Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 130, Third Update

The dim light of the lanterns illuminated the lazy expressions of the two guards on duty.

Seeing that the group of people were well-organized, smelled strongly of spices, and had the Wanxiang Merchant Alliance sign on their vehicles, they lowered their guard by a little.

The leader raised his lantern, letting its faint light dissipate the darkness and illuminate the faces of the group, muttering, "They all look unfamiliar."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Several hall masters secretly clenched their fists, preparing to quickly subdue the two should they be exposed, in order to prevent a disturbance.

Chen Fengxing gave a wink, signaling everyone not to act rashly, and then said, "You two have worked hard. We are from the Wanxiang Merchant Alliance. We brought over spices from the south, this—"

Before he could finish speaking, the guard coughed twice, tugged at his uniform, and gently pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.

Chen Feng was taken aback; this was a direct demand for money.

Then, he took out a piece of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into the guard's hand.

The guard's expression relaxed after taking it, revealing a "you know what's good for you" look.

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes. He tilted his head, indicating that Chen Feng and the others could leave.

Everyone in the car breathed a sigh of relief. This place was close to the port of the Canal Gang, and if a conflict broke out now, Yan Lie could easily hear it.

Those at the Enlightenment Realm possess extremely keen perception; they can quickly detect even the slightest hint of blood.

Just as the convoy was about to leave.

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The officer on duty called out to the convoy.

Everyone's hearts sank. Several gang members disguised as thugs had already secretly reached for the swords at their waists, ready to strike at any moment.

But then they heard the guard say, "There are two of us, but we only have one tael of silver. This is a bit of a problem."

The guard glanced sideways, pursed his lips, and slightly hooked his fingertip, indicating that he didn't have enough money.

"————" Everyone was speechless.

Chen Feng did not pay immediately. Instead, he acted like a normal vendor, playing the victim card and pleading with the guard, saying things like, "It's a small business, and it's not easy to run."

He was afraid that if he paid too readily, it would arouse the other party's suspicion.

Who would have thought that the next moment would be like this?

Ge Shan cleared his throat and said, "Brothers, there's no need for further words. I, Ge, have traveled all over the country for many years and never haggle over such a small amount of money."

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat. He turned his head and saw Ge Shan riding on horseback, looking down at him, toying with a sachet in his hand. Ge Shan continued, "I, the steward, was blind to your greatness. I couldn't tell you two were extraordinary people. How could I possibly offer such a small amount of silver? Consider it a good deal to spend a little more money today to make friends with heroes!"

The two porters looked at each other in bewilderment.

They then smiled with satisfaction, thinking, "Good, this brother, though a merchant, is so decisive."

Ge Shan waved his hand dismissively: "Manager, bring the money!"

Chen Feng: "————"

He took out some more money from his pocket and handed it to the two guards.

The leader took the item, weighed it in his hand, nodded with a smile, then patted Chen Feng on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Otherwise, my brother could become a wealthy businessman, while you can only be a manager. That shows your vision."

"————" Chen Feng was speechless.

After seeing off the two greedy canal gang members on duty, the truck continued on its way and soon turned into a small alley, arriving at its destination.

The alleyway contained a warehouse used by merchants to store their goods. This warehouse was used normally on weekdays to avoid attracting attention, but in reality, it had been bought by a merchant who had cooperated with the Canglang Gang a long time ago.

The helm station of the canal gang was not far from the warehouse.

Their successful concealment of their identities to enter this place indicates that the operation is mostly complete; all that remains is to launch a surprise attack on the canal gang's headquarters.

After parking the carriages, everyone got off, and one after another, strong men at the Qi Refining Realm emerged from the carriages.

Lu Kui, who had been hiding for a long time, came out to stretch his muscles and then stood silently to the side to wait.

Ge Shan dismounted, approached Chen Feng, patted his chest, and said, "Boss, how was my acting?"

Chen Feng strode towards the carriage, unloaded the goods one by one, and said, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and unload the things."

"Oh, oh." Ge Shan stepped forward.

"Be careful with your movements, don't make too much noise," Chen Feng instructed in a low voice.

The gang members immediately sprang into action, dismantling the cargo inside the carriage.

Neatly arranged on the outermost layer were packets of spices wrapped in coarse linen, emitting a faint aroma.

As the outer spice packets were unloaded one by one and piled up in the corner of the warehouse, the contents of the inner compartment were finally revealed—a uniform array of weapons, all polished to a gleaming cold light.

Each piece gleamed with a cold, eerie luster.

The weapons were carefully carried down by the group and gently placed on the floor of the storeroom, the metal clanging together with a soft, crisp metallic sound.

In less than half an incense stick's time, everyone held their weapons, stood in a row, holding their breath and waiting for the next command. Only the sound of orderly yet suppressed breathing could be heard in the storeroom.

Chen Feng glanced at the fearless gang members, raised his hand to signal, and divided them into small teams: "You few, keep a close eye on the main gate of the canal gang's shipyard; you sneak to hide near the dock and keep an eye on the movements of the canal gang's reinforcements; the rest of you, wait for the time to come and attack the shipyard with me."

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The crowd accepted the order with solemn expressions.

The gang members who were called upon sprang into action, stepping out of the warehouse and silently disappearing into the night, becoming one with the darkness.

Lu Kui remained silent, standing quietly to the side.

His coarse cloth outfit was stretched taut by his bulging muscles; his muscular arms and solid waist exuded a savage strength.

With a towering physique over two meters tall, he stood like an iron wall, exuding an extremely aggressive aura. If paired with a fierce expression, he would definitely be the one to stop children from crying.

Chen Feng couldn't understand why Lu Kui, who looked so fierce, would advocate avoiding war.

He glanced at the thick-backed machete hanging at Lu Kui's waist and said, "You only have one mission tonight: kill Yan Lie. It would be best if you could kill him, but if you can't, I'll take action."

Lu Kui said in a muffled voice, "You don't need to worry about it."

Chen Feng nodded slightly, said no more, and leaned against the shadows inside the warehouse with the other gang members.

He looked out the window, staring at the faint lights of the distant canal boat dock, quietly waiting for the third watch of the night.

The third watch is when people are sleeping the most soundly and are least alert. Night patrols are also prone to slacking off, becoming drowsy and distracted, making defenses the most relaxed.

Time passed slowly.

As night deepened, the distant sound of the watchman's drum echoed through the night. With each strike, the third watchman's drum sounded, and the dull thud of the clapper resounded through the night sky, reaching Chen Feng's ears.

The third watch drumbeat had just fallen, its last lingering echo dissipating into the pitch-black night.

Without further hesitation, Chen Feng exerted force with his feet and shot out of the warehouse door like an arrow.

Holding the standard-issue fine iron sword provided by the gang in his palm, he was like a cold, clear light that instantly pierced through the darkness, rushing straight towards the gang's headquarters!

Several gang members followed closely behind.

Several stray cats meowed on the eaves, their vertical pupils reflecting several dark shadows that flashed by too quickly to make out.

The two guards at the canal rudder were dozing off against the gatepost, their eyes still sleepy, when they suddenly heard the wind pick up.

Before he could even open his eyes and cry out in surprise, Chen Feng's longsword swept across, and two streaks of blood appeared.

The guard didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.