Chapter 313: My Name is Lin Feng
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Looking at Lin Feng, Ren Qingkuang felt the weight of the burden on his shoulders. Ever since he followed Lin Feng, he had also wondered whether Lin Feng could truly lead the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry to glory.
He hoped Lin Feng could shoulder this heavy responsibility. Yet, before long, Lin Feng had given him an unparalleled shock. Just these one hundred and twenty thousand pills, allowing the thirty-thousand-strong legion to cross an entire realm, would have taken him several years of struggle, and even then, he might not have been able to accomplish it. But Lin Feng had done it in a single day.
Moreover, Lin Feng was now handing the burden back to him, letting him bear it.
"Uncle Ren, I'll have the two elders help all of you step into the Mysterious Martial Realm. That way, our strength will rise another level," Lin Feng spoke again. Ren Qingkuang and the other two's eyes focused. The Mysterious Martial Realm!
Who didn't yearn for formidable strength?
"Elder Huo, Elder Chi." Lin Feng turned his gaze to the two elders. They pondered for a moment, then said, "We'll find a way."
"Good." Lin Feng nodded, then said to Ren Qingkuang, "Uncle Ren, you, Uncle Feng, and Uncle Lei are all seasoned battlefield commanders, so naturally, I don't need to teach you anything. I only want to say that although we are no longer on the battlefield now, the Crimson Blood Legion must not lose its bloodlust. Whether for strength or courage, the fighting must continue. Only by constantly battling danger can we break through ourselves. From now on, the Crimson Blood Army must frequently be taken out for training—real life-and-death training. Show no mercy. Without experiencing the ordeal of death, no one can achieve greatness."
This legion had survived the battlefield. It was easy to imagine that after the great upheaval last time, Ren Qingkuang naturally didn't want any of these soldiers to die. Lin Feng had to remind him. If this iron-blooded legion were raised in a greenhouse, would they still be who they once were?
"Alright." Ren Qingkuang nodded heavily. He understood Lin Feng's meaning, and he also knew his own thoughts. Lin Feng's reminder was correct. If he protected this legion, keeping them from danger, what meaning would their survival have? These men were not afraid of death. The Crimson Blood Legion should live and die with glory!
"Uncle Ren, discuss with the two elders if there's anything you need to coordinate. I'll go into seclusion for a while, then leave Yangzhou City for the Imperial City."
Lin Feng greeted Ren Qingkuang and the two elders, then left. He went to check on Meng Qing, who had settled Yun Xi, and then began his secluded cultivation.
The Remnant Soul Heaven Art was immensely powerful. Using the Soul Sacrifice, he could even command his Martial Soul, the Purple Serpent, to kill Mysterious Martial Realm experts. This unique ability was Lin Feng's trump card. He needed to cultivate the Remnant Soul Heaven Art, split off more remnant souls, strengthen his soul power, control his Martial Soul more perfectly, sharpen his reactions, and make his strength even greater.
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The outer city of the Imperial Capital was still bustling with endless traffic and crowds, extremely lively.
At the Qingxin Tavern, many figures leaned against the railings, watching the long lines of people below, discussing among themselves.
"Duan Lie is truly from the Imperial family. Although he hasn't entered the center of the Snow Moon Imperial Family, his status is still extraordinary."
"That's right. On Duan Yu's wedding day, what a grand spectacle."
In the tavern, low voices kept emerging. Everyone was discussing the same topic: Duan Yu's wedding.
At this moment, in the Qingxin Tavern, one table was particularly eye-catching. At that table sat two very beautiful women. One wore a light veil, but just her silhouette made people feel breathless.
The other woman had eyes like autumn waves, her gaze flickering with endless charm, especially alluring. Moreover, her figure was exceptionally voluptuous, especially her full chest, which seemed ready to burst forth, exuding an irresistible seductive power.
As for the handsome young man sitting at the same table with the two beauties, he was directly ignored by the crowd. Occasionally, murderous glances fell on him, filled with naked jealousy, as if they wished to take his place.
"Duan Yu has Imperial bloodline, noble and beautiful, but I didn't expect there to be two even more beautiful women in this Qingxin Tavern. Unfortunately, Duan Yu is marrying a genius from the Snow Moon Holy Academy, while the two beauties are following some nobody."
Someone deliberately spoke sarcastically, his voice very loud, making it clearly audible throughout the tavern.
"That's right. I heard that Wenren Yan was once the number one genius of the Cloud Sea Sect. Later, on the day the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed, the Celestial Wolf King discovered his talent and deliberately offered him great benefits to recruit him. Wenren Yan abandoned the darkness for the light and joined the Snow Moon Holy Academy. His decision was indeed extremely wise. If he had stayed in the Cloud Sea Sect, the so-called number one genius would have only ended up dead. But by joining the Snow Moon Holy Academy, he had the chance to shine in the Imperial Capital. I heard that Wenren Yan has now reached the formidable strength of the Spirit Martial Realm, Seventh Layer, and his Martial Soul, the Blue Bamboo, is also extremely powerful. Paired with Duan Yu, who has Imperial blood, they are quite a good match."
"What does Wenren Yan count as the number one genius of the Cloud Sea Sect? Lin Feng was the most dazzling genius disciple of the Cloud Sea Sect back then, right? At that time, the Celestial Wolf King destroyed the Cloud Sea Sect, and many genius disciples defected. Only Lin Feng held fast to righteousness. His heart was as firm as a rock. That's why he was destined to achieve extraordinary things."
A young man of about fifteen argued, showing some disdain for the previous speaker's words.
Lin Feng—though he hadn't appeared in the Imperial Capital for over half a year—his deeds of burning the city with fire and single-handedly rescuing the princess were still circulating in the Imperial Capital. Lin Feng was also admired and looked up to by many youths. They regarded Lin Feng as an idol, hoping to follow in his footsteps and become a great figure that shook Snow Moon.
"What do you know?" The previous speaker, exposed in his lie, coldly shouted, "Wenren Yan's talent is extraordinary. He is a genius disciple of the Snow Moon Holy Academy. Although his cultivation is at the Spirit Martial Realm, Seventh Layer, his combat power is already enough to fight against Spirit Martial Realm, Eighth Layer experts. As for this Lin Feng you speak of, no one even knows where he is. Who knows if he's alive or dead? What does he have to compare with Wenren Yan?"
"You're talking nonsense! How could Lin Feng be dead?" The young man shouted angrily, arguing back.
"What does it have to do with you if I say Lin Feng is dead? Watch your mouth." The other party said coldly, a trace of chill emanating from him, extremely indifferent. He had just been wanting to show off in front of the two beauties, and now someone had delivered himself to him.
"Wenren Yan—how can he compare to Lin Feng? You're the one talking nonsense." The young man's face was cold. Although the other party's aura was strong, he still argued.
At this moment, the voluptuous beauty smiled lightly at the handsome young man beside her and said softly, "I didn't expect there to be someone so blindly worshiping you, even disregarding the consequences for your sake."
A bitter smile appeared on Lin Feng's lips as he rubbed his nose. How had he suddenly felt so old?
You see, from the time the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed and he entered the Imperial Capital until now, not even two years had passed. He was only eighteen years old now, yet he was already being pursued by others.
Of course, whose two years had been as thrilling as his? He had hovered between life and death many times, experiencing events that shook his heart.
Even he himself felt like he had been in this world for a very, very long time!
"I didn't expect Wenren Yan to be marrying Duan Yu. Interesting!" A faint smile appeared on Lin Feng's lips. It was time to settle accounts with Wenren Yan. Today seemed perfect.
At that moment, the man who had cursed Lin Feng as dead grew colder and colder as he walked toward the young man, saying coldly, "You reckless fool who doesn't know when to die. Since your mouth can't stay clean, I'll help you."
The man walked toward the young man, then his palm suddenly trembled as he swung it out. The young man's face changed drastically, frozen in place as he stared blankly at the falling palm.
"Swish!" A sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out. The man's swinging palm trembled, then he suddenly withdrew it, shouting, "Who!"
As his voice fell, his gaze slowly turned, and then he saw Lin Feng walking slowly toward him.
"You want to die too, don't you?" The man saw it was Lin Feng, a sneer filling his eyes.
"I don't want to die. I just want to tell you that your mouth isn't very clean," Lin Feng said indifferently.
"My mouth isn't clean?" The man sneered. "What right do you have to say that about me?"
"Because my name is Lin Feng!"
A voice came from Lin Feng's mouth, causing the sneer on the man's face to instantly freeze.
My name is Lin Feng!
Lin Feng!
In the tavern, it suddenly became silent!