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Back at the camp, Lin Feng went to find Zhang Qian first.

"Help me request seven days off."

Zhang Qian was eating a steamed bun when he almost choked.

"Seven days? Where to?"

"Private matter."

"How will we explain this to Commander Li?"

"Just say I'm not feeling well and need to rest."

Zhang Qian looked him up and down.

This person exuded a sharp aura of someone who had just broken through to the next level; he didn't seem unwell at all.

But he has learned not to ask further questions.

"Okay, I'll go report it."

Lin Feng returned to the tent, changed into casual clothes, and wrapped the Lieshan sword with strips of cloth, carrying it on his back.

He pulled out the money and magic cores he had saved from under the bed and did some calculations.

With cash on hand plus what I'd saved before, I probably have about six or seven million.

enough.

Leave the camp and head south.

There is also a black market near the sixth line of defense, and it is much larger than the one next to the seventh line of defense.

It is located in an abandoned underground air-raid shelter and is opened every two days.

When Lin Feng arrived, there was a long queue at the entrance of the air-raid shelter.

After showing my admission pass, I went inside.

The underground space was much more spacious, with stalls lined up one after another, and brightly lit.

A dazzling array of weapons, elixirs, and spiritual materials were on display, and the sounds of bargaining filled the air.

Lin Feng had a clear goal and headed straight for the weapons area.

After wandering around for a while, I found a stall that specializes in throwing knives in an inconspicuous corner.

The stall owner was a one-eyed old man, and in front of him were dozens of throwing knives of different sizes and materials.

"What do you want?" The one-eyed old man didn't even look up.

"Twelve telekinetic throwing knives, grade B or higher."

The one-eyed old man stopped.

He slowly raised his head and looked Lin Feng up and down.

"Psychic throwing knives?"

"right."

"Young man, telekinetic throwing knives aren't something ordinary people can use. Are you a telekinetic master?"

"What's it to you whether I have it or not? Do you even have any?"

The one-eyed old man was silent for two seconds, then bent down and dragged an iron box out from under the stall.

The box was opened, revealing twelve neatly stacked, jet-black throwing knives inside.

Each knife is about 20 centimeters long, with an extremely thin blade and a sharp edge that reflects light. The handle is engraved with intricate spiritual patterns.

"Dark Blade. Grade B psychic throwing knife, forged from deep-sea black iron, lightweight, highly sensitive to spirit patterns, especially suitable for psychic manipulation. A set of twelve, not sold separately."

Lin Feng picked up a handful and placed it in his palm.

With a surge of mental energy, the throwing knife trembled slightly, and the spiritual patterns on its blade lit up.

Smooth.

It has a very high conduction efficiency.

He withdrew his telekinesis, and the throwing knife landed steadily in his palm.

"How many?"

"Twelve bundles, five million."

Two million.

The one-eyed old man rolled his eyes.

"Young man, are you kidding me by cutting this in half? This is a B-grade item."

As he spoke, he hurriedly withdrew the throwing knife.

Lin Feng realized he had gone too far in haggling and quickly offered a price.

Three million.

"Four million, that's the lowest I can go. I got this batch of goods from a retired spiritualist in the south; they're in top condition."

"make a deal."

Lin Feng transferred the money and put the twelve throwing knives into his cloth bag.

When he left the black market, he found a secluded spot and took out all twelve throwing knives.

He spread out his mental energy, and twelve threads of mental energy connected to the spiritual patterns of the twelve flying knives.

hum!

Twelve throwing knives hovered in the air at the same time, slowly rotating around him.

With a thought, Lin Feng sent six throwing knives flying toward the rock wall on the left.

Puff puff puff puff puff.

Six holes, arranged in a straight line, with exactly the same spacing.

The remaining six weapons simultaneously changed direction, thrusting out at different angles, then abruptly stopped in mid-air, turning back to his hand.

It can be controlled and released at will.

"That's enough."

Lin Feng put away the throwing knife, carried Lieshan on his back, and headed south.

Gyeongju.

The straight-line distance from the northern border to Gyeongju is more than 800 kilometers.

If Emperor Wuzong traveled at full speed, he could reach the destination in a day and a night.

But Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry.

As he traveled, he cleared away all the wild beasts he encountered along the way.

There are quite a few lone monsters in the wilderness, including E-rank and D-rank beasts.

With each kill, the steel in the blade grows stronger.

After traveling for two days, we arrived outside Qingzhou City.

[Steel of the Blade: 497/500]

Two more floors are needed.

Lin Feng stood on a hill outside Qingzhou City, overlooking this great southern city.

Gyeongju is a large city at the provincial capital level.

Skyscrapers and bustling traffic create a world completely different from the desolation of the North.

The Zhao family mansion is located in the east of the city.

The manor, covering more than ten acres, is surrounded by high walls and contains pavilions and terraces, making it one of the most prestigious mansions in Qingzhou.

Lin Feng took the Lieshan sword off his back, untied the cloth strips binding it, and held it in his hand.

Dark gold spirit patterns flowed in the setting sun.

He glanced at the system panel.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Spirit: First-Rank Spiritualist (260/1000)]

[Realm: Martial Grandmaster Stage Two (0/20000)]

[Technique: Heavenly Gang Body Forging Technique (4400/10000)]

Martial Arts: Mountain-Splitting Slash (Perfect), Mysterious Step (Perfect)

[Talent: Steel of the Blade (497/500)]

[Martial arts points: 4500]

Is it enough to defeat a Martial King?

do not know.

But he wasn't going to wait any longer.

If he waits any longer, the Zhao family will only send more people to the Northern Border to cause him trouble.

Debtors, investigators, and those seeking revenge came in waves.

He doesn't like being passively attacked.

Lin Feng stepped down the mountain and headed east towards Qingzhou City.