Chapter 72

"Where's that gentleness?"

"Her display name is also her real name, her real name is Gentleness, and her stage name... is also Gentleness."

"Gentleness my foot! You actually believe that?!"

"There's nothing else registered."

"..."

"Follow her first."

"Yes."

"How many people from our Great Qin can participate in this year's Jun Tian Hand Gold Medal Killer Training? Can we confirm it now?"

"Currently, there are 3,500 people from Great Qin. In the next two or three months, there might be an increase, but the increase and the dropouts will almost cancel each other out. No matter how much it increases, it won't be by much."

"We must pay close attention to this; we will need to intervene at the right time."

"Yes."

"You all must closely monitor this. Record any changes immediately."

"Yes."

"You all know how many people have come out of the Gold Medal Training. Lord Qingming is also very concerned about this!"

"Yes!"

This response was clearly more forceful.

"No other country has our advantage of being able to track every individual, but we must not underestimate them."

"Yes."

"Also, think of a way to apply to become a coach for this Jun Tian Hand Gold Medal Training. This is very important!"

"Yes."

"Once someone becomes a coach, appoint the others as assistants."

"You've said this many times!"

"Can't I say it many times?!"

"Sure, sure! You're right, Lord, your foresight is unmatched, and I admire you greatly."

"Flatterer!"

...

Over these two nights, while Feng Yin was on his mission, he also paid attention to two additional matters.

One of them was naturally... where did the cats go?

Then he discovered that someone seemed to be collecting cats at a great cost.

As long as they were alive.

One silver coin for a cat.

Just ordinary cats.

And preferably kittens.

Countless people in Yuezhou caught cats to exchange for money; many more gave away their cats for that one silver coin.

Kittens were everywhere, and they didn't even need to be bought.

Just catch one, and you get one silver coin, a risk-free profit. Why not do it?

One silver coin can do a lot.

Moreover, all the captured cats, regardless of size, were loaded onto carts and driven out of the city, their destination unknown.

Even the city gate guards couldn't do anything about it.

After all, what could they say about someone collecting and taking away cats?

And they were just ordinary house cats, not beast cats.

It was completely irrelevant.

Some even thought it was the Beast Taming Sect doing something.

He Xiangming had been quite distressed these past few days, constantly being asked what the cats were for, which had made her head three times bigger.

We didn't do it, how many times do we have to explain?

Why would we waste our time catching ordinary cats?

But the questions kept coming, and people even brought cats to the door.

These things alone were enough to drive He Xiangming crazy.

She was also curious about why people were collecting cats. Out of curiosity, she sent people to investigate. But the investigation revealed nothing; all the people sent to investigate simply vanished without a trace...

It was as if they had evaporated into thin air...

This made He Xiangming's heart almost stop.

She knew exactly who these people were and their cultivation levels, not to mention the background of the Beast Taming Sect, one of the seven major sects.

And yet, they all disappeared without a trace.

"Stop investigating!"

He Xiangming immediately reported this to headquarters.

The response from headquarters was just five words.

Then He Xiangming learned that the Beast Taming Sect had been attacked by beast creatures, all of which were flying beasts.

The leader was even a king among beasts!

Although the losses were not significant, the attacking beasts also seemed to have suffered little, as they could fly and circle overhead.

They would strike unexpectedly.

The higher-ups of the Beast Taming Sect were reportedly negotiating with the beasts, and the outcome was still unknown.

"Truly a time of many troubles..."

He Xiangming felt both physically and mentally exhausted.

...

Seeing the large-scale cat hunting, Feng Yin felt even more pressure. As for investigating, he didn't even consider it.

He knew better than anyone who the other party was.

At the very least, in Great Qin, only Feng Yin knew.

Even He Wutiejun and the others had no idea why.

Better not to provoke them.

Feng Yin slunk away.

This was not something he could handle; the other party was the Purple Emperor of Great Yan!

A legendary figure whose footsteps could shake the world.

I just need to protect Feng Ying. The rest, it's not that I lack compassion, but I really don't have the strength.

The second matter was that Feng Yin was constantly monitoring the actions of the Rainbow Qingyi.

He saw four battles.

Each time, he only left after the battle ended. This was one of the reasons his mission completion was not higher.

These were battles that the Rainbow Qingyi triggered while arresting Great Yan spies.

Each time, Feng Yin would quietly observe, watching the Rainbow Qingyi gain the upper hand, capture the enemy, or kill them, and only leave after confirming that the Rainbow Qingyi had no significant losses.

The next time, it was the same.

Even after completing his mission and lying in bed with Feng Ying in his arms, he was still thinking, "Is Qingyi injured somewhere else? How serious is the injury? Is anyone dead?"

Are my medicines working?

Feng Yin realized he was worrying about too many things.

Especially when the Qingyi were angrily shouting during their operations.

"You even kill doctors who save lives, just because they saved our lives, are you even human!"

"Doctors do not kill, this is a fundamental rule of the martial world, have you forgotten?"

"Such a good doctor, you just kill him?"

...

In the late night, Feng Yin completed an assassination.

On his way back, he suddenly saw a group of Qingyi confronting the army; both sides were tense.

After they finally parted, Feng Yin did not leave.

He felt something was off.

The Qingyi were a secret force of Great Qin, a security agency, and the army was also a security force.

Why was the army confronting the Qingyi?

What had happened?

Although he didn't understand the political situation, Feng Yin instinctively sensed danger.

After the army left, someone quietly slipped away from the group.

Feng Yin didn't dare move, hiding and watching from a distance as the figure, after using various anti-tracking techniques, finally entered a large mansion.

It was almost dawn.

Feng Yin remained motionless on a high tree.

After a long time, he quietly left.

And he remembered the location.

During the day, Feng Yin boldly came to the place and entered a high-end shop across the street.

Feng Yin wanted to buy a few beast spirit pearls.

But the price was too high, and he quickly gave up.

The money he had could only buy a few of the lowest grade, and as for the king-grade... don't even think about it.

"Surely not something I can afford."

Before leaving, he asked, "Whose house is that across the street? It looks so grand."

The shop assistant looked at him with disdain, as if he were a country bumpkin: "That's the house of Mr. Qian the Philanthropist. You don't know? Are you from Yuezhou?"

Mr. Qian the Philanthropist.

Feng Yin left.

In a teahouse.

Facing some strangers, he easily made friends and smoothly steered the conversation to Mr. Qian the Philanthropist.

Feng Yin didn't need to speak much, just listen as they talked enthusiastically.

His unease grew stronger.

"General Wang's father-in-law, the commander of Yuezhou's troops."

"The richest man in Yuezhou."

"His influence reaches the heavens, with connections in the court."

"Kind-hearted, can't bear to see others suffer."

"..."

At night.

Feng Yin lay in bed, absentmindedly stroking Feng Ying, staring at the ceiling, and silently sighing.

He could sense that something was targeting the Rainbow Qingyi.

Or rather, the Rainbow Tianyi.

And once it erupted, it would be significant. The sense of crisis was strong.

As mentioned earlier, Feng Yin trusted his intuition.

This intuition, if possessed by an ordinary person, could help avoid danger; if possessed by a military commander, it could lead to victory in battle.

Throughout history, every general who had fought countless battles and won more than they lost had an acute sense of danger that ordinary people couldn't understand.

Feng Yin also had this intuition.

He clearly felt that the Rainbow Qingyi were making a big stir, and the enemy was waiting for them to take the next step.

Perhaps taking that step would lead Wu Tiejun and the others into a bottomless abyss.

"What should I do?"

"My identity, the secrecy... sigh. How should I proceed?"

Feng Yin thought, his blood boiling one moment and his heart as cold as ice the next, his thoughts like waves, rising and falling, surging and receding.

Unconsciously petting the cat, the cat could sense it.

Feng Ying clearly felt that Feng Yin was not in his usual state; the petting wasn't as comfortable as usual, but she remained silent, just snuggling closer to Feng Yin, adjusting her body to give him the best feel.

And to make herself more comfortable.

Her soft fur brushed against Feng Yin's chin as she fell asleep.

Feng Yin's eyes were open, and faces seemed to pass before his eyes.

Those were the faces of the Qingyi in the martial town, laughing heartily and saying goodbye to him.

Rough hands desperately trying to give him things...

"Sigh, I must do something!"

Feng Yin thought to himself.