Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 129 Infiltration

Glug glug.

The wheels made a clattering sound as they rolled over the gravel, and several wagons covered in dark brown burlap slowly drove along the official road.

As dusk settled and the setting sun disappeared completely behind the western mountains, Chen Feng, dressed in simple clothes and with his aura completely concealed, held a torch and drove the carriage.

The vehicle bears the mark of "Tianxiang Business Alliance".

Chen Feng and his group disguised themselves as a caravan of incense merchants, carrying a whole cartload of "spices and herbs," intending to "do business" in another city, passing through Yulan Town.

The group was surrounded by a faint aroma of sandalwood, star anise, and cinnamon.

It was neither too strong nor too weak, which perfectly suited the identity of the spice caravan.

The team was small, consisting of elite members of the gang, with Qi Condensation Realm cultivators being the main fighting force and the largest number, followed by those at the Internal Energy Refining Realm, and the rest being ordinary gang members.

Since martial artists don't have true qi to conceal themselves, their powerful qi and blood are easily detected, so they can only hide in the car and can only carry a few people.

"Remember your disguised identities, and don't give yourself away," Chen Feng turned to instruct the others.

"Yes," the crowd replied.

To avoid being recognized by the canal gang, everyone disguised themselves to some extent.

Some people put on beards, some wore wigs, and some even used ink to dot their faces with moles, turning their clean faces into pockmarked ones.

The headmaster of the Qi Condensation Realm concealed his aura with his true qi and wrapped himself tightly in clothes, making him extremely difficult to see in the night.

They pretended to be servants or coachmen.

Meanwhile, the ordinary members of the Blood Refining Realm disguised themselves as thugs for the caravan, riding horses around the caravan, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings, and "protecting" the caravan.

"Boss, I feel it's not quite right for me to be the leading merchant," Ge Shan said to Chen Feng, rubbing his brocade robe.

Chen Feng's tone was slightly reprimanding: "Seriously, I'm your supervisor now, don't call me boss."

"Then what should I do? I'm good at chopping people up, but I'm not so good at acting." Ge Shan scratched his head.

"Put your emotions into it, be immersive, imagine you are selling spices," Chen Feng said.

After a moment's thought, Ge Shan shook his head.

He had no idea what a spice seller should look like.

"Or you can put yourself in the shoes of a nouveau riche. You're a businessman who's made a lot of money and looks down on everyone." Chen Feng described a more straightforward and blunt image of a merchant.

Seeing Ge Shan lower his eyes and brows, Chen Feng pondered that if it really didn't work out, he might as well let Ge Shan squeeze into the carriage with the brothers in the Qi Refining Realm and replace him with someone else to be the merchant leader.

As for exchanging identities with Ge Shan and having Ge Shan become the manager, Chen Feng was even more uneasy, because the manager's identity required him to be in charge of making arrangements and talking to people the most, making him the easiest to be exposed.

As a cultivator at the Enlightenment Realm, Chen Feng could conceal his aura to the extreme. As long as he didn't make physical contact with someone of the same realm, others would only think he was an ordinary person.

"How about you...?"

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Just as Chen Feng was about to speak, he saw Ge Shan close his eyes, seemingly lost in memories.

When he opened his eyes again, his entire demeanor had completely changed. His chin was slightly raised, his expression arrogant, and his brows conveyed contempt and disdain.

Chen Feng's eyes lit up: "Yes, that's the feeling, arrogant and conceited."

I never expected Ge Shan to be such a performing genius.

Hearing Chen Feng's affirmation, Ge Shan's eyes lit up with surprise: "Boss, I've found that sense of immersion you were talking about."

Chen Feng laughed and said, "Not bad, keep it up. You need to maintain this state until you enter Magnolia Town."

Furthermore, you should act exactly as businessmen do, and avoid doing anything that seems out of place.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ge Shan blinked, quickly getting into the zone and resuming his arrogant demeanor.

Chen Feng nodded with satisfaction.

The next moment, Ge Shan took out a small silver coin from his pocket and tossed it to Chen Feng, who subconsciously reached out and caught it.

Just as he was wondering about Ge Shan's inexplicable behavior, he saw Ge Shan squinting, putting on airs, and slowly say, "Little Chen, you've done a good job this month. Consider this a reward from your master."

Chen Feng:

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They get into character pretty quickly.

"Thank you for the silver, sir." Chen Feng put on a fawning smile and pocketed the silver.

The other gang members' lips twitched slightly, and they silently looked away, pretending nothing had happened.

Behind the scenes, seeing how much Chen Feng valued it, they all secretly straightened their expressions to make their performances more convincing.

Yulan Town is not far from Feiyu Ferry. The carriages and horses moved slowly and soon arrived at Yulan Town.

Upon reaching the town entrance, a group of soldiers in armor stepped forward, and the leader of the guard waved to signal the group to stop.

Chen Feng dismounted and stepped forward, clutching a pre-prepared list of goods, caravan pass, and a substantial piece of silver.

"Who are you? Where are you from? What goods are on the vehicle?" the team leader asked after taking a look.

"General, you must be tired from your duty." Chen Feng approached, his voice humble, and handed over the silver hidden under the invoice and travel permit. "We are spice traders. We were traveling during the day and missed the appointed time. We would like to rest in town. We hope you can grant us this favor."

The team leader glanced at Chen Feng's cloth shirt, then looked at the truck and the people on it, scrutinizing them suspiciously for a moment.

The guards, merchants, and coachmen—the head of the group glanced at everyone but didn't notice anything amiss.

As he approached the carriage, he saw the merchant alliance's mark and smelled a spice aroma, which dispelled most of his doubts.

Finally, he took the silver, weighed it in his hand, scanned the handwriting on the invoice, checked the official seal, and after confirming that everything was correct, he completely dispelled his doubts.

The leader of the group was unwilling to put in much effort, so he didn't investigate carefully and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, go in."

"Thank you very much." Chen Feng repeatedly cupped his hands in thanks, then turned and waved to signal the group to move forward.

The soldiers stopped blocking them and let them pass.

Excitement flashed in everyone's eyes as they drove their carriages into Magnolia Town.

We've always been on the defensive, but it's finally time to take the initiative.

The carriage moved slowly forward. When they were a little away from the town entrance, Chen Feng said, "According to the original plan, although the canal gangs will be checking things closely at night, the darkness will cover us. We won't stay at an inn. Instead, we'll go around to the vicinity of the canal wharf in the west of the town and lie in wait until midnight. Then we'll head straight for the ship's dock."

Chen Feng spoke in a very low voice, which, mixed with the evening breeze, was almost inaudible from a distance.

Upon hearing the order, the "drivers" drove the oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages westward towards the town.

The town's streets and alleys were deserted, with every household closed and lights off, leaving only a few lanterns casting a dim, yellowish glow along the street, their dappled light providing perfect cover.

Chen Feng led the team, deliberately avoiding the main street and heading around secluded alleys.

As they approached the helm, the patrolling members of the Canal Gang appeared more and more frequently.

The patrolling members of the Canal Gang carried lanterns and walked along the street in twos and threes, their sword sheaths clattering softly as they chatted idly.

Two guards from the canal gang noticed the convoy and, carrying their waist knives, walked towards the group.

Who are you?

Why are you still wandering around the streets even though it's already night?

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