Chapter 87

Brothers, friends, comrades-in-arms.

In his previous life, Feng Yin had admired and yearned for such bonds, and had continuously given his all, only to be betrayed time and again, losing money and facing a life of hardship and being blocked and deleted by those he once called friends.

The countless betrayals, the countless times he was taken advantage of, the countless disappointments...

Over time, these experiences gradually eroded his admiration and yearning, leaving behind only doubt and disbelief.

Ha, does such a bond even exist in this world?

Perhaps it does, but at least, it doesn't belong to me. Why should I yearn for it?

After ten years of solitude in this world, he felt even more strongly that true brothers were hard to find, and where could such genuine feelings be found?

However, witnessing the great battle between the Qin Rainbow Blue Robes and the Yan Miaosens' forces up close, seeing the men who threw themselves in front of their brothers to block the enemy's blades without hesitation, without a second thought...

Fighting back-to-back, these men trusted their comrades to protect their backs, ignoring all attacks from behind.

This scene reawakened Feng Yin's long-dormant yearning...

Seeing the Blue Robes fight to avenge him, their blood splattering, their furious roars...

Seeing those who fought to avenge him, the "Doctor Feng," spitting blood, with broken limbs, lying on the ground convulsing...

Feng Yin could no longer deny the deep emotions stirring within him, moved beyond measure!

Brothers, friends.

Feng Yin felt the profound difference between the two worlds just from this.

Brothers and friends are different because the world and the environment are different. So, the bonds of brotherhood and friendship are also different.

After all, in his previous life, he had also been betrayed by so-called friends.

"A certain environment naturally shapes a certain group of people; the ease and peace of my previous life perhaps predetermined that such deep, life-and-death bonds were rare. But in this chaotic world, where martial arts are prevalent, such bonds are not uncommon."

"In this world, perhaps there are a hundred times more people willing to give everything for their brothers than those who betray them."

"Just as I, in my previous life, became disillusioned and no longer believed in such bonds, no longer trusted brothers and friends, and chose to freeze my heart, I imagine that Wu Tiejun and his Blue Robes would not believe that in some world, there are so many people who betray their brothers and friends. They would not believe that there are so many people who leech off their brothers and friends."

"Perhaps if I told them, they would think I was exaggerating or that I have a dark heart, not believing in brothers and friends, and not worth befriending?"

At this thought, Feng Yin could only smile bitterly.

In his previous life, he had once been passionate and fervent about the idea of "brothers who trust each other with their lives, who make life-and-death promises," but after repeated betrayals and injuries, he no longer believed in it, even finding it repulsive.

But after coming to this world, he was moved and yearned for it again.

Perhaps it was because these people were willing to risk their lives to protect their brothers and comrades, without hesitation. This was not just talk; it was happening right before his eyes.

Whether in the State of Qin or the State of Yan, these martial artists and comrades were all the same.

Brothers need not speak; they trust each other with their lives, no need for promises!

A word can mean facing a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, an action can mean braving boiling water and scalding oil, standing back-to-back, no need to worry about enemies behind.

Because in this world, if you don't trust your friends and brothers, you will die sooner than others.

Because you have no one to trust.

"I really envy them!"

Feng Yin sighed and floated into the courtyard.

On the big tree, the little eagle and the little falcon were already asleep, the two ironheart hibiscus trees having become their daily abode.

At the threshold, Feng Ying sat obediently, her big eyes shining in the dark night, her tail wagging slightly, still waiting for Feng Yin's return.

Feng Yin had told her not to go out, and she would not take a single step beyond the door.

She was very obedient.

Although she yearned for the outside world, she would only peek through the door crack, never going out, and never being seen by others.

The moment she saw Feng Yin, her small body turned into a white streak, darting into Feng Yin's arms.

"Yi wu..."

Her voice was soft and carried a hint of grievance.

You never take me out, even though I am so strong and can protect you!

"I really am not trying to leave you out," Feng Yin hurriedly hugged her and whispered, "You are still very weak and so cute. I don't dare take you out, afraid of attracting unwanted attention. You know, they are looking for cats everywhere now..."

Feng Ying's eyes fixed on Feng Yin, her pupils unmoving, a thoughtful look flashing in them.

So, that's why...

I am not strong enough to protect myself, or to protect him.

Feng Yin took Feng Ying into the bedroom, sighed contentedly, and began to sleep.

Feng Ying lay on his chest, her head rubbing against his chin. In the place Feng Yin couldn't see, her big eyes shone, as if pondering something.

In the early morning, when Feng Yin woke up, he found Feng Ying was gone.

Stepping outside, he saw Feng Ying's small body running back and forth in the courtyard. The distance from one end to the other was about thirty meters, a considerable distance for her small body, but for her speed, it was nothing.

A white streak shot through the air, reaching the wall at the other end with a thud. The hard wall crumbled, leaving five deep marks. Feng Ying didn't stop, and with a push from her hind legs, she darted back.

As she turned into another white streak in the air, five more deep marks appeared on the other wall.

Like a sharp steel blade striking five times in quick succession.

Again and again...

After six round trips, on the seventh, she landed about three meters from the wall, making a dissatisfied and angry "yi wu" sound.

She then squatted on the ground, staring at the wall, baring her teeth, and twitching her whiskers.

Her whole body shook, the white fur, matted with sweat, dripped with perspiration.

She walked wearily to the water basin to drink.

The little eagle and the little falcon, now covered in black feathers, though still small, already displayed the majestic presence of aerial predators.

In just a few days, they could freely soar through the sky.

At this moment, each perched on a branch, watching Feng Ying run back and forth in a frenzy, her claws leaving a trail of flying debris...

The two watched in fear, not knowing why the leader was so angry, and what had caused such a fit of rage. They couldn't help but spread their wings, ready to take flight at any moment.

What if the leader got excited and wanted them to practice with her?

Those claws were truly deadly!

The little eagle and the little falcon, now with heightened intelligence, understood the current situation, but they couldn't fathom why the leader, a mere kitten, was so powerful. Even the combined efforts of two demon beast descendants couldn't subdue her, and now her full strength was terrifying!

Their four eagle eyes were filled with confusion and fear. If ordinary newborn house cats could be this strong, what place would there be for demon beasts?

The key was that she was not only powerful but also incredibly diligent, which left the two even more speechless.

Feng Yin, just waking up, didn't know, but the little eagle and the little falcon were well aware that Feng Ying had been training for a full hour, with only occasional breaks for water.

With each leap, the sweat in the air formed a straight line.

The little eagle and the little falcon flew out to check on a few surviving house cats, but found none as impressive, which slightly eased their minds.

Seeing this, Feng Yin's thoughts raced. Realizing the situation, he felt a deep pain, quickly walked over, and picked up Feng Ying, feeling her small heart still pounding fiercely. He said with concern, "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly pushing yourself so hard? You don't need to do this."

"Yi wu..."

The little one's head rubbed against Feng Yin's sleeve, her eyes filled with determination, unchanging.

You said I am too weak to go out with you, so I need to become stronger, to protect you as soon as possible.

I don't know how, but improving my physical abilities, enhancing my body's functions to adapt to any environment and speed, is a good choice!

Even with cultivation techniques, physical training cannot be neglected.

In Feng Ying's small mind, a voice seemed to be constantly telling her: Train your body!

Push your body to the limit!

This is necessary at any time!

It is essential!

Only with an extremely strong body can one live long and protect those they care about!

So, even though she didn't know the exact method, her innate feline instincts guided her on what to do.

So she adopted the current training method, which, though she didn't fully understand, was the most correct approach.

Speed, agility, and razor-sharp attacks.

These basic elements are the starting point and the ultimate goal, ensuring the ability to counterattack and defend even when cultivation and energy are depleted!

Now, facing any first or second-stage adult demon beast, Feng Ying could easily disembowel or eviscerate them with a single claw, no exaggeration.

Of course, for high-level demon beasts, it was still not enough.

The direct result of Feng Ying's efforts was evident.

In the air, two more black streaks appeared.

The little eagle and the little falcon were practicing flying using their innate abilities.

They realized that flying was not the end; it was about how to fly, how fast, and how combat-effective. This was the insight they gained from watching the leader's self-training. They were not foolish; they were very smart and could apply what they learned.

Feng Yin was deeply impressed.

If demon beasts can be so diligent, how much more should I be?

Calculating the time, he thought that another cultivation session might yield a new spirit-gathering vortex. Should he arrange another session for Feng Ying?