Chapter 23

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Ye Feng looked at everything and felt a sense of familiarity. In his previous life, he often saw such techniques, whether it was buying weapons or telling stories.

He didn't care about the other things. In this world, human lives were worth less than grass, let alone a few silver coins?

"Hmm?" Ye Feng had just taken a few steps when he felt something under his feet and couldn't help but stop. He picked up the object on the ground.

It was the porcelain bottle that had contained the Qi Condensation Pill just now.

"Failed pill?" When Ye Feng opened the bottle and saw what was in his hand, a hint of confusion appeared on his face.

Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, then put the failed pill in his mouth and slowly began to feel it. He didn't need the medicinal power, but he had never used a Qi Condensation Pill before. Although this was a failed pill, the refining method and the ratio of medicinal materials were the same, so Ye Feng needed to use it as a reference.

When the entire pill had dissolved, Ye Feng pondered for a moment and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Ye Feng walked around the market again, and the five hundred silver coins he had were spent completely.

A bow, thirty arrows, a spear, and some medicinal herbs.

Looking at the items in his hands, Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh. Although martial artists earn a lot and quickly, they also spend quickly. Five hundred silver coins, which would be enough for an ordinary family for ten years, were spent by him in just half a day.

He had only bought some ordinary items at the market. If he went to the main street or even to Qing Shuang City, ten thousand silver coins might not be enough.

However, this also strengthened Ye Feng's resolve to earn money through trials. Not only did he need money for cultivation, but his younger brother did too. Even if Ye Hao joined a sect, the resources provided by the sect would be limited. The rest would have to be obtained through his own efforts.

Ye Hao had already fallen far behind the geniuses in terms of starting point and resources. Ye Feng would not allow his brother to fall behind again. He was determined to make his mother live a good life. This was his responsibility, a responsibility that naturally came with him taking the place of the former Ye Feng.

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Qing Shan Town was surrounded by rolling mountains, and in fact, the entire Tian Lang Continent was almost surrounded by mountains.

"Anyone willing to go deep into the outer hundred miles, come to the Madman Squad! We'll set off once we have two more!"

"Fei Xia Valley, Fei Xia Valley, we need two archers who can draw a two-hundred-jin bow! Profits will be shared equally!"

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Ye Feng left Qing Shan Town and encountered many martial artists on the way. Many of these martial artists were calling for team members.

Forming teams was not uncommon on the Tian Lang Continent. The martial artists gathered in Qing Shan Town were generally low-rank, with the highest being fourth or fifth rank. However, first and second-rank martial artists made up ninety percent of them.

They wanted to explore the depths of the outer regions of the Tian Lang Mountains, but their strength was clearly insufficient. If a first or second-rank martial artist encountered a third-rank ferocious beast, they would surely die. But forming a team solved this problem. Although the profits were shared equally, they could still hunt third-rank ferocious beasts, which were worth ten times more than second-rank ferocious beasts.

Therefore, forming teams became the choice for these low-rank martial artists.

Moreover, who would dare to wander alone in the outer regions of the Tian Lang Mountains? That would be tantamount to suicide. So, anyone entering the outer regions would do so in groups of three to five, or even a dozen.

"Brother, come to our......"

These martial artists calling for team members saw the weapons on Ye Feng's back and enthusiastically invited him. However, when they saw his youthful face, the words they were about to say were immediately swallowed.

Ye Feng was so young, and from his attire and equipment, it was clear he was not from a noble family, but a commoner. A commoner of his age could at most be a quasi-martial artist, and these first and second-rank martial artists naturally wouldn't want a quasi-martial artist to slow them down.

Ye Feng himself had no intention of forming a team. He was familiar with the nearby mountains, having spent four years in the Flying Tiger Squad, which made him more familiar with the area than most martial artists.

"Look, another young bull who fears no tigers. I bet he only dares to hunt beasts in the outermost mountains!"

"Old Zhang, that's a given. Do we need to bet on it? Any fool knows that!"

"Haha, exactly. A quasi-martial artist, if he enters the outer regions, he'll probably lose his life in a day!"

"You guys! Haha, it's obvious. A kid like this, probably on his first trip out, will be lucky to kill low-level beasts, haha......"

"Haha......"

Some martial artists waiting at the crossroads saw Ye Feng walking alone towards the mountains and couldn't help but comment. Their conversation drew laughter from the surrounding people, who looked at Ye Feng with a mocking expression as he walked away.

As martial artists, they didn't need to worry about a quasi-martial artist, so they spoke loudly, making sure Ye Feng could hear them clearly as he walked away.

In response, Ye Feng merely glanced back at them, a faint smile playing on his lips, and his figure instantly disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Entering the forest, Ye Feng ran at full speed. The area near the mountain entrance was frequented by martial artists, and there were only low-level, small beasts, so he didn't stop here.

Ye Feng ran for an hour, crossing three mountain peaks, and only slowed down when he reached the outer regions of the Tian Lang Mountains. Here, the population was very sparse, and martial artists went directly deeper. Quasi-martial artists generally only dared to come here in teams, as this area was close to the outer regions of the Tian Lang Mountains, where first-rank ferocious beasts occasionally appeared, and even second-rank ferocious beasts had been seen.

On his way, Ye Feng didn't encounter anyone. Compared to the Tian Lang Mountains, the tens of thousands of martial artists from Qing Ye Town entering here were like a drop of water in the ocean, barely making a ripple.

The closer he got to the outer regions, the slower Ye Feng's speed became. He had to be cautious not only of the lurking beasts but also of venomous insects and snakes. Although he wasn't afraid, being bitten would still be troublesome.

"Rustle... Rustle..."

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from the tall grass beside him.

Hearing the sound, Ye Feng stopped and focused his gaze.

A moment later, a beast appeared, about two meters tall and three meters long, with two giant dragon-like horns on its head.

A Dragon-Horned Deer, a herbivorous beast that attacked with its horns. Due to its immense strength, even a quasi-martial artist at the peak would be in mortal danger if hit by its horns, making it a mid-level beast.

The Dragon-Horned Deer saw Ye Feng and let out a low roar, then lowered its head and charged at him.

Seeing the aggressive Dragon-Horned Deer, Ye Feng, though prepared, still felt a bit surprised. He hadn't expected herbivores in this world to be so aggressive.

The Dragon-Horned Deer's thick hooves pounded the ground like a massive tank charging forward, and Ye Feng could even feel the ground trembling slightly.

The giant horns of the Dragon-Horned Deer, like two sharp swords, glinted with a cold light, making one feel a chill.

Ye Feng, having seen life and death and numerous ferocious and wild beasts over the past four years, remained calm. If it were a quasi-martial artist entering the forest for the first time, they would likely be terrified by this scene, and even if their strength was higher than the Dragon-Horned Deer, they might not be able to perform at even a tenth of their potential.

Many quasi-martial artists or martial artists had stayed in the forest for the first time due to this reason.

As the Dragon-Horned Deer charged at him, Ye Feng's figure flashed, dodging the impact. Without hesitation, he thrust his spear forward, the air whistling as it pierced the Dragon-Horned Deer's abdomen.

With a "Puff," the spear tip instantly sank into the beast.

Holding the spear, Ye Feng applied a slight force with both hands, and the entire Dragon-Horned Deer was lifted by the spear. He then swung the spear with force, and with a "Pang," the two to three thousand-pound Dragon-Horned Deer was thrown and crashed into a tree, falling to the ground and twitching a few times before dying.

A mid-level beast posed no significant challenge to the current Ye Feng.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a whistling sound came from behind him.

"Hmm?" Ye Feng, holding the spear, spun on his right heel, and a gust of wind passed by his side.

"What incredible speed!"

Seeing the black shadow that flashed by, Ye Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and he became more alert. If he hadn't mastered the first step of the Inch Step technique, he would have been seriously injured by that single attack.

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