Retirement begins with summoning Yuan Tiangang

When Lin Feng rushed into the village, he didn't think about anything.

No, I've thought about it a bit.

Where did that cry for help come from?

What happened?

But he didn't have time to think about it.

As soon as he entered the village, the scene before him froze him in place.

The village is small, with a dirt road leading from the entrance, flanked by mud-brick houses with thatched roofs and low walls.

The dirt road was in complete chaos.

A dozen or so burly men on horseback were rushing over from the other end of the village.

Horse hooves pounded on the dirt road, raising clouds of dust.

They brandished knives and howled like a pack of wolves pouncing on a flock of sheep.

The leader was a one-eyed man.

One eye was gone, leaving only a closed hole, while the other eye was wide open like a copper bell.

A scar cut diagonally down from where the eye was blind, across the cheekbone, and down to the chin, leaving a hideous scar after it healed.

He held a long sword high in his right hand; the blade was gleaming and dazzling in the sunlight.

The dozen or so men behind him all looked fierce and menacing.

Some were bald, some had full beards, some had tattoos on their faces, and some were missing ears.

They were dressed in all sorts of clothes, but they were all filthy, and you could smell the stench of sweat and blood mixed together from a distance.

Villagers were fleeing on the dirt road.

An old man was running slowly and was overtaken by a horse. The rider slashed him in the back with a knife.

The knife cut from the shoulder to the waist, tearing the skin and flesh, and blood splattered out, staining the yellow earth a dark red.

The old man screamed and fell to the ground, struggling to crawl forward. He took two steps and then stopped moving.

A woman was running away with her child when another bandit caught up with her and whipped her in the face.

With a sharp "smack," a bloody gash burst open on the woman's face, her skin and flesh torn open, and blood smeared half of her face.

She screamed, her hand slipped, and the child fell to the ground, crying loudly.

The bandit laughed loudly and lashed out with his whip again.

There was also a young woman who was dragged out of the house by a bandit.

She struggled and screamed, her fingernails scratching bloody marks on the bandit's hand.

But the bandit was thick-skinned and didn't feel any pain. He just grabbed her hair and dragged her toward the one-eyed man.

"Boss!" The bandit shoved the woman in front of the one-eyed dragon horse.

"Look at that beauty! How about she become my bandit queen?"

The one-eyed man reined in his horse and looked down.

That woman was indeed beautiful.

She was eighteen or nineteen years old, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and skin as white as a peeled egg.

At this moment, her face was streaked with tears, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were torn, revealing a section of her pale shoulder.

She was trembling all over, but the fear in her eyes couldn't suppress her stubbornness.

The one-eyed man dismounted, his boots thumping on the yellow earth.

He walked up to the woman, stretched out his calloused hand, pinched her chin, and lifted it up.

The woman was forced to look up and meet the single eye.

"Not bad." The one-eyed man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"It's really good."

"This is indeed a rare find here."

The bandit next to him chuckled, "How about you finish, boss, and let the brothers have a taste too?"

The one-eyed man ignored him and just stared at the woman.

The woman was trembling all over, and tears streamed down her face.

She turned her head to look around, at the fleeing villagers, and shouted hoarsely:

"Help me! Someone please help me!"

No one answered.

The villagers are fleeing.

Those who escaped far away never looked back. Those who couldn't escape lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

There were a few strong young men, holding hoes and carrying poles, but when they saw the mountain bandits on horseback and the gleaming knives in their hands, their legs went weak.

They can't even take care of themselves, how can they care about the lives of others?

Who can save us?

Who can save them?

The woman's voice grew increasingly desperate and hoarse. She watched those familiar faces—the village bully who always loitered around the village entrance, and Er Gouzi, whom she had grown up with—run past her, disappearing into the distance.

No one turned around.

She lowered her head, her tears falling onto the yellow earth, spreading into a small, dark patch.

Just then—

Footsteps.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the village entrance.

It wasn't a flight of footsteps.

It was the sound of footsteps rushing towards the village.

The woman raised her head.

She saw a boy running towards her against the flow of the fleeing crowd.

The boy looked to be about fourteen years old, handsome, wearing a worn-out gray cloth robe, and his hair was a little messy.

He held a short knife in his right hand; the scabbard was nowhere to be seen, and the blade gleamed in the sunlight.

He ran very fast, his footsteps thumping as he landed, kicking up a trail of yellow dust.

His eyes were fixed on this side, on the one-eyed man, and on the bandits.

The woman was stunned.

The boy's eyes... didn't look like he was afraid.

It's that kind of...

She couldn't explain it either.

Lin Feng ran closer.

He saw the old man lying on the ground, blood still oozing from the knife wound on his back.

I saw the woman whose face had been whipped, huddled in a corner with her child, trembling.

He saw the woman who had been dragged out slumped on the ground, tears streaming down her face, her eyes fixed on him.

He also saw the bandits.

Thirteen. Add the one-eyed dragon, and there are fourteen.

There were seven or eight people on horseback, and the rest were standing on the ground. Some were carrying knives, some were carrying whips, and some were kicking open the doors of villagers' houses and trying to get inside.

The one-eyed man had already released the woman and turned around.

He stared at Lin Feng with his one eye, looking him up and down.

A big boy with a childlike face, thin, about five feet tall, dressed plainly, nothing special.

"Kid," the one-eyed man began, his voice rough like sandpaper grinding against a stone.

"Where did it come from?"

Lin Feng did not answer.

He continued walking forward.

It's not running, it's walking.

Step by step, neither too fast nor too slow, but each step was steady.

The hand holding the knife did not tremble.

The one-eyed dragon narrowed his single eye.

Something's wrong. This child...something's wrong.

A bandit jumped off his horse and blocked Lin Feng's path, pointing his knife at him: "Stop! Our boss is asking you a question! Are you deaf?"

Lin Feng remained silent.

He glanced at the bandit.

Then keep walking.

The bandit was stunned for a moment.

What's going on? Is this kid stupid?

Just as he was about to lash out, Lin Feng had already walked up to him.

Very close. Three steps.

The bandit instinctively raised his knife.

Raymond Lam has made a move!

He stepped forward with his left foot, shifting his weight forward, and swung the short knife in his right hand upward.

The movement was very fast, as fast as a flash of light.

The bandit only saw a flash of light, and before he could parry, the blade had already struck the sword he had raised.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The bandit felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, which made his hand go numb and almost caused him to drop the knife.

He stumbled back three steps, regained his balance, and looked down at his palm.

The tiger's mouth was split open, and blood seeped out.

He was stunned.

This kid... is so strong?

Lin Feng sheathed his sword and stood still.

He glanced at the bandit, then looked at the one-eyed man.

"Release them!" he said.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

The entire village entrance fell silent.

The bandits who were kicking down the door stopped and looked this way.

The villagers who were paralyzed on the ground raised their heads and looked in this direction.

The woman stared wide-eyed at them.

The one-eyed man remained silent for three breaths.

Then he laughed.

His laughter was awful, like a leaky bellows.

"Release them?"

He repeated it, then turned to look at his men.

"Did you hear that? This brat said he wants us to release them."

The bandits laughed too.

Some chuckled, some laughed, and some slapped their thighs.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

"Is this kid out of his mind?"

"One person against the fourteen of us? Hahahaha!"

"Who does he think he is? A self-made man who has reached the pinnacle of enlightenment?"

Laughter erupted in waves.

The one-eyed man raised his hand, and the laughter stopped.

He stepped forward and stopped five steps in front of Lin Feng.

"Kid," he said, his one eye squinting.

Do you know who I am?

Lin Feng didn't say anything.

The one-eyed man pointed to his blind eye: "See this scar? It's from a sword fight I had five years ago. That guy was a sixth-level master of the Acquired Realm, wielding a precious sword that could cut through iron like mud. I slashed his neck, and before he died, he swung his sword back and slashed my eye."

He paused, then grinned. "But I survived. He died."

He took another step forward.

Do you know what level of cultivation I have now?

Lin Feng remained silent.

The one-eyed man stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and then slowly clenched his fist.

The veins on his fists and arms emitted a faint, earthy yellow light; they were very thick.

"The eighth level of the Heavenly Realm!" he said, emphasizing each word.

"Crushing you is about as easy as crushing an ant."

One of his henchmen immediately chimed in, "Right, right, right! Our boss is at the eighth level of the Acquired Realm! Do you know what that means? He could kill you with a single finger!"

Another henchman jumped in: "Our boss could stand there and let you hit him, and you wouldn't even be able to hurt a hair on his head! You believe me?"

Another underling chimed in: "Boss, you could be blown away with a single breath!"

Lin Feng listened without showing any expression.

He was just thinking—

The eighth level of the day after tomorrow.

The eighth level of the Day after tomorrow realm is indeed very powerful. If it were him in the past, he would have run away without hesitation. But now he was puzzled because he didn't feel afraid when he saw the aura emanating from the one-eyed man.

The one-eyed man in front of me...

Lin Feng gripped the hilt of the knife.

Try it.

"Kid," the one-eyed man tilted his chin up, looking at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

"I'll give you a chance. Kneel down now, kowtow three times, and call me 'Grandpa' three times, and I'll spare your life."

He paused, then glanced down at Lin Feng with his single eye: "How was it?"

Raymond Lam's response was very simple.

He rushed forward.

With one step, the distance of five steps is instantly reduced.

He slashed horizontally with his right short sword, aiming straight for the one-eyed man's waist.

The one-eyed man's pupils contracted.

This little brat, he really dared to lay a hand on me!

He didn't have time to think and instinctively swung his knife to block.

"clang!"

The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

One-Eyed Dragon felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, which made his right arm go numb.

His expression changed, and he quickly supported the back of the knife with his left hand, using both hands to forcefully block Lin Feng's knife.

The two were locked in a stalemate.

The knives clashed, their blades rubbing together, producing a piercing "squeak" sound.

The one-eyed man stared at the face so close to his own, his mind reeling. This was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid?

This strength is at least at the sixth level of the Acquired Realm! No, the seventh level! Perhaps even...

He dared not think any further.

Lin Feng was also thinking about it.

He used eight-tenths of his strength.

It took eight-tenths of my strength for the opponent to use both hands to block it.

The eighth level of the Heavenly Realm... is that all?

But he didn't have time to think about it.

The enemy outnumbers us, so we need to finish this quickly.

He exerted force suddenly, pressing the blade down, then smoothly pulled it out and took a step back.

The one-eyed man staggered forward half a step after being pressed and pulled by him, and quickly steadied himself.

He held the knife in his right hand, hanging it at his side, while his left hand was behind his back.

That hand was trembling slightly.

The area between my thumb and forefinger was split open, and blood was dripping down my fingers.

He gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The two faced off.

Lin Feng was alone, facing more than a dozen people.

The wind blew in from the village entrance, stirring up yellow dust, and swirled between the two people.

The woman who had collapsed to the ground had stopped crying.

She stared wide-eyed at the boy, at his thin back, and at the ordinary short knife in his hand.

"Young master..." she murmured, her voice hoarse, but her eyes lit up.

"Help me..."

The one-eyed man heard it.

He sneered, "Save him? He can't even save himself."

He winked at one of his underlings.

The henchman understood, stepped forward with his knife, and pointed it at Lin Feng: "Kid, our boss just said that even if you stand there and let him hit you, you can't hurt him. Want to try?"

Lin Feng glanced at him but didn't say anything.

The henchman, thinking he was scared, became even more arrogant: "Come on! Slash here!"

He patted his chest.

"Dare you? If not, kneel down and call me grandpa!"

Lin Feng remained silent.

He simply stood there, knife in hand.

The henchman waited a few moments, and seeing that he remained unmoved, sneered, "Coward."

He turned and walked back.

Just as he turned around—

Lin Feng made a move.

He didn't rush towards the one-eyed man. He rushed towards that underling.

The henchman heard the wind whistling behind him and instinctively turned around.

A flash of light was already upon them.

He raised his knife in terror to parry.

"clang!"

His knife broke.

It broke in two, with the upper half flying out and embedding itself in the ground three zhang away.

He looked down at the remaining half of the knife in his hand and froze.

Then he felt a little dizzy.

My consciousness was hazy, and the scene before my eyes began to blur.

He saw the boy standing in front of him, his knife stained with blood, which looked like his own.

Then his knees buckled and he knelt on the ground.

Then, he collapsed.

Dust rose and settled on him.

The entire room fell silent.

The bandits stared wide-eyed at the motionless person on the ground.

A knife.

Just one cut.

There wasn't even a chance to parry; that person had the strength of the fourth level of the Acquired Realm, and even his sword was cut in half.

The woman, slumped on the ground, had eyes that were as wide as copper bells.

She looked at the boy, at the knife in his hand, and at the drops of blood sliding down the blade.

"Wow...that's amazing..."

The one-eyed man's face turned ashen.

His single eye was fixed on Lin Feng, the contempt in his eyes gone, replaced by solemnity. Such strength at such a young age.

Just who is this kid?

He gripped the knife hilt tightly; blood was still flowing from his hand, but he couldn't care less about the pain.

"Attack him together!" he growled. "Kill him!"

The bandits exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and raised their knives.

Lin Feng also raised his knife.

As the sun set, it dyed the village entrance a blood red.

On the dirt road, more than a dozen shadows stretched out long.