Coming Like Thunder

"I originally thought the Three Immortals Sword could handle the Marrow Refining Realm. Looks like I was a bit too optimistic."

Chen Fei murmured to himself. Without actual combat, relying on judgment alone could lead to enormous deviations in many things. Jian Liang and Zhang Xianping were both in the Bone Forging Realm, but the difference in their fighting strength was vast.

Never underestimate your enemy, or in the future you might not even get to see anyone—because you would already be dead.

He looked at the messy courtyard, and at the corpses on the ground.

The plan had been somewhat disrupted. When the Zhao Family sent people tomorrow, Chen Fei did not even know how he should explain this. The three people before him had all died together? That would be very hard to convince anyone of, because the wounds on the two guards' necks were too clean.

One glance told you they had been killed outright without much ability to resist.

"Looks like this identity can't be used anymore."

Chen Fei sighed softly, dealt with the three bodies briefly, and threw them into other ruined courtyards where no one lived.

Zhang Xianping had some silver taels on him, but not the secret manual Chen Fei had imagined. Zhang Xianping's inheritance was clearly extraordinary. Unfortunately, it had given Chen Fei no chance to obtain the cultivation method.

Chen Fei returned indoors and stuffed all the necessary items into the wooden cabinet. Then he placed the wooden cabinet into the space grid.

After that, he changed his appearance completely and arrived at the black market.

"I was just about to look for you. Three days from now, at Chen Shi, gather at the Wind-Moving Stone. We won't wait past the time. Don't be late."

In front of the stall, when Chi Defeng saw Chen Fei appear, he hurriedly pulled him into the room and said in a low voice.

"Good!"

Before he even asked, he had gotten the information he needed, and a smile could not help appearing on Chen Fei's face. He could finally leave Pingyin County. Chen Fei's bottom line was seven days. If there was no news about leaving within seven days, he would leave alone.

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

Of course, more importantly, the mark of Bone-Attached Gangrene left Chen Fei feeling like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat. Since he clearly knew something would go wrong, he naturally had to run as far away as possible.

"Three days from now, Chen Shi. Remember!"

Before Chen Fei left, Chi Defeng reminded him again. Chen Fei waved his hand and walked out of the house.

He circled through several shadowy places in the black market, changed his appearance again, and arrived in front of the stall that purchased medicinal pills.

"You're here!"

Seeing Chen Fei, the stall owner's face immediately showed delight. Chen Fei had not appeared these past two days, leaving the stall owner unable to eat or sleep in peace. This was the rhythm of his supply being cut off.

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

Chen Fei nodded in acknowledgment and took out the medicinal pills from his bundle. Fifteen minutes later, the transaction between the two sides was complete, and Chen Fei's bundle had gained more than a thousand taels of silver.

He did not recharge it into the panel. Three days from now, he would still need ready silver; once recharged, it could not be taken out again.

Chen Fei did not linger in the black market. He turned and left. Just as he walked out of the shop, a feeling of being followed and watched rose in his heart.

Chen Fei frowned slightly. This did not seem like the sort of little tail from before, because the hostility was somewhat strong, even carrying killing intent.

Chen Fei glanced over and saw someone looking at him as if intentionally and unintentionally. Chen Fei recalled the stall owner's seemingly casual remarks back inside the room just now, and his heart could not help stirring.

Without making a sound, Chen Fei casually strolled around the black market. After passing through several forks in the road, when he appeared again, Chen Fei had already changed both his face and his outfit.

Those watching gazes instantly vanished.

Chen Fei walked around the black market two more times before leaving it.

Several hundred meters away.

"Big Brother, we lost him!"

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

Ling Hanjun kicked the man over. In the black market, as long as Ling Hanjun felt someone was suspicious, he had them detained. He had been doing this for the past few days.

As for today's man, although the probability was very low—after all, the difference in movement technique was great—his disguise technique was so high that it was better to kill the wrong person than let him go.

He had not expected that after finally waiting for the other party to appear today and sell medicinal pills, his subordinates would directly lose him.

"The profits from selling medicinal pills are enormous. I refuse to believe you'll never show up again!"

Ling Hanjun's eyes were filled with gloom and coldness. In order to find that person, as for whether the others were wronged or not, Ling Hanjun simply did not care.

Chen Fei stood on a high place, looking from afar toward Ling Hanjun's side. After cultivating the Bow Technique, Chen Fei's eyesight had naturally improved by quite a bit. Therefore, even though it was night right now, Chen Fei could still see the distant scene.

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

The bowstring was drawn to its limit. The next moment, an arrow sliced across the long sky and plunged into the chest of a rebel soldier. This was an archer.

"Enemy attack!"

With a cry of alarm, the people around Ling Hanjun abruptly went on guard. That shot just now had been too sudden, and many people had not seen where the arrow had flown from.

"Ah!"

Another pained cry rang out, and another person fell. It was still an archer. At this point, the two archers Ling Hanjun had brought had both fallen to the ground.

"Over there! Charge up!"

Ling Hanjun abruptly turned his head, and his figure vanished from where he stood, pouncing toward Chen Fei's location. The other rebel soldiers did not dare delay, following in Ling Hanjun's footsteps.

On the high point, Chen Fei was expressionless. The bow and arrow in his hand began shooting arrow after arrow toward the rebel soldiers, while he turned a blind eye to Ling Hanjun instead.

"Ah..."

Screams rang out without end, and the veins on Ling Hanjun's forehead stood out in fury. They had not even made it halfway before more than half of his men were already dead. These people had all been his original subordinates, the ones who had joined the Rebel Army together with him.

In other words, if all these people died, it would no longer be so easy for Ling Hanjun to order people around as arrogantly as he did now.

"Stop!"

Ling Hanjun shouted angrily and continued pouncing toward Chen Fei himself.

Chen Fei mechanically drew his bow and loosed arrows. The arrows in the quiver on his back emptied, and a new batch would immediately appear; Chen Fei's hands did not stop for even an instant.

Those Rebel Army soldiers stopped where they were and guarded one another, so the threat of Chen Fei's arrows became much lower. At most, they caused some injuries, but they could no longer kill as they had just now.

Chen Fei's gaze shifted. Looking at Ling Hanjun drawing closer and closer, he sent the bow and arrow in his hand flying toward him.

Clang!

Ling Hanjun knocked the arrow aside with one slash. Arrows of this level of force posed very little threat to him. But inevitably, Ling Hanjun's speed dropped.

Chen Fei did not care whether he could injure Ling Hanjun or not. Arrow after arrow shot rapidly toward Ling Hanjun. The many profundities of the Bow Technique turned through Chen Fei's mind, and Ling Hanjun's speed grew slower and slower.

After a dozen breaths, the arrows in the quiver on Chen Fei's back were finally exhausted.

A savage grin appeared on Ling Hanjun's face. Just as he was about to pounce at Chen Fei, he saw a smile appear on Chen Fei's face as well. With a sway of his figure, Chen Fei vanished from where he stood.

He came like thunder gathering wrath, and ceased like river and sea condensing clear light.

Under Ling Hanjun's somewhat dazed gaze, Chen Fei sped away at an inconceivable speed.

This kind of Movement Technique was so fast that it forcibly pressed even the will to chase out of Ling Hanjun. Even if he used the Secret Art and pills he had newly obtained, he still would not catch up.

This was too much of a bully.