Chapter Twenty: Apology

"Personal, personal disciple!"

The two seemed to be scared silly.

Frozen in place.

They never expected that the young man before them was Zhou Bingzhong's personal disciple!

For a moment, the Black Robe Figure's hatred for the Lin Family deepened—

For such a small sum, he was asked to kill a Great Martial Master's personal disciple!

The Black Robe Figure no longer dared to call him "brother," and changed his address to Chen Feng as "Sir." Liu Dabiao, even more decisively, called him "Master Chen."

Both had humble expressions.

They respectfully saw Chen Feng off.

"Damn it! The Lin Family! They made me offend Master Zhou's personal disciple! I'm going to tell the Gang Leader!"

Any thoughts of revenge or retribution vanished with the wind, along with Chen Feng's casual remark, "personal disciple."

After seeing Chen Feng off, the Black Robe Figure began to curse loudly, denouncing the Lin Family for hiding information.

In truth, when the Lin Family approached the Black Tiger Gang, Chen Feng had not yet become a personal disciple.

It was simply that in this era, information traveled slowly. News from the city took longer to reach the slums.

Liu Dabiao cowered to the side, silent, afraid of attracting trouble.

At the same time, he was immersed in the sorrow of having no money.

After a few curses, the Black Robe Hall Master still felt unsatisfied. He glanced at Liu Dabiao.

Seeing his muscular physique but cowardly demeanor, like a wronged young lady, he couldn't help but curse:

"Waste!"

He then kicked him to vent his anger.

However...

At that moment, Liu Dabiao happened to turn around, causing the kick to land directly on Liu Dabiao's groin.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Agony exploded in his lower body. Liu Dabiao's face turned red, his legs went weak, and he painfully knelt on the ground, clutching himself and howling.

Tears and snot streamed down his face from the pain.

The Black Robe Hall Master's heart trembled upon seeing this.

He felt his legs suddenly tighten.

This was not his intention at all.

He had only meant to kick his butt.

Who would have thought...

The Black Robe Hall Master wanted to say something but stopped. That area was a vital point, and moreover, as a Martial Artist, his strength was even greater. He was afraid...

But he still couldn't bring himself to apologize.

He merely snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Chen Feng tore up all the notes, IOUs, and the like, leaving behind the silver and Pills.

There were over twenty taels of silver in total.

Liu Dabiao's contribution accounted for more than half.

Then he took the Pills to the pharmacy to have a physician examine them.

They were just a few Qi Blood Pills, their price far inferior to Blood Condensing Pills.

The effect of Qi Blood Pills was equivalent to relatively low-grade blood food. Most Martial Artists who couldn't afford exotic beast meat would choose these Pills.

They also had the effect of tempering Qi and blood.

However, the effect was average.

After confirming they were safe, Chen Feng chewed and swallowed the Pills like candy.

He returned to the martial arts school at dusk.

Chen Feng prepared to find his friend to chat.

Stepping into the courtyard, Chen Feng looked around and finally found the familiar figure sitting on a stone bench under a tree.

Meng Zhaowu was currently chatting with Song Linzhou about something.

With his senses enhanced, Chen Feng could hear their conversation from the courtyard entrance.

"Meng Xiong, you absolutely have to help me."

"Song Xiong, this..."

Meng Zhaowu showed a conflicted expression.

Chen Feng walked up to the two of them and asked:

"What's wrong? You look troubled."

"Chen Xiong! How did you get here!"

Surprise appeared on Meng Zhaowu's face. He hadn't expected Chen Feng to show up at this moment.

Song Linzhou was equally surprised, but he silently shrank his head, fear flashing in his eyes.

"Why can't I be here? I'll basically be living in the martial arts school from now on," Chen Feng joked with a smile.

"Also, what are you guys...?"

Before Meng Zhaowu could speak.

Song Linzhou spoke first:

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Chen."

The sudden apology left Chen Feng confused. Had this person done anything to offend him?

Although Chen Feng didn't hold grudges.

His memory was still quite good.

He could vaguely recall the foreman at the dock who had cheated him out of money, the shopkeeper at the restaurant who had called him unobservant, Liu Dabiao who had ordered his underlings to kick him a couple of times, and Sun Qiang who had pretended to be drunk to swindle him out of several meals...

Hmm... vaguely recalled.

Chen Feng looked at Song Linzhou, his mind racing.

Still no impression.

Song Linzhou continued:

"I am a disciple of Gun Yuan, Song Linzhou. I wonder if Senior Brother still remembers me?"

"That day, I was ignorant and offended Senior Brother Chen. So, I wanted to ask Meng Xiong to help me intercede and find an opportunity to apologize to Senior Brother Chen."

Gun Yuan...

Chen Feng remembered.

This person once tried to recruit him.

In the end, he changed his mind because of his Zhong Xia Gen Gu.

Although Song Linzhou was a bit snobbish, he didn't cause Chen Feng any actual losses.

Chen Feng didn't take it to heart.

It was just a small matter.

So he said, "We are all disciples of the martial arts school, we are all our own people, I won't care about these things."

After speaking, he didn't forget to encourage Song Linzhou with a few words like "become a formal disciple as soon as possible."

Song Linzhou was filled with emotion after hearing this:

What a good person, Senior Brother Chen is truly a good person with a broad mind.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, I will definitely work harder."

Chen Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Then Senior Brother, I won't disturb you any longer, I'll take my leave now."

Song Linzhou looked up at Meng Zhaowu, but ultimately didn't have the nerve to sit down and chat together.

Instead, he chose to leave.

Song Linzhou couldn't help but fantasize, if on that day, he had treated Chen Feng sincerely, regardless of gain or loss.

Perhaps today, sitting under the tree, chatting with a Personal Disciple, would have been him, Song Linzhou.

But life is not full of so many "ifs."

After Song Linzhou left.

Chen Feng chose a stone stool and sat down.

"Three days no see, and you're even more impressive. I didn't expect Brother Chen to become a Personal Disciple so quickly. Congratulations, congratulations."

Meng Zhaowu congratulated Chen Feng from the bottom of his heart.

After Chen Feng thanked him, he asked:

"Has Brother Meng's boxing technique improved recently?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhaowu sighed:

"Alas... I'm not like Brother Chen. My boxing talent is mediocre. I've been pondering for so long and haven't even gotten started. It seems the Martial Way is not meant for me."

After some thought, Chen Feng promised:

"If you ever need help, feel free to come to me, whether it's about cultivation or personal matters."

When he had first become a Registered Disciple, Meng Zhaowu had given him quite a bit of silver.

Thanks to that money, too.

Chen Feng could buy meat, and even occasionally afford nourishing soup.

Chen Feng remembered all of this.

"Then thank you, Chen Xiong."

Meng Zhaowu cupped his hands in thanks.

"By the way, Chen Xiong, have you considered taking on an external position?"

Chen Feng nodded.

"I have considered it. Cultivating requires immense expenditure, and I should make preparations early."

Senior Brother Zhao had told Chen Feng that after becoming a Martial Artist, there were countless things that required money.

It was no different from burning money.

Without substantial financial backing.

The speed of improvement would slow down considerably.

There was a world of difference between before and after the Blood Refining Realm.

The saying "poor scholars, rich martial artists" began from this point.

Formal disciples were rarely seen in the martial arts hall because most people were busy making money.

Although Chen Feng was a Personal Disciple, he couldn't freeload.

Zhou Bingzhong did not provide much material assistance to his disciples, fearing it would breed laziness.

Senior Brother Yao and Senior Brother Zhao earned by helping out in the hall. Senior Brother Lu did some work outside the city. Senior Sister Su came from a wealthy family.

Meng Zhaowu grinned upon hearing this:

"I know a bit about some of the Factions within the city. Why don't you hear my suggestions, Chen Xiong?"