Chapter 213: Chapter 162: Confused Feng Yin Chapter 213: Chapter 162: Confused Feng Yin …
“You want to go out and play?” Zhuang Weiran looked at Feng Yin with a stunned expression.
“Yes.” Feng Yin said.
“You’re so at ease.” Zhuang Weiran was genuinely surprised.
Aren’t you moving too fast? You only just reached Gold Rank and received training notice, and you don’t want to work hard anymore?
“There’s not much to do right now, and I’m not short of money or resources.”
“There’s still more than twenty days before the training starts,” Feng Yin said with all due reason. “There’s plenty of ti. I should play and relax, balance work and rest!”
In Feng Yin’s mind, his current state was like completing high school in his previous life. After an enormous amount of practice and the final exam, he successfully got the admission notice from Qingbei University.
Isn’t it natural to relax at such tis?
Isn’t this sothing that should be taken for granted?
Zhuang Weiran finally lowered his eyelids. His thinking was more biased towards the common thinking of the martial artists in the Anping continent: when you are at peace, you should think about possible dangers. At this ti, should you not be practicing even more, using every minute and every second to practice, striving to get good results in training?
It’s fair to say that Zhuang Weiran’s way of thinking, and Feng Yin’s way, are two extres: going in completely different directions!
Each towards the other, is incomprehensible.
“Go and play then.” Zhuang Weiran said resignedly: “After you’ve had enough fun, you can train your pet beast again. You have to save enough ti for your training.”
“For , it’s really not difficult.”
Feng Yin put Feng Ying in his pocket, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. He looked as handso as a prince, and he walked out leisurely.
The wind was gentle, the air was fresh. He laughed heartily and went out, I’m going to have fun for the day!
Feng Ying owed excitedly from his pocket, finally going out to play.
There is no burden, no restrictions, just going out to play!
Poor little guy, since he was born, this was his first real chance to go out and play for fun’s sake.
Of course she was so excited that she was almost out of control!
“Should I have Aunt Zhuang go with you?”
Zhuang Weiran, because of his high vigilance, always refused to lower his guard entirely, in case of any unexpected changes.
“It’s no big deal, I’m just going out for a while, for a stroll. What could possibly go wrong?”
Feng Yin firmly refused.
Zhuang Weiran wanted to continue, but was stopped by Hu Lengyue, so he said nothing more.
After Feng Yin left, Hu Lengyue glared at her husband: “You dunce… After all these years, how co you still can’t read between the lines?”
“What?”
Zhuang Weiran was taken aback: “He’s taking a cat out, not a woman. What’s there to read between the lines?”
“Oh…”
Hu Lengyue rolled her eyes, extrely annoyed: “How haven’t you figured out what kind of person Kid Feng is by now? He regards safety more than anything else. He’s the kind of person who worries about falling bricks when walking. If he insists on going out by himself, there must be sothing he needs to do by himself. Why would he bring you along?”
“Given his nature, if it wasn’t sothing highly secret, he would probably bring both of us along!”
Hu Lengyue pointed at her husband’s forehead: “You’re such a fool. You’ve always been like this from young till now. When can you improve?”
“Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh…” Zhuang Weiran covered his forehead.
…
Feng Yin had just stepped out the door when he felt sothing was amiss.
It seed… many people are discussing the Heavenly Judge?
The assassin?
And it’s about related to Wenrou’s issue?
What’s going on?
Has sothing unexpected related to him happened?
Feng Yin’s face remained unchanged, still appearing as jubilant as ever, but his heart had gone on alert.
All I did was complete a Gold Rank task, why does it seem like the whole world knows about it?
Why would such a small matter astound the world?
However, since it involves him, he can’t ignore it. Feng Yin changed his initial intention of going out, casually found a bustling teahouse, and walked in.
Although he still wanted to go out of the city, having heard of these issues, just going ahead without concern would an his heart was too big. After all, this was happening related to him.
Feng Yin casually ordered a pot of tea, then began to listen to the conversations around him.
His right hand gently pressed against Feng Ying in his pocket, signaling her to stay inside.
The little one flipped over in his pocket with her belly facing up, her eyes peeping at Feng Yin’s face through a small gap. Even her purring stopped, only her two little paws kept dabbing at Feng Yin’s hand.
Feng Yin poked the little one’s belly with his finger.
Feng Ying imdiately hugged Feng Yin’s finger with her two fluffy little paws, looking very satisfied.
The tea house was bustling, and everyone was talking about the latest happenings in town.
But what sparked the most discussion was that Supre Mountain was gathering clues about the assassin Wenrou.
No need to eavesdrop, several tables were discussing the Heavenly Judge and Assassin Wenrou. The na “Wenrou” was ntioned frequently.
Feng Yin’s heart thumped in his chest, so he couldn’t help but listen intently.
“I have to say, this gentle fella here, is quite the badass guy. As expected of the newly popular gold-rank assassin, there’s no one he wouldn’t dare to kill!”
A bearded man drank his tea and praised with admiration written all over his face: “Just for killing Young Master Mo alone is already quite an achievent. Killing the long-listed big bad guy isn’t sothing that an ordinary person can do. What’s even more shocking is, this gentle assassin, even dared to kill the heir of Supre Mountain. He’s a truly bold guy, exceptionally outstanding, and courageous beyond normal asures. The phrase ‘fearless’ doesn’t even begin to describe him.”
The… The heir of Supre Mountain?!
Feng Yin’s hand trembled at the news, almost dropping his teacup.
His heart began to tremble uncontrollably.
When the hell did I… when did I do such a shocking thing?
That’s Supre Mountain, one of the world-famous Three Mountains!
I couldn’t even hide quickly enough, so how did I dare to kill their heir?!
If he’s an heir of the Three Mountains, even if I wanted to kill him and dared to do so, I’d have to be capable of it. Isn’t this giving too much credit?
“Indeed, every gold-rank assassin of the Heavenly Judge is a real deal. But I wonder what dastardly deeds Young Master Mo committed to incur such wrath.”
“He must be soaked in blood, owing countless debts of blood, otherwise, why would a assassin of the Heavenly Judge kill him?”
“Sigh, as much as we admire, it’s foreseeable that this gold-rank assassin will get into trouble afterwards…”
“You’re right. That’s the young master of Supre Mountain, the heir. Whoever kills him, has to pay the price. He wasn’t easy to kill… sigh.”
“Exactly. It’s said that Young Master Mo’s third uncle, Mo San, is already in Yuezhou, without hiding his intentions of revenge.”
“Your news is outdated. He has already hired a Heavenly Judge’s assassin. This person is being paid a high price and doesn’t do anything else other than refreshing the Heavenly Judgnt, looking for all news related to the Gentle Assassin.”
“Oh? How do you know so much?”
“Simply by process of elimination. The recruitnt notice is gone, doesn’t it an that they already found a person? Considering Supre Mountain’s strength, they don’t need a Heavenly Judge’s assassin to take revenge; isn’t it obvious that they are using the Heavenly Judgnt? Why aren’t you thinking straight?”
“Oh oh oh oh… That makes sense, that’s indeed how it goes.”
“Wonder if this gold-rank assassin nad Gentle can escape this disaster… Sigh, it doesn’t look too optimistic.”
“It indeed looks very grim… The opponent after all is Supre Mountain, one of the Three Mountains, an existence we dare not even think about.”
“Sigh…”
Everyone sighed together.
One table had just finished discussing, another was still going on, the tables nearby were also talking about the sa topic, all revolving around the Gentle Assassin.
Feng Yin, sitting in the corner, had beco rigid, his lips trembling.
Dumbfounded!
Stunned like a wooden chicken!
When the hell did I… when did I kill this young master?
This is… an absolutely unjust accusation!
Who… who’s trying to set up?!
I’m so done with that person!
I won’t let them off!
Just thinking about confronting the enormous entity like Supre Mountain, Feng Yin’s heart turned cold.
The consequences of confronting such a super powerful sect can be seen through the tragic situation of Zhuang Weiran and his wife.
What’s more, Zhuang Weiran and his wife were only up against Four Boundless; and as for , I’ve been frad for a cri I didn’t commit, it’s Supre Mountain that is after , which is even more fearso than Four Boundless!
One of the Three Mountains nowadays!
Gosh, I’m screwed.
Still in shock, Feng Yin started to recall everything: what exactly happened here? How did I get blad for sothing I didn’t do?
The most important question is… who is that dead young master?
What does he look like?
I don’t seem to have seen him!
Right, I totally don’t know him, never t him, so how could I have killed him?
Sothing is really wrong here… very wrong!
I wonder, if I take the initiative to go to Supre Mountain and explain, could this misunderstanding be cleared up?
Do I even have the capability to kill an elite disciple of Supre Mountain?
Good heavens… I was just happily content less than half a day ago, how did this calamity strike so suddenly?!
“The target of my mission was clearly Mo Zhengdao… wait, Mo Zhengdao… Mo! Damn it!…”
Feng Yin purposely recalled the causes and consequences and his eyes widened.
“Could it be… Feng Ying… those swift wind blades did kill many people, and amongst them, was Young Master Mo included? That heir of the Supre Mountain is pretty weak then.”
Discussions from the neighboring table drifted over, “It’s not just Young Master Mo’s uncle… Rumor has it that the parents of Young Master Mo also ca to Yuezhou personally, but they went sowhere else looking for a more reliable and direct path for revenge. Seems like, they wouldn’t stop until they have their revenge.”
“Well, of course, if your son got killed, would you let it be?”
“Damn it, why bring my son into this? Your son got killed!”
“Hehe… I was just making a comparison. Why so serious…”
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