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Wu Feng stood aside, watching her quietly. He didn't step forward to help or say anything, but simply glanced indifferently at her wound.

He turned around, walked to a nearby rock, sat down, opened his backpack, and began to examine his spoils.

Most of them were third-rate martial arts manuals, along with a few ordinary iron weapons and some silver scraps.

The assassins from Mantuo Manor varied in skill level, with three or four of them having reached the level of second-rate martial artists, and the items they dropped were relatively of higher quality.

He swiped his fingertips to check the attributes of each item, his face remaining completely expressionless.

I've already learned quite a few third-rate martial arts manuals, but there are still a few I haven't learned yet.

Once I've learned it, I can practice until I reach the highest level and further improve my attributes.

Those ordinary ironware items aren't even good enough to be spares; I'll sell them later to avoid taking up space.

He paused slightly as his fingertips brushed against a purple cane, his gaze falling on the cane's attributes.

This is a purple-quality weapon with decent stats, but unfortunately it's in the form of a cane, making it useless to him.

He lightly weighed the cane in his hand; it felt slightly cool and hard. He then shook his head and casually tossed it back into his backpack.

So many people, yet they're not even as good as the orange feather fan that Ding Chunqiu revealed back then.

At least that feather fan can assist in performing moves; it has many functions and is essentially a hidden weapon.

This walking stick is utterly useless.

After inspecting all the spoils, Wu Feng put away his backpack and looked up at Mu Wanqing, whose wounds had been bandaged.

She had stood up again, the strips of cloth wrapped around her arm neatly, but her face was still pale and her breathing had not yet fully calmed down.

Wu Feng stood up and slowly walked to her: "Miss, how did you end up being chased by the people from Mantuo Manor? Judging from their moves, they were ruthless, yet they left some room for maneuver. It doesn't seem like they wanted to kill you."

Upon hearing the words "Mantuo Manor," Mu Wanqing's face instantly turned cold, a hint of hatred flashing in her eyes. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her knuckles turning slightly white, and her tone became icy: "They didn't come to kill me, they came to kill my master. Since they couldn't catch my master, they wanted to catch me and force me to tell them where my master was."

As she spoke, she looked up at Wu Feng, the hatred in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by gratitude. She bowed slightly to Wu Feng and said respectfully, "My name is Mu Wanqing. Thank you for saving my life, young hero. I am deeply grateful and will repay your kindness in the future."

Wu Feng said calmly, "Wu Changfeng, Miss Mu, you don't need to be so polite. It was just a small favor. It was only by chance that we ran into each other, so it was only right that I lend a hand."

Looking at his calm demeanor, Mu Wanqing's eyes flashed with admiration, but then a hint of hesitation appeared. She bit her lower lip and said softly, "Young hero, I still have important matters to attend to and cannot stay any longer. I will take my leave now. If we meet again, I will certainly repay your great kindness today."

As she spoke, she looked towards the distant mountains and forests, her eyes filled with urgency, clearly worried about her master's safety.

Wu Feng nodded slightly upon hearing this.

This is clearly the beginning of a series of quests. As long as the questline isn't disrupted, we'll definitely encounter Mu Wanqing again in the future. These things can't be rushed; we can only wait for the right opportunity. "Farewell, Miss Mu, take care on your journey."

Mu Wanqing nodded gratefully and turned to walk towards the woods not far away.

There were more than a dozen fine horses parked there, all ridden by the assassins from Mantuo Manor. Because the fight had just taken place in an open area, the horses were not affected.

At this moment, it was munching on the grass with its head down, occasionally raising its head to let out a low hiss and flicking its tail to shoo away the mosquitoes on its body.

Mu Wanqing walked to the horses and patted the neck of a black horse. The black horse gently rubbed against her palm and nuzzled her sleeve with its nose, as if trying to soothe her tense emotions.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her eagerness, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and gracefully flipped onto the horse's back. Her movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, clearly showing that she was a seasoned rider with agile skills.

He tightened the reins, glanced back at Wu Feng with gratitude and reluctance in his eyes, then spurred the horse hard. The black horse neighed, reared up, and galloped into the depths of the forest.

The horse's hooves pounded across the grass, splashing up fine dirt and grass clippings, and its figure quickly disappeared into the dense woods.

Wu Feng stood still, calmly watching Mu Wanqing's figure disappear into the distance until the horses were no longer visible. Only then did he slowly withdraw his gaze and turn to look at the dozen or so fine horses in front of him.

These horses had glossy coats and agile bodies. Although they were not top-class steeds, they were still good horses with strong builds. They were probably used by the assassins of Mantuo Manor for long-distance raids, which is why they were able to survive the fight unscathed.

He walked slowly forward, reached out and touched the neck of a white horse. The white horse obediently turned its head, nuzzled his palm, and let out a low hum.

Wu Feng felt the horse's warm fur with his fingertips and gently shook his head.

The horses cannot be packed into the backpack, and it would be quite difficult to take all of them with you.

His gaze swept over the dozen or so fine horses as he began to ponder.

If we could take these horses to the horse market in Dali City and sell them, we could probably make a profit.

You know, the silver coins those assassins dropped only amounted to a little over a hundred taels. If these horses could be sold for the same price, it would be worth the extra trip.

After a moment of silence, Wu Feng no longer hesitated. He bent down, picked up the reins from the ground, tied the reins of more than a dozen horses together into a sturdy knot, and then, holding the knot, slowly walked towards Dali City.

The horses were very docile, following him slowly behind, occasionally letting out a neigh that broke the silence of the forest.

The sound of hooves clattering on the ground blended with the rustling of leaves in the wind, creating a unique rhythm.

They traveled in silence, with Wu Feng leading his horse toward Dali City.

The scenery along the way is constantly changing, gradually transitioning from dense forests to sparse trees. The outline of Dali City in the distance gradually becomes clear, with its blue bricks and gray tiles, towering city walls, and bustling crowds at the city gate.

Before long, he arrived at the gate of Dali City with more than a dozen horses. The soldiers guarding the city glanced at him and, seeing that he was leading a group of horses, were somewhat curious but did not ask any questions. They simply signaled for him to pass.

After entering Dali City, Wu Feng headed straight towards the horse market.

The horse market is located on the west side of the city. It is a bustling place with shouts and the neighing of horses.

He led his horse to a large horse dealer's stall, where several fine horses were displayed and the dealer was busy serving customers.

Seeing Wu Feng leading a group of horses, the horse trader immediately came forward, his face beaming with a warm smile. He looked Wu Feng up and down at the horses behind him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes: "Young hero, are you here to sell horses?"

Wu Feng nodded slightly, his tone calm: "Yes, these dozen or so horses are all healthy and disease-free. Name your price." He looked calmly at the horse dealer.

The horse trader carefully examined the horses' build, coat color, and hooves, then reached out and touched their backs to confirm they were healthy. After a moment's thought, he said, "Young master, these are just ordinary good horses, not exactly fine steeds. I'll give you eight taels of silver per horse, and these fifteen horses will cost a total of one hundred and twenty taels of silver. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Feng nodded slightly without the slightest hesitation: "Okay."

He already knew the price was right; it wasn't high, but it wasn't low either, so there was no need to haggle over it.

Seeing his straightforwardness, the horse trader's smile widened, and he quickly turned around, took out one hundred and twenty taels of silver from his money bag, and handed it to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng took the silver and casually tossed it into his backpack.