Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 144 Transfer

[Experience +100]

He was just a lowly bandit in the Blood Refining Realm.

Chen Feng spotted the group's encirclement from a great distance, so much so that the system didn't even give him a "ambush" notification.

The grass and trees beside the carriage rustled.

Several figures emerged from the shadows beneath the trees; they were other bandits.

Since the body rolled out facing the carriage, the other bandits lying in ambush in the woods were unaware of what had happened.

In their eyes, their own brother had inexplicably fallen and exposed his whereabouts.

The leader of the black-clad robbers gritted his teeth, raised his arm, and shouted, "Brothers, attack! Kill them!"

Suddenly, several knife-wielding robbers sprang out from both sides of the woods and surrounded Chen Feng and his companion.

"kill!!"

On both sides of the official road, bandits dressed in coarse cloth shirts leaped down from the trees and pounced on the carriage one after another.

"Sigh, they're courting death." Chen Feng sighed softly, then said to Wen Nian, "Drive the carriage forward and ignore them."

Wen Nian looked at the swarming robbers approaching from all sides, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "Yes."

Just then, a bandit happened to pass by the corpse. He caught a glimpse of the gruesome blood hole on the corpse's forehead, and his expression changed drastically.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Before he could even finish shouting, several sharp whooshing sounds suddenly rang out.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Chen Feng used all the stones in his hand as bullets and fired them, accurately hitting the heads of the various bandits.

Bandits at a lower cultivation level have bones that are not hard enough, and their skulls can be pierced directly by stones; while bandits at the Bone Forging Realm have bones that are harder than stones.

The moment his head came into contact with the pebble, it exploded along with the pebble.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

It burst open like a watermelon, splashing out bright red.

Several bandits who had leaped into the air fell straight down, crashing heavily onto the official road, their eyes wide open in death.

In the blink of an eye, the group of bandits at the forefront had all been shot dead by Chen Feng.

The scene was too bloody.

The remaining bandits were so frightened that they stood frozen in place, too afraid to move.

They let the carriage drive away.

"My God—" Wen Nian drove the carriage, but his hand holding the reins was trembling slightly, revealing the unease in his heart.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Chen Feng now held a hint of fear and awe.

This was the first time he had ever seen a Grand Martial Master make a move.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly kind and approachable Lord Chen was so decisive in killing the enemy, his actions were utterly swift and devastating.

He noticed that among those bandits, there were quite a few who were much stronger than him.

But they couldn't even withstand a small pebble.

"Boss, awesome!" Wen Nian shouted, his face regaining its excited expression.

Chen Feng looked up and glanced at Wen Nian again. The other party's gaze had seemed somewhat fearful just now, but he had adjusted so quickly.

They have a pretty good ability to learn.

The wheels roll forward, heading into the distance.

No unexpected incidents occurred along the way. Some wild beasts in the mountains, influenced by the beast-repelling powder carried by Wen Nian, avoided the carriage.

The next evening, the two arrived in Yanliu Town to replenish their water and food supplies.

This place is not under the jurisdiction of the Canglang Gang, so it is considered to be within the territory of the Cao Gang. However, Yanliu Town is not along the river, so there is no corresponding branch or personnel stationed here.

Only a few local gangs are active in the town, and the highest level they reach is only at the Qi Refining Realm; there isn't a single Martial Master.

After resting in the town for a night, the two packed up and set off for the next town, Yunxi Town.

There you can transfer to the canal and travel by water, which will be much faster.

Two days later, at the Yunxi Town Wharf.

The beach is paved with bluestone, polished to a shine by the footsteps of passersby, with damp moss embedded in the crevices.

Seven or eight cargo boats were moored on the shore. They had deep drafts and wide hulls, and their decks were piled high with cargo boxes and grain sacks, tightly bound together with thick hemp ropes.

Some boats had faded "Cao" flags flying along their sides, fluttering in the salty river wind.

The dock was crowded and chaotic. Porters, shirtless with cloths draped over their shoulders, carried goods back and forth, their shouts, the sounds of goods clattering, and the calls of boatmen blending together.

Wealthy merchants in fine clothes preparing to board the ship, wandering swordsmen with short knives at their waists, merchants carrying bamboo baskets to do business... Everyone was busy, yet they all carried a certain degree of vigilance.

His eyes were alert, glancing at the crowd every now and then.

Upon seeing members of the canal gang swaggering down the street, they quickly scattered to the side, afraid of getting into trouble.

Chen Feng and Wen Nian wrapped their gray cloth shirts tightly around themselves, with their bags slung across their shoulders, neither conspicuous nor ostentatious.

The two didn't speak to anyone else, but silently squeezed through the crowd, their eyes quickly scanning the markings on each boat and the expressions of the boatmen. They were looking for ordinary boatmen.

Boatmen cannot be members of the canal gangs, otherwise it will only cause trouble.

The destinations of the ships were recorded on wooden boards not far from the dock archway. Chen Feng had already memorized them and only needed to find those that passed through Pingcheng.

He quickly identified a cargo ship located further inside the dock.

This is a medium-sized vessel, serving both passenger and cargo purposes, and can carry forty to fifty people.

Furthermore, the ship belonged to a merchant alliance and had only a cooperative relationship with the Canal Gang.

The private boats were too small and crowded, and the boarding inspections and identity verifications on the canal gang boats were too troublesome. This middle ground was the most suitable option for Chen Feng and his companion.

As the two approached, the boatman was squatting on the ground smoking a pipe.

The boatman was about forty years old, lean, with dark brown skin from years of sun exposure, and large, rough hands like old tree bark.

"Get on the boat?" The boatman looked up, his voice hoarse, and sized up Chen Feng and his companion.

Chen Feng didn't say much, but Wen Nian agreed, took out some loose silver from his purse, and handed it over.

"Go to Pingcheng."

The boatman weighed it in his hand, put it in his pocket, and stepped aside to make way: "Find a place inside, behave yourself, and don't touch the cargo."

Wen Nian quickly said, "We still have some things at the dock that haven't been moved over yet."

The boatman waved his hand impatiently: "Then hurry up, the boat won't wait for anyone once it leaves."

Seeing that the boatman still had this attitude even after receiving the money, Wen Nian released a wisp of his own blood energy to show that he was a martial artist.

The boatman's expression immediately changed 180 degrees, and he said he wasn't in a hurry.

The two walked back, and the carriage was parked in an open space by the dock, with the driver tying up the horses.

The carriage and driver were rented; the original one had been stored at the carriage rental company.

It's charged daily, and it's not expensive.

We can collect it when we return home after the New Year.

The two walked back to the carriage and spent some money to call two porters.

After explaining the requirements, Li Fu moved the packages, wooden boxes, and the tank containing the flying silver fish from the car to the dock and placed them gently.

The boatmen then set up a wide wooden gangway, with one end on the shore and the other on the deck, steadily connecting the two routes.

Just as the laborer was preparing to load the items onto the boat.

Four members of the Canal Gang walked over from not far from the dock.

All four were dressed in matching short-sleeved outfits; one was an old man and the other three were young and strong. They carried standard-issue short swords at their waists and patrolled this way.

As the old man passed by Chen Feng, he paused slightly and glanced down at the chests and wooden boxes on the ground.

His gaze fell on several wooden boxes, his brows furrowing slightly as he questioned, "What are these things?"

The porters immediately fell silent and dared not say another word.