Chapter 97

Imperial Envoy.

In other words, the bearer of the imperial order is the imperial envoy, representing the emperor on an inspection tour.

"Go back."

"Yes."

Wang Sanyuan waved his hand, and the soldiers withdrew like a whirlwind.

Many people, as they withdrew, kept turning their heads to look at Fei Xinyu, who was bare-chested and exuded a fierce aura.

Those scars were the best medals of honor for a soldier!

Even as they were about to turn the corner, some people were still looking back, as if paying tribute or in awe.

Some had indescribable thoughts: such a soldier, why is he in Rainbow Green? Why not in our army?

If such a person were our general... Several fierce generals in the army thought of how Wang Sanyuan had faced Fei Xinyu and couldn't help feeling dissatisfied.

If we met Fei's army on the battlefield, wouldn't we be at their mercy?

...

After everyone had left, He Biqu looked at Fei Xinyu: "Did you see clearly?"

"At this distance, if I couldn't see clearly, I might as well drown myself in a puddle."

"Hmm?"

"This damn Wang Sanyuan, he seemed to be waiting for the imperial order to appear. This bastard has no good intentions."

"Is this feeling real?"

"Absolutely real."

"Fei Xinyu!"

"Here!"

"Can't you speak without using foul language? When you speak to me, you keep using low-class words. Are you cursing Wang Sanyuan or cursing me?!"

"How dare I curse you, my lord. This damn hat is too big..."

Puff!

Fei Xinyu was punched by He Biqu and thrown dozens of feet, hitting a big tree and bouncing back, his chest feeling like it was about to burst.

"Damn..."

Fei Xinyu blurted out.

"..."

He Biqu took a deep breath, and the air around him suddenly became scorching hot.

"Please spare me, my lord... I deserve death. My mouth is just a damn cesspool. Please don't take me seriously, my lord..."

Seeing He Biqu about to use a secret technique, Fei Xinyu immediately cowered, flattery pouring out like a flood, his demeanor as humble as an ant.

"You damn..."

He Biqu was both angry and amused.

"Please calm down, my lord. Taking me seriously will lower your dignity!" Fei Xinyu continued to beg: "I'm just a fart. Just let me go by loosening your buttocks a bit..."

"..."

He Biqu waved his sleeve and left with a dark face.

Fei Xinyu got up, shook his neck, and grinned at his subordinates who were staring at him in shock, saying proudly: "See that? This old man is just a donkey, he likes to hear flattery. You have to stroke his fur the right way..."

Slap!

A big slap flew out, and Fei Xinyu's mouth was hit askew.

He spun and fell to the ground, dizzy and his head buzzing...

...

On the other side, Feng Yin had already returned to his small courtyard.

Although he was eager to achieve his long-held wish, he still handled the possible traces carefully and only left the blacksmith shop after confirming no one was following him.

He had a few small gadgets and a new knife in his hand.

A finished knife.

He still couldn't use this knife.

With plenty of silver, Feng Yin was quite playful.

Although He Xiangming had promised to send a batch of knives, it didn't stop Feng Yin from these antics.

He wouldn't go back to the previous blacksmith shop, of course, but he chose several other blacksmith shops to forge weapons.

Each shop was tasked with making a small, broken knife and some gadgets. He had money and didn't mind wasting it.

Let the people at Qiankun Tower wait.

Even if they trace it back here, they'll be as lost as headless flies. Do you know my goal?

I don't have a big goal. My only goal is to make you have no goal, no clue at all!

Even if you find out I took a knife from this shop and confirm it as a target, it doesn't matter because I still can't use this knife.

Sigh, it's just for fun.

This also shows how cautious Feng Yin was about Qiankun Tower.

After all, the claw mark on the note knew too much about him.

It even knew I have a pet... Feng Yin wanted to curse: too much concern!

The moment he took the knife from the shop and returned home, the black-clothed man who had been tracking him was scratching his head in confusion as he left the shop.

"Did the person who ordered the knife come?"

"No..."

The apprentice was puzzled. The man had paid a large sum in advance, with many specific requirements, and a short deadline. The boss had personally handled the job with great care.

But the man never came to pick it up.

Was he just being rich and capricious?

Would he really give up such a large deposit?

The black-clothed man, who had been confident at first, was now completely baffled.

What the hell is going on?

This has left me, an old hand, completely at a loss.

Every time he entered this blacksmith shop, he would subconsciously scratch his head.

All these changes were just too... unreasonable.

Not only did I lose the target despite my superior strength, but now I'm stuck here waiting, and the rabbit is nowhere to be found...

"Still not here today?"

"No... It's long past the deadline. He probably won't come back."

"What's going on?"

"Maybe he had an emergency, or maybe he's... dead!"

The apprentice wasn't being mean-spirited. Yuezhou was a frontier region of the Great Qin, with a very fierce local culture. Fights often broke out over minor disagreements, and although the authorities suppressed large-scale conflicts, it was common for a few people, even those with cultivation, to die daily.

And since Feng Yin had already broken his word, it was reasonable to assume he was dead.

After all, in the blacksmith shop, there were many cases of weapons being ordered but never picked up. The owners of those weapons were usually really dead.

The black-clothed man scratched his head, looking miserable.

Turning his head, he suddenly saw the knife hanging in the most prominent position and a bag of gadgets. His face twisted with frustration and confusion.

"I've been tracking for a lifetime, and I got outsmarted by a little sparrow. How damn stupid."

The black-clothed man had already determined that the boy had somehow detected his presence that day and used various tactics to set up a series of traps to escape.

He might have even detected him from the beginning, and all the previous attempts to shake off the tracker were just to mislead him. It wasn't until the blacksmith shop that he finally made his move to escape.

The large sum of money left behind was to make everyone, at least himself, believe he wouldn't give it up.

But he did, and I'm stuck here, unable to move.

And after so many days, finding him again is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"I didn't mean to be malicious..."

The black-clothed man sighed to the sky: "If I were malicious, I would have captured or killed you on the spot. Why are you so cautious? You're making me look bad, man!"

"I'm a big shot too! To be outsmarted by a little kid!"

"I really didn't mean to be malicious, ah!"

The more he thought, the more distressed he became, tears streaming down his face as he sighed in a secluded spot.

...

Back in the courtyard, Feng Yin saw Feng Ying welcoming him, coiling around him like a twisted rope, pouting and complaining.

A white blur, a small body pressed against his neck, rubbing affectionately and humming in dissatisfaction.

She couldn't help but want to throw a tantrum but didn't dare or want to.

Feng Ying gently bit Feng Yin's ear to show her dissatisfaction but quickly rubbed him with her tail to comfort him.

But then she couldn't help feeling upset, coiling her tail around Feng Yin and breathing heavily, as if sulking.

But as soon as Feng Yin's hand touched her, she closed her eyes in pleasure, her face full of enjoyment.

Yes, she's still the closest to me.

I'll be angry later...

She suddenly became cheerful and started moving around Feng Yin, lively and adorable. Feng Yin naturally played along, and both were filled with joy and happiness.

At that moment, Feng Ying raised her white paw, touching Feng Yin's hand, her big eyes full of happiness.

Suddenly, Feng Yin poked her belly, and she tumbled, spinning in dissatisfaction, raising both paws in protest.

Then she jumped into Feng Yin's arms, still circling around his body.

The little eagle and the little falcon watched from below, envious but not daring to approach without Feng Ying's permission.

They didn't understand why, despite their rapid improvement, they felt increasingly afraid of Feng Ying, who seemed unchanged.

This... doesn't make sense, right?

Feng Yin saw the two little ones wanting to get closer but not daring to, and couldn't help but laugh. He picked them up, one in each hand, and stroked them a few times.

Although it was just a few strokes, the two were already very satisfied, their fierce eyes gently closed. They stood obediently in Feng Yin's palm, like two well-behaved little sparrows.

"Pity."

Feng Yin really felt a bit sorry.

After a few days with the little eagle and the little falcon, he didn't want to sell them anymore.

He was truly reluctant.

But he had no cultivation methods for beasts, let alone specialized methods for eagles.

For their future, he had to find them new owners, or they would just become pets, never reaching their full potential.

His Spirit Transformation Sutra, though powerful, had its limits. At least for now, he couldn't help them cultivate.

Even if the Sutra improved, it might take too long for them to wait. Like himself, the foundation-building period was crucial, and missing it would mean missing many opportunities.

Furthermore, he seemed to... be unable to afford three spirit pets.

This realization made Feng Yin feel a bit disappointed.

"Sigh!"