Twelve Flying Daggers Acquired, Qing Prefecture's Zhao Family, Here I Come

Back at camp, Lin Feng went to find Zhang Qian first.

"Help me ask for seven days off."

Zhang Qian was gnawing on a steamed bun and nearly choked.

"Seven days? Where to?"

"Personal business."

"How do I explain it to Commander Li?"

"Just say I'm not feeling well and need to rest."

Zhang Qian gave him a once-over.

This guy was radiating a sharp aura of having just broken through—how did that look like he wasn't feeling well?

But he'd already learned not to pry.

"Alright, I'll report it."

Lin Feng returned to his tent, changed into plain clothes, and wrapped Mountain Splitter in cloth strips, slinging it over his back.

He pulled out the money and Magic Cores he'd saved from under his bed and did a quick count.

Cash on hand plus what he'd saved before came to about six or seven million.

Enough.

He left camp and headed south.

There was also a Black Market near the Sixth Defense Line, and it was much bigger than the one by the Seventh.

It opened every two days in an abandoned underground bomb shelter.

By the time Lin Feng arrived, a long line was already forming at the shelter entrance.

He showed his entry pass and walked in.

The underground space was spacious, with stalls packed side by side, brightly lit.

All kinds of weapons, pills, and spirit materials were on display, and the buzz of haggling filled the air.

Lin Feng had a clear goal and headed straight for the weapon section.

After circling twice, he found a stall specializing in flying daggers tucked away in an inconspicuous corner.

The stall owner was a one-eyed old man, with dozens of flying daggers of various sizes and materials laid out in front of him.

"What do you need?" the one-eyed old man said without looking up.

"Psychic Flying Daggers. Twelve of them, B-grade or above."

The one-eyed old man's hand stopped.

He slowly raised his head and sized up Lin Feng.

"Psychic Flying Daggers?"

"That's right."

"Kid, Psychic Flying Daggers aren't for ordinary people. Are you a Psychic Master?"

"None of your business if I am or not. Do you have them or not?"

The one-eyed old man was silent for two seconds, then bent down and dragged an iron box out from under the stall.

The box opened to reveal twelve pitch-black flying daggers neatly arranged inside.

Each dagger was about twenty centimeters long, with an extremely thin blade, edges so sharp they reflected light, and fine spirit patterns carved into the handles.

"Dark Blade. B-grade Psychic Flying Dagger, forged from Deep Sea Black Iron. Light weight, high spirit pattern sensitivity, especially suited for Psychic Power control. Twelve as a set, not sold separately."

Lin Feng picked one up and placed it in his palm.

He channeled his Psychic Power into it, and the flying dagger trembled slightly, the spirit patterns on the blade lighting up.

Smooth.

High conduction efficiency.

He withdrew his Psychic Power, and the dagger settled steadily in his palm.

"How much?"

"Twelve as a set, five million."

"Two million."

The one-eyed old man rolled his eyes.

"Kid, cutting the price in half—are you joking? This is B-grade, you know."

As he spoke, he quickly reached to take the daggers back.

Lin Feng realized he'd gone too far with the haggling and quickly threw out a counteroffer.

"Three million."

"Four million. Can't go lower. This batch came from a retired psychokinetic master down south—top-grade quality."

"Deal."

Lin Feng transferred the money and tucked the twelve throwing knives into the cloth bag at his side.

Leaving the Black Market, he found a secluded spot and took out all twelve knives.

His Psychic Power spread out, and twelve threads of psychic energy connected to the spirit patterns on each blade.

Hum!

All twelve knives hovered in the air, slowly revolving around him.

With a flick of his mind, six knives shot toward the rock wall to his left.

Thwip thwip thwip thwip thwip thwip.

Six holes, lined up in a perfect straight line, evenly spaced.

The remaining six changed direction simultaneously, stabbing at different angles, then halted midair, turned, and flew back to his hand.

Effortless control.

"Good enough."

Lin Feng stowed the knives, slung Mountain Splitter over his back, and headed south.

Qing Prefecture.

From the Northern Territory to Qing Prefecture, the straight-line distance was over eight hundred kilometers.

At the speed of a Martial Ancestor, Second Stage, pushing hard, he could make it in a day and a night.

But Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry.

As he traveled, he cleared out every wild Exotic Beast he encountered along the way.

The wilderness was full of stragglers—E-Rank, D-Rank, all kinds.

Each kill added a layer to Steel of the Blade.

After two days of travel, just outside Qing Prefecture city:

[Steel of the Blade: 497/500]

Two layers to go.

Lin Feng stood on a hill outside Qing Prefecture, looking down at the sprawling southern city.

Qing Prefecture—a provincial capital.

Skyscrapers, endless traffic—a world apart from the desolation of the Northern Territory.

The Zhao Family mansion sat in the eastern part of the city.

A sprawling estate covering over a dozen acres, with towering walls and pavilions inside—one of the top noble houses in Qing Prefecture.

Lin Feng took Mountain Splitter off his back, unwrapped the cloth bindings, and gripped it in his hand.

The Dark Gold Spirit Pattern shimmered in the setting sun.

He glanced at the System Panel.

[Host: Lin Feng] [Spirit: First-Rank Psychokinetic Master (260/1000)] [Realm: Martial Ancestor, Second Stage (0/20000)] [Technique: Heavenly Gale Body-Forging Art (4400/10000)] [Martial Skills: Mountain-Breaking Slash (Mastered), Lost Trace Step (Mastered)] [Talent: Steel of the Blade (497/500)] [Martial Path Points: 4500]

Enough to take on a Martial King?

No idea.

But he wasn't going to wait.

If he waited, the Zhao Family would just send more people to the Northern Territory to cause him trouble.

Debt collectors, investigators, avengers—wave after wave.

He didn't like being on the defensive.

Lin Feng stepped down the hill and headed toward the eastern part of Qing Prefecture.