elder nodded in agreement.
Feng Ji quickly followed. The elder brewed himself a cup of tea, his mind swirling with thoughts.
Divine Martial Mansion...
Ah, Zhang Duo is gone too. This affair is Divine Martial's final, flickering moment.
After a moment, Feng Ji reappeared before the elder. His expression was no longer as composed as before, and the hand holding the jade fan trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably.
The elder poured himself tea, smiling as he said:
"Is there any news? Tell me what you found..."
Feng Ji took a deep breath, glanced at the elder, and said:
"Divine Martial Wang Anfeng has appeared..."
The elder maintained a calm demeanor, smiling as he sipped his tea, saying:
"Wang Anfeng, huh? That's normal. But why are you so shaken? It seems quite significant news?"
"Did he manage to break through the Western Regions?"
"If so, Zhang Duo's death was not in vain."
Feng Ji shook his head and looked at the elder.
"He didn't come out, he went north."
"He found the corpses of seven martial artists on his way, the Seven Heroes of Liu State, all of them Fifth Rank."
"Word on the streets is, the Seven Heroes of Liu State blocked the Master of Divine Martial."
"He... he slew them all..."
The old man's hands trembled slightly, spilling some tea onto the ground, his eyes vacant.
"Blocked his path..."
"Slew them all?" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NoveIꜰire.net
"What does he intend to do?!"
PS: Today's update is here...
Four thousand seven hundred words, but tomorrow will be an explosion of updates.
Ah, in these next couple of days, this volume should end~