Chapter 19

Jiang Feng glanced at Chong Fan and said indifferently, "It's just a minor injury; you can lick it yourself."

Chong Fan stared intently at the wound, making no move. Jiang Feng frowned and said, "A real man, a true hero, would not fuss over such a small injury."

He picked a leaf and handed it to Chong Fan, saying, "If you don't want to lick it, just wrap it up."

Chong Fan finally nodded and took the leaf.

Jiang Feng said, "You'll recognize it anyway. I'll go do some work first. Once you're done, bring the stuff over."

As soon as Jiang Feng left, Chong Fan was far less serious than before. He picked two scallion leaves and couldn't resist peeling back the leaf to check the wound.

The leaf seemed to contain some special hemostatic component. Before long, the bleeding on Chong Fan's hand had completely stopped, leaving only a thin line.

He stared in disbelief, his eyes wide open, and pinched himself hard!

He pinched very hard, and the pain was very clear. This meant he wasn't dreaming! His blood had indeed stopped on its own, without any thousand-gold medicinal herbs or a powerful practitioner using Ming Force to heal it. It had just healed on its own!

Ever since Chong Fan was born, he had suffered from a strange illness.

His body was extremely fragile, and his blood vessels were very prone to injury and rupture. A slight touch anywhere would result in large bruises.

At the same time, his body's healing ability was extremely poor. A small wound would cause continuous bleeding, which could be fatal.

In any ordinary family, a child like this would never have survived.

Fortunately, he was born into the Chong family, the Chong family who claimed "the world is mine to take," and he was the only child of the family head.

He was his mother's only child. After giving birth to him and discovering his strange illness, his mother decided to have no more children and devoted herself entirely to raising him.

He grew up like a flower in a greenhouse. He had never experienced any storms, and he was more fragile than a vase. Even reading for a long time would be discouraged.

Even with such a frail body, his talent was still astonishing.

He had a photographic memory for everything. His casual suggestions had once helped the Chong family resolve a major crisis and twice led to large-scale expansion of their business.

The people of the Chong family increasingly regretted that if such a child had a healthy body, how far could he take the Chong family?

However, Chong Fan had never eaten meat, his diet was bland, and he could not tolerate any leisure activities.

Although he was born into the Chong family, even the poorest child would live a happier life than he did.

This time, he strongly requested his mother to send him to the Taowu Mountain villa for recuperation, actually to sneak out at night.

To be honest, he himself didn't know what he wanted. He just knew that he didn't want to live the way he used to.

But what was happening now?

The severe injury on his shoulder had disappeared, his stomach no longer ached after eating meat, and now his wound had stopped bleeding on its own...

He turned his head to look in the direction where Jiang Feng was, his face full of deep thought.

...

...

More than ten minutes later, Chong Fan filled a bamboo tube with the washed ingredients and brought it to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng glanced at it. It wasn't very clean, but it was clear he had done his best.

Indeed, he was a pampered young master...

Chong Fan's eyes were very bright, and he asked eagerly, "Is there anything else I can help with?"

Jiang Feng plucked all the tail feathers of the Fengyan chicken, carefully placed them aside, and thought for a moment before saying, "There might not be enough firewood. Go pick some more."

Chong Fan looked at the high stack of firewood beside him but still nodded happily, "Okay!"

Jiang Feng quickly plucked all the feathers off the Fengyan chicken, removed the innards, and dug out a few Wood Element Core fragments, throwing them aside.

He wrapped two quails in mud and buried them with some yam roots, then built a pile of firewood on top and started roasting the chicken.

Yexiao had been waiting beside the fire. Without needing Jiang Feng to prompt him, he began to exhale green gas into the fire. The flames shot up, then turned transparent and stabilized.

Before long, a strong aroma spread from his direction. Chong Fan sniffed and looked back, his eyes widening instantly.

Whether it was Yexiao's actions or Jiang Feng's roasting method, he didn't know which was more surprising. But in the end, he said nothing, just stared intently at his actions.

After half an hour, Jiang Feng called out, "Dinner is ready!"

He dug out the hardened mud blocks from the ashes, broke them open, and handed one to Chong Fan, "This is for you. Be careful, it's hot."

The quail was fragrant. Chong Fan carefully took it and took a deep breath.

Jiang Feng asked, "You've never tried this way of eating, right?"

Chong Fan hesitated for a moment, "I've read about it in books, but I've never tried it."

He took a bite, chewed twice, and quickly swallowed. Then, without caring how hot the quail was, he ate it bite by bite, very quickly. If not for the dining etiquette deeply ingrained in him, he might not have maintained his proper demeanor.

Jiang Feng was stunned and quickly said, "Eat slowly, eat slowly, be careful not to choke!"

Before he finished speaking, Chong Fan's eyes suddenly blinked, and a tear rolled down his cheek to his lips. Unaware, he mixed the tear with the quail meat and swallowed it.

Jiang Feng was taken aback. He had never thought anyone would cry while eating meat.

He touched his nose and muttered, "It's not that delicious, right? Miss's cooking is much better..."

Chong Fan wiped away his tears and finally managed to calm down. He asked, "Miss?"

Jiang Feng nodded, "Yes, Miss is the most important person to me. She's very capable, she can do anything and do it well..."

He spoke for a few moments and then closed his mouth, not continuing.

"Where is she now? Where did she go?"

Jiang Feng fell silent and after a while answered, "It's nothing."

He cut a chicken leg and placed it in front of Yexiao, who held it with his short front paws and ate it with relish.

Jiang Feng also grabbed a leg and started gnawing on it. Chong Fan couldn't help but put down the quail in his hand and stared at Jiang Feng in shock—this wild youth had already surprised him countless times in just one day.

Could the meat of a Ming Beast be roasted and eaten directly like this?

Without any processing, the Ming Force inside...

He soon got his answer.

The muscles on Jiang Feng's face twitched, and large drops of cold sweat appeared and fell. He closed his eyes slightly, focusing all his attention on his body, but his hands never stopped moving.

After eating two whole roasted chickens, he was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of water.

He opened his eyes and nodded at Chong Fan, "It's time for midday practice. I'll leave for a bit."

Chong Fan then noticed that the sun had already risen to its zenith, casting a golden glow over the land.

Jiang Feng sat on the peak of a small valley, bathed in golden light.

Soon, the golden light gathered above his head, forming a golden pillar that completely enveloped him. Visible Ming Force flowed into his body through every pore, moving under his skin.

Chong Fan murmured, "Golden Mountain Jade Pillar! It actually appeared!"

Jiang Feng practiced for an hour, and Chong Fan watched him for an hour.

The golden light gradually faded, and the powerful Ming Force fluctuations dissipated. Jiang Feng steadied his breathing, stood up, and started practicing boxing.

Jiang Feng gradually felt the movement of Ming Force in his body. With each punch, he guided the Ming Force, causing a surge in his body, which strengthened and refined his body.

After ten thousand punches, the Ming Force absorbed during this practice session had completely merged with his body. His eyes were bright, and he felt a noticeable increase in his strength.

He jumped down from the small peak and returned to the valley, saying to Chong Fan with a good mood, "Tomorrow is the Half-Moon Market. I need to go to Luming Town. You can come with me, and I'll buy you a couple of sets of clothes to change into."

He looked at Chong Fan, "But I can't afford Tianyun silk, so you'll have to make do."

Chong Fan stared at him strangely, then sighed and asked, "What is the Half-Moon Market?"

Jiang Feng said, "It's a market in the outskirts of Luming Town, held on the first and fifteenth of each month. The market sells everything a martial practitioner needs, and I can exchange the materials from the Ming Beasts I've hunted for some money there."

Luming Town was a small place, and most of the people living there were ordinary people, with few martial practitioners, let alone high-level ones.

In larger cities, markets and shops specifically for martial practitioners might be even more bustling and prosperous than those for ordinary people. But in a small town like Luming Town, such a market only happened once every half month, and you had to go early if you wanted to go.

Chong Fan nodded and said, "That's right. Luming Town is located beside Taowu Mountain and along the Changchuan River, with relatively convenient transportation. If it weren't for the nearby Taicang City drawing away the crowd, it might be even more prosperous. Some people will likely come here to buy mountain goods, but the prices will probably be lower than in Taicang City."

He spoke clearly and logically, and Jiang Feng nodded, "You're right. But I don't really need money for daily use, so I might as well save some time."

Chong Fan shook his head in disagreement, "Saving time is right, but money is still important. As the saying goes, 'poor scholars, rich martial artists.' Strengthening the body, guiding the flow of Ming Force, and obtaining Core Treasures—all require money. You might not feel it now, but you will in the future."

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Feng, "If you trust me, you can give me your Ming Beast materials, and I'll help you sell them at the Half-Moon Market..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Feng had already agreed, "Sure, you can help me. The commission will be the money for your clothes!"

When he said he would buy Chong Fan some clothes to change into, Chong Fan felt a bit uncomfortable. Now, hearing this, he immediately straightened his chest, "Leave it to me! I won't let you lose money!"

—Yo, thanks to Xia Ha 588 for the tip~ And DemonJay, thank you!

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