Chapter Thirty-Four Divergence

"Why did the Cheng Family only send one Bone Forging Martial Artist? Why did the Xu Family also send so few people?"

Chen Feng found it hard to ignore this question.

He wondered if this meant Cheng Tingxue had been abandoned by both families, tacitly agreeing to send her to Lu Hong.

As a gift to appease the Canal Gang.

Thinking this, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a trace of pity as he looked at the Horse Carriage.

Combined with her actions—

Despite her noble status, she had to personally apologize just to keep a few Martial Artists as support.

Like a caged bird.

Desperately struggling to break free from its cage, to control her own destiny.

As for the final outcome.

Chen Feng was not optimistic.

Because if his guess was correct, even if Cheng Tingxue ran back to Pingcheng, she would eventually be sent out again.

"Alas... poor thing."

Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh.

A woman who had to use her own appearance as a weapon for schemes, should she be called pathetic or pitiable?

Perhaps her only solace now was that maid, who was also a woman.

That was why she tolerated it again and again.

"Giddy up!"

Chen Feng flicked the horse whip.

He stopped thinking about it.

Everyone was beyond their control, and he was no exception. There was no need to worry about other people's affairs.

Noon, the sun hung high.

No one knew how far they had run, only that the horses were exhausted and had slowed down considerably.

The Official Road took a wide turn here.

Chen Feng recalled.

This area happened to be the territory of a group of Mountain Bandits.

Zhang Biao Tou had mentioned it once, and although Chen Feng hadn't seen any Mountain Bandits, he still kept it in mind.

"This damned place."

Among the Xu Family Martial Artists, the one with the square face spat on the ground, constantly complaining about how difficult the road was to travel.

One moment uphill, the next downhill.

It made people irritable.

Even Wang Huan and the others, who were professional escorts, couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed.

They hadn't slept for a whole day.

After learning that their enemy was the Canal Gang, the sense of urgency in their hearts never ceased.

Chen Feng didn't speak.

His attention was on a Mountain Ridge about two li ahead. That Mountain Ridge lay across their path, like a crouching giant beast.

Green leaves rustled in the wind, and the few crooked, old trees on top had been blown in one direction by the constant wind over the years.

Chen Feng still remembered.

When they passed here a few days ago, Zhang Biao Tou would first stop the caravan and send people to scout ahead.

Seeing the carriages and horses continuously approaching the Mountain Ridge, Chen Feng spoke:

"Should we send someone to check out that ridge ahead first?"

Cheng Li, who was driving the carriage, glanced at Chen Feng and was about to speak.

However, the Square-faced Xu Family Martial Artist beside him spoke first:

"So much nonsense. People are still chasing us from behind, and you're dawdling here."

Chen Feng didn't want to pay attention to this person.

He just quietly looked at Cheng Li.

Cheng Li was the only one present in the Bone Forging Realm, possessing the strongest strength and a neutral identity.

It was necessary to wait for him to speak his stance.

"Second Uncle, let's listen to him."

Cheng Tingxue's faint voice came from the Horse Carriage, clear and pleasant, yet tinged with exhaustion.

Cheng Li nodded, then turned to look at the crowd, seemingly selecting who to send.

The Square-faced Martial Artist immediately became anxious:

"If he wants to go, let him go himself. Whoever wants to go can go, I'm not going."

Another martial artist from the Xu Family chimed in:

"He doesn't have much skill, but he has a lot of demands. If he delays the time, it'll be his problem."

The two spoke one after another, both mocking Chen Feng for acting on his own initiative.

Regarding their words.

Chen Feng turned a deaf ear.

He found people like them troublesome to even look at, and arguing with them was a waste of energy.

So he casually pointed to one person:

"It's you, you go!"

The Square-faced Martial Artist was stunned.

Then he said indignantly: "On what grounds!"

Chen Feng spoke slowly, not in response to the Xu Family martial artist, but towards the Horse Carriage:

"Madam, you promised me the condition."

"But it seems now that these two people from your Xu Family are a bit disobedient..."

There was a moment of silence in the Horse Carriage, then the clear and pleasant voice sounded again: "Listen to him."

The Square-faced Martial Artist's face changed drastically.

He felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

Chen Feng had originally intended to go himself, but since someone had jumped out to be disgusting, he didn't mind returning the favor.

Didn't want to go?

Then you absolutely will go.

"But..."

The Square-faced Martial Artist wanted to say more, but was tugged by his companion.

"Stop talking. The Young Madam has spoken, and you're still being stubborn."

A hint of resentment flashed in the Square-faced Martial Artist's eyes. He glanced at the Horse Carriage but didn't dare to linger on Cheng Li.

"Damn it, fine, I'll go!"

The Square-faced Martial Artist dismounted, his face grim, and walked towards the Mountain Ridge ahead.

He muttered curses as he left.

"Bitch... damn it, a... really..."

Chen Feng ignored him. Instead, he took out a coarse grain biscuit from his pocket, broke off a small piece, and swallowed it with water.

He filled his stomach a little.

He silently watched the Square-faced Martial Artist disappear around the bend of the Official Road.

"A jinx who killed her husband, pfft. Don't let me find an opportunity, or else... hmph."

A lewd smile appeared on the Square-faced Martial Artist's face.

"It's a pity the Young Master didn't have that fortune. Tsk tsk, that slender waist, that butt, those big breasts, I really want to play with them properly."

He rounded the Mountaintop.

The Square-faced Martial Artist looked left and right.

Behind the Mountain Ridge, there were only trees, and no one was in sight.

"There's no problem here, is there? A kid who hasn't even grown hair, always looking for trouble."

As for the area above...

The Square-faced Martial Artist squinted at the Mountaintop.

"It's a bit high... Forget it, I'm too lazy to climb. There shouldn't be any problem."

After some thought, he decisively turned back.

Chen Feng hadn't completely swallowed his coarse grain biscuit yet.

He saw the Square-faced Martial Artist reappear in his vision and immediately frowned.

So fast?

The Square-faced Martial Artist ran over quickly, shouting:

"Let's go, let's go! Hurry up! There's no problem, I didn't even see a bird."

Chen Feng's eyes held suspicion as he asked:

"Did you check behind and on top of the Mountain Ridge?"

The Square-faced Martial Artist impatiently replied: "Checked, checked. You kid have too many questions, looking for trouble. There's nothing there."

"Really? Then why did you come back so fast?"

The Square-faced Martial Artist felt a pang of guilt, but outwardly he blustered, feigning annoyance:

"Is it any of your business? Can't I run back?"

The Square-faced Martial Artist retorted, then climbed onto his horse, saying: "Believe it or not."

Cheng Li quickly spoke to mediate:

"Alright, let's go."

With that, he took the lead, urging the Horse Carriage forward.

"Tch."

The Square-faced Martial Artist rolled his eyes.

He mounted his horse and followed.

Wang Huan directed his horse, leaning beside Chen Feng, and said: "I don't believe he actually went to look."

Chen Feng pondered.

He certainly didn't believe it either.

But Cheng Li was already urging the Horse Carriage forward, and there was nothing he could do to make him wait longer and send someone to check again.

After all, he was a Bone Forging Realm martial artist.

Chen Feng couldn't really order Cheng Li to do anything.

Zhang Jiu and Old Li drove their horses, coming up beside the two from behind, "Brother Chen, let's go."

Chen Feng nodded.

Then he gently squeezed the horse's belly with his legs and loosened the reins slightly.

The horse let out a low whinny, pawed the ground lightly with its front hooves, and galloped towards the Horse Carriage ahead.

Turning the corner, they went around the Mountain Ridge.

Behind the Mountain Ridge was not open ground, but a Depression, like a giant spoon embedded between two hills.

If there were enemies ambushing on the mountain at this time.

They could easily surround everyone.

The Official Road wound through the middle of the Depression, overgrown with lush green trees that rustled in the wind.

As everyone entered the Depression.

Chen Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

[Trapped in encirclement...]

[Experience +2000]