Coming Like Thunder

"Three Immortal Swords were originally meant to handle the Marrow Refinement Realm. It seemed I had been a little too optimistic."

Chen Fei murmured to himself. Without actual combat, relying solely on judgment could lead to enormous discrepancies in many matters. Jian Liang and Zhang Xianping had both been in the Bone Forging Realm, yet their combat strength had been worlds apart.

Never underestimate your enemy, or one day, you might not even see them anymore—because you would already be dead.

He looked at the disorder in the courtyard and the corpses on the ground.

The plan had been somewhat disrupted. When the Zhao Family came tomorrow, Chen Fei did not even know how he would explain this. The three before him had perished in mutual destruction? That would be difficult to believe, because the wounds on the two guards' necks were far too clean.

At a glance, it was clear they had possessed virtually no ability to resist before being killed outright.

"It seems this identity can no longer be used."

Chen Fei let out a faint sigh, dealt with the three corpses a little, then threw them into another dilapidated, unoccupied courtyard.

Zhang Xianping had some silver on him, but no manuals like Chen Fei had imagined. Zhang Xianping's inheritance was clearly extraordinary, but unfortunately, he had not been given the chance to pass any techniques on to Chen Fei.

Chen Fei returned to the room and stuffed all the necessities into a wooden cabinet, then placed the cabinet into his spatial grid.

He then changed his appearance and entered the Dark market.

"I was just looking for you. Gather at Windstone at the hour of the dragon three days from now. Anyone late will not be waited for, so do not be late."

Before the stall, Chi Defeng saw Chen Fei appear and hurriedly pulled him into the room, speaking in a low voice.

"Alright!"

Before he had even asked, he had received the information he needed. A smile could not help appearing on Chen Fei's face. At last, he would be leaving Pingyin County. Chen Fei's limit was seven days; if there was no news of departure within seven days, he would leave alone.

He had not dared before, but now that he had the spatial grid and could carry many things, Chen Fei had gained a little more confidence.

Of course, more importantly, the mark of the bone-attached sore was a fishbone stuck in Chen Fei's throat. Knowing full well that trouble would come, he naturally had to flee as far away as possible.

"The hour of the dragon three days from now. Remember it!"

Before Chen Fei left, Chi Defeng reminded him once more. Chen Fei waved a hand and walked out of the room.

After circling through several dark corners of the Dark market and changing his appearance again, Chen Fei arrived before a stall that purchased pills.

"You're here!"

Upon seeing Chen Fei, delight immediately appeared on the stall owner's face. Chen Fei had not appeared these past two days, leaving the owner unable to eat or sleep in peace. This was the rhythm of his supply drying up.

Over the past few days, the stall owner had been cursing those people who had come probing. Fortunately, Chen Fei had finally appeared, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Fei nodded and took the pills from his bundle. A quarter of an hour later, the transaction was complete, and Chen Fei's bundle contained over a thousand taels of silver.

He did not recharge it onto the panel. He would still need physical silver three days later, and once it was recharged, it could not be withdrawn.

Chen Fei did not linger long in the Dark market before turning to leave. The moment he stepped out of the shop, a feeling of being followed and watched rose in his heart.

Chen Fei frowned slightly. This did not feel like one of those minor tails, because the hostility was somewhat strong, even carrying killing intent.

Chen Fei cast a glance aside and saw someone seemingly watching him without actually doing so. He recalled the stall owner's seemingly casual words inside the room just now, and his heart stirred.

Without a word, Chen Fei casually wandered through the Dark market. After passing several forks in the road, when he reappeared, he had already changed his face and attire.

Those watchful gazes vanished at once.

Chen Fei walked another two rounds through the Dark market before leaving.

Several hundred meters away.

"Big Brother, we lost him!"

"Trash! Didn't I tell you to be careful?"

Ling HanJun kicked the man to the ground. In the Dark market, anyone Ling HanJun considered suspicious had been detained by him. He had been doing this continuously these past few days.

As for the person today, although the odds were low, since his movement techniques differed greatly, his Disguise Technique was so exceptional that Ling HanJun would rather kill the wrong person than let the real one go.

Unexpectedly, after finally waiting for the other party to appear today and sell pills, his subordinates had directly lost him.

"The profit from selling pills is enormous. I refuse to believe you will never show yourself again!"

Ling HanJun's eyes were filled with chilliness. In order to find that person, he simply did not care whether the others had been wrongfully accused.

Chen Fei stood atop a high place, watching Ling HanJun's group from afar. After cultivating archery, Chen Fei's eyesight had naturally improved considerably. Thus, even in the darkness of night, he could still see the distant scene clearly.

The next moment, a longbow appeared in Chen Fei's hand. Having nearly been ambushed, how could Chen Fei possibly offer no response at all?

The bowstring was drawn to its limit. The next moment, an arrow tore through the sky and buried itself in a rebel soldier's chest. He was an archer.

"Enemy attack!"

With a startled cry, the people beside Ling HanJun abruptly went on alert. That attack had come too suddenly; many had not even seen where the arrow had flown from.

"Ah!"

Another agonized cry rang out, and another man fell. He too was an archer. At this point, the two archers Ling HanJun had brought were both down.

"Over there! Charge!"

Ling HanJun suddenly turned his head, his figure vanishing from where he stood as he lunged toward Chen Fei's position. The other rebel soldiers did not dare delay and followed in Ling HanJun's footsteps.

From the high ground, Chen Fei remained expressionless as the arrows in his hand began shooting one after another toward the rebel soldiers, while he treated Ling HanJun as though he did not exist.

"Ah..."

Miserable cries rang out without end, and veins bulged across Ling HanJun's forehead in fury. Before he had even crossed half the distance, more than half of his men were already dead. These had all been his former subordinates, and they had joined the rebel army alongside him.

In other words, if these people all died, it would not be so easy for Ling HanJun to lord over others as he did now.

"You lot, stop!"

Ling HanJun roared and continued charging toward Chen Fei alone.

Chen Fei drew and fired mechanically. Whenever the arrows in the quiver on his back ran out, a fresh batch immediately appeared. His hands did not stop for even an instant.

Those rebel soldiers stopped where they were and guarded one another, greatly reducing the threat posed by Chen Fei's arrows. At most, they would suffer some injuries; they could no longer be killed as easily as before.

Chen Fei's gaze shifted to Ling HanJun, who was drawing closer and closer, and the arrows in his hand flew toward him.

Clang!

Ling HanJun knocked aside an arrow with a slash. Arrows with such force posed little threat to him. But inevitably, Ling HanJun's speed slowed.

Chen Fei did not care whether he could wound Ling HanJun. Arrow after arrow swiftly shot toward him. The myriad subtleties of archery turned within Chen Fei's heart, and Ling HanJun's speed became slower and slower.

More than a dozen breaths later, the arrows in Chen Fei's quiver were finally exhausted.

A savage smile appeared on Ling HanJun's face. Just as he was about to pounce on Chen Fei, he saw a smile appear on Chen Fei's face as well. With a flicker of his body, Chen Fei vanished from the spot.

Coming like thunder to quell surging fury, departing like rivers and seas congealing clear light.

Under Ling HanJun's somewhat stunned gaze, Chen Fei sped away at an inconceivable velocity.

This movement technique was so fast that it forcibly crushed even Ling HanJun's desire to give chase. Even if he used the secret technique and pills he had just acquired, he still could not catch up.

This was simply too humiliating.