Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 108 Aftermath

Chen Feng looked at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground and began to search them.

Wu Mang was clean; besides his documents and waist token, he only had a small amount of silver left for bribes.

No clues were found.

Those rebel soldiers were even more destitute; Chen Feng searched them for a long time before finally finding a sachet in the inner pocket of one of the corpses' clothes.

Chen Feng frowned. The sachet had a peculiar scent, a chaotic and mixed fragrance that was hard to describe.

With a flick of his fingertips, he opened the sachet, poured out the spices inside, and found a small interlayer in the inner slit containing a thin strip of paper.

The writing on the note was crooked and messy, more like graffiti than words.

Chen Feng memorized the shape of the strokes in his mind, then stuffed the note back into his hand.

The next step is to clean up the mess.

He loaded the numerous corpses onto the oxcart, and Chen Feng drove the oxcart away to a place where wild animals often roamed, where he dumped the bodies.

Fortunately, Wu Mang found this place to be secluded and deserted, so Chen Feng didn't have to worry about being seen by others. Moreover, it was nighttime, so even if someone was there, they wouldn't be able to see what was going on.

After disposing of the body, Chen Feng casually dumped the remaining goods in a ravine, released the cattle, and then returned to Yongning Bay.

After that, Chen Feng acted as if nothing had happened, handling his hall affairs as usual, or spending time in the martial arts arena.

With Wu Mang gone, just give Zhang Rong more work, and it won't be a big problem.

He was waiting for things to develop.

Wu Mang is dead, and the person behind the scenes will eventually come forward.

As the days went by, Chen Feng, following the gang's procedures, reported Wu Mang's sudden "disappearance".

To his surprise, the news that the Canglang Gang was about to hold a meeting was delivered first, and all the key members at the level of hall master and above in Yongning Bay had to attend.

As for the matter of the rebels, it seemed to have vanished without a trace, with no further updates. The city defense troops never came again, and the people sent by the gang to investigate only asked a few questions and hastily learned about the situation.

Finally, Chen Feng was told that he could start writing applications to recruit more people, either by applying to headquarters for a new steward or by recruiting one himself and submitting an application to join the gang.

It seemed as if an invisible hand was pressing everything down.

Chen Feng guessed that Wu Mang might have been a pawn from the beginning, and after sending people out of the city, he would be silenced.

Or perhaps the person behind the scenes is extremely cautious and unwilling to expose themselves in the slightest, only wanting to completely cover up the matter, which is why the gang has such an ambiguous attitude.

With no one causing trouble, Chen Feng was happy to have some peace and quiet, and devoted himself to cultivation every day, steadily improving his realm.

Several days later.

Inside the martial arts arena, Chen Feng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his aura steady and long.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, and a powerful aura spread outwards. He opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

Finally, he reached the perfect state of Qi Condensation.

Looking inward, one sees a clear and vast Qi Sea, bulging and full without any emptiness, with powerful true Qi surging and rushing like a torrent at the bottom of an abyss.

The aura was deep and powerful, rich and long-lasting, forming a seamless whole without any stagnation.

With a mere thought, his meridians could be completely filled with abundant true energy, enough to cover his skin, flesh, muscles, and bones.

Every muscle and every nook and cranny of the body is seamless and flawless.

You can now confidently break through to the Enlightenment stage.

However, Chen Feng planned to wait until he obtained the remaining content of the Canglang Technique before attempting a breakthrough.

Chen Feng controlled his true energy, which continuously extended outside his body, from one end all the way to the stone lock placed at the other end of the martial arts arena.

"call!"

With a whoosh, the heavy stone lock was tossed high into the air by Chen Feng's control of his true energy. After reaching its maximum height in the air, it plummeted down and finally landed safely in the giant hand formed by true energy.

"As easy as using one's own arm." A thought flashed through Chen Feng's mind: This is the Qi Condensation Realm Perfection, the control over true qi is simply terrifying.

Chen Feng continued to hold the stone lock, silently calculating the rate at which his internal energy was being consumed.

After about an incense stick's time, he could no longer maintain this posture.

This conclusion was reached by Chen Feng by suppressing his body's recovery ability and only looking at the consumption.

When he first entered the Qi Condensation Realm, let alone holding the stone lock for so long, he couldn't even reach it from that distance.

Chen Feng estimated that if it were him, who was at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, they could slap him to death from a great distance.

Clenching his fist, Chen Feng stood up, let out a long sigh, and called out, "Ma Song, prepare the car!"

Today is the day we are holding a church service.

Chen Feng tidied himself up a bit, changed into a clean set of hall master's robes, and walked out of the martial arts arena, his clothes fluttering lightly.

Huang San's carriage was already waiting at the door.

Ma Song followed closely behind, his expression respectful and fearful. He was already somewhat hunchbacked, but now he looked even more stooped.

Chen Feng said helplessly, "I remember everything. I won't transfer you. You don't need to do this."

He felt that Ma Song was shrewd and tactful, handled things efficiently, and was also good at interpersonal relationships.

Jingde even arranged for his elderly father to live next door to him.

But when it comes to important matters, he becomes timid and hesitant, losing his composure in his wild thoughts. Does Chen Feng seem like the kind of untrustworthy person?

"Yes, yes." Ma Song straightened up slightly.

"By the way, tell Zhang Rong to finish writing the application as soon as possible. It's been several days. Tell her that if she doesn't finish writing it, her workload won't be reduced."

Before getting into the carriage, Chen Feng suddenly remembered something and gave some instructions.

Currently, Zhang Rong is still the only deacon in the hall. Chen Feng was too lazy to write the recruitment application, so he simply handed it over to Zhang Rong. However, he didn't expect that she would be even lazier and keep putting it off.

Zhang Rong, who had just stepped out of the hall to greet someone, happened to hear Chen Feng's words. Her smile froze on her face, and then she sighed and turned back, looking sullen.

After Chen Feng was settled, Huang San raised his hand and cracked his whip, striking the horse with a "crack." The carriage wheels churned and spun, heading towards the Canglang Gang headquarters.

Before long, they arrived at their destination.

Chen Feng walked across the familiar central square, where many gang members had gathered due to the gathering.

Those core executives who are usually rarely seen all made an appearance today.

Chen Feng, dressed in a dark blue hall master's robe, appeared somewhat ordinary at this moment, with everyone's attention focused on the grand hall master, who was dressed in black silver robes.

Those people are the absolute core of the Canglang Gang.

As for the gray-brown branch hall masters, there are plenty of them here, but they're just here to join in the fun. Only hall masters and above can attend today's meeting.

"Haha! Chen Lang!"

A rough voice came from behind him. Chen Feng turned his head and saw Hong Wei.

He was the only high-ranking member of the main hall who Chen Feng had ever interacted with. Chen Feng had only heard of the other main hall members by name or had only met them once from afar.

As the head of the Punishment Hall, Hong Wei unconsciously exuded a chilling aura, causing the other gang members to keep their distance.

Hong Wei was extremely robust; just standing there, he looked like an iron tower.

He patted Chen Feng on the back with his large hand and laughed, "We haven't seen each other since our last fight, have we? When are you going to try again with me?"