Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Lin.

The sound of weeping could be heard coming from the grand mansion.

As we walked inside, everyone in the hall had a solemn expression.

In the center of the hall was a corpse covered with a white sheet, covered with wounds from sharp blades. The cause of death was a knife wound to the throat.

Lin Yan's mother, Zhang, cried out in anguish, "Master! You must avenge Yan'er! Who was so cruel as to kill my Yan'er!"

"Is it that little bastard from the Chen family?!"

"Isn't that beast?!"

"It must be him! It must be him!"

"Yan'er just had a conflict with him, and now she's been poisoned! How can such a strange thing happen! I want him dead!"

"And those people who were drinking with Yan'er yesterday! They should all die! They should all die! All of them, die!"

"And that guy surnamed Meng! He should die too! He should die as well!"

"Die, all of you!"

The piercing screams assaulted everyone's eardrums.

"Why did it have to be my Yan'er who died! Not them!"

"Did they conspire to frame my Yan'er?!"

"Ahhhh! My Yan'er!"

Zhang's crying gradually became hoarse.

"Calm down."

Lin Chong'an said in a deep voice.

"Are you even human?! How can I calm down?! My Yan'er is dead! My Yan'er is dead!"

"I've already asked the Black Tiger Gang to deal with Chen Feng. He's definitely dead, but he might not be the murderer. There are no traces of the Five Elements Fist on Yan'er's body..."

"I don't care! He has to die! He has to die!"

"To be buried with Yan'er!"

At that moment, a servant rushed into the hall in a panic.

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

Zhang, who was crying pitifully, was disturbed by the servant, which made her angry. She slapped the servant across the face.

The servant instinctively flinched.

He narrowly avoided the slap that was coming.

"You dare to hide!" Zhang shouted angrily.

The servant's face turned pale instantly.

Bloodless.

After Zhang finished cursing, she slapped the servant again, the sound of which landed squarely on his cheek, leaving a red handprint.

Lin Chong'an frowned and shouted.

"Slap yourself!"

The servant knelt down in terror and began slapping himself.

"That scoundrel deserves to die! That scoundrel deserves to die!"

Still enraged, Zhang launched into a tirade, punching and kicking the attacker, shouting, "Die! Die!"

The servant was so frightened he nearly lost his mind, and he repeatedly slapped himself with both hands, the "slap slap" sound echoing in the hall.

His face turned bright red, and a few drops of blood oozed out.

Lin Chong'an then called a halt.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say! Then get out!"

The servant was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, and his speech slurred:

"Chen, Chen Feng... has become... has become Master Zhou's... personal disciple..."

After saying that, he fainted and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Lin Chong'an stared wide-eyed, while the rest of the crowd were shocked and began to murmur amongst themselves.

As for that servant, he was like a stray dog ​​that died by the roadside, ignored by everyone. His ultimate fate was most likely to be abandoned by another servant, left to fend for himself...

......

the other side.

Pingcheng Street Market.

The crowd was bustling, and as far as the eye could see, there were heads everywhere. Vendors along the roadside were shouting loudly.

The pancake stall was steaming hot, and next to the fruit stand, several children were playing and laughing, while a porter carrying a load of goods moved through the crowd.

"Second Senior Brother, is that really what Master instructed?"

Chen Feng held a string of candied hawthorns in his hand, eating them as he walked.

"Of course, he just wanted me to take you out shopping."

Second Senior Brother Yao Xingzhi was also holding a candied hawthorn.

He had licked the sugar coating off the top few hawthorns, but the hawthorns themselves remained intact.

He doesn't like sour foods.

Chen Feng couldn't help but wonder what two grown men were doing shopping.

"What were Master's exact words?"

"Hmm... 'Take your junior brother for a walk around the city...' That's what he said."

"Hey, believe me, this is the only fun place in Pingcheng. The rest is incredibly boring," Yao Xingzhi said confidently.

Chen Feng's eyelids twitched.

He felt that his master meant for his second senior brother to bring him out and make an appearance, so that the other forces in Pingcheng would become familiar with him.

"What kind of look is that? Do you think I'd lie to you?"

Yao Xingzhi looked at Chen Feng, then sighed like a deflated balloon, "Well, it's just that there aren't any holidays lately. If it were a good day, it would be even more lively."

"I can't exactly take you out for drinks and music, can I? That's no fun at all."

Chen Feng's expression shifted slightly.

Listening to music in a brothel?

Having been in this world for so long, he still hasn't adapted to local customs.

or......

"Alright, Second Senior Brother, tell me about the other senior brothers. I only know Senior Brother Zhao; I haven't met the others."

Chen Feng asked, ultimately it was will that triumphed over desire.

Although he didn't know what Chen Feng meant by suddenly saying "never mind," Yao Xingzhi still explained in detail:

"My eldest brother, Zhou Ling, is Master's only son. He went off to roam the martial world when I was still young, so you probably don't see him. Even Master might not be able to contact him, though he occasionally sends letters back."

"Third junior brother Lu Jinghong, well, how should I put it... his fist skills are first-rate, but he likes to practice swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship is terrible, utterly appalling."

"You know your fourth junior brother, Zhao Shanyue. He's very strong and skilled in boxing. Although he's the junior brother, he's the oldest after the eldest brother. He's a steady and reliable person."

"Finally, there's Fifth Junior Sister Su Wanqing... She chatters away like a little sparrow, quite cute, but her staff skills are really mediocre, she doesn't have much talent."

After listening, Chen Feng, although skeptical of his second senior brother's claim of "not having much talent," had a general understanding of the situation.

Then he asked:

"What do your personally instructed disciples usually do?"

"I either train new disciples or practice martial arts myself. Occasionally, I have to represent the martial arts school in a competition with other martial arts schools. That's about it."

"Our Longxing Martial Arts School is, after all, the top martial arts school in Pingcheng. It is inevitable that other martial arts schools will join forces to target us, and there will be several competitions every month."

Yao Xingzhi added.

"However, you have only just become a disciple and a martial artist. You will not be allowed to participate in the competition. You can just watch from the sidelines. Opportunities to observe real combat are rare."

Chen Feng nodded, indicating that he understood.

"That's about it. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Yao Xingzhi's eyes darted around as he spoke, glancing about everywhere.

Chen Feng glanced over and saw that the candied hawthorn in his second senior brother's hand had been reduced to just hawthorns, and it seemed he was looking for a place to throw it away.

"I've heard that Blood Refining Realm martial artists can earn money by taking on nominal positions, but as a direct disciple, will I be able to...?"

Yao Xingzhi was taken aback.

"Oh yes, that's right, you need to be careful..."

Yao Xingzhi spotted a chicken coop in the corner, flicked his wrist, and the hawthorn berries landed precisely in the coop.

A few hawthorns were broken into small pieces and were eagerly pecked at by several chickens.

Chen Feng was mentally prepared that he wouldn't be able to earn extra money after being labeled as a martial arts school.

But then Yao Xingzhi, after throwing away the signature, held up his free hand and gestured a number—

"You can't charge less than this amount, or you'll lose face."