Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Something's strange.

This was the first thought that flashed through Chen Feng's mind. From Lin Jingshu's perspective, this matter was nine-tenths unreasonable.

She used to do anything to marry Li Shuxian, so why would she leave so easily today?

But he had been observing for a long time, following them all the way from Pingcheng to this desolate wilderness.

The carriage stopped and started moving, and Chen Feng searched the area multiple times, but there was no one else around. Lin Jingshu also appeared several times, which made Chen Feng absolutely certain that the person in the carriage was Lin Jingshu herself.

The original owner's memories were too painful.

So much so that Chen Feng could remember Lin Jingshu's face even if he were reduced to ashes.

Every time he thought of Lin Jingshu, it felt as if his heart was ripped out and smashed, and then the original owner's memories would haunt him like a vengeful ghost, controlling his emotions.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

But this was a side effect of digesting the original owner's memories, and Chen Feng had no choice but to accept it.

The only solution is naturally—

"revenge!"

Chen Feng was not an indecisive person. Since he had come out, it meant he had made up his mind to take action.

The thought of revenge had just begun.

Chen Feng's figure darted out like a ghost, his toes lightly touching the ground, instantly displaying his light-footed skill of flying on grass.

It swiftly swept across the fallen leaves on the ground.

There wasn't even a "sizzle" sound; like a gentle breeze, it arrived unknowingly beside the only Bone Forging Realm guard in the convoy.

"who!"

With a cry of alarm, Chen Feng's sword sheath struck the back of his neck, and the guard, unable to withstand the heavy blow, collapsed to the ground unconscious.

The others were terrified.

She looked at Chen Feng with a deathly pale face.

The strongest among them was instantly killed by Chen Feng, leaving them with absolutely no chance of winning. Faced with such a disparity in skill, even fleeing seemed laughable.

Chen Feng ignored them, remaining focused on his sole objective—Lin Jingshu.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and the sword in his hand was instantly drawn, piercing into the carriage through the window!

"Bang!"

A loud explosion.

Chen Feng's heart sank suddenly, and an unprecedented sense of crisis instantly swept over his entire body!

Without the slightest hesitation.

With a powerful stomp of his feet, dust billowed up, and the strong recoil allowed Chen Feng to quickly retreat, increasing the distance between himself and the carriage.

"Hehe, kid, you reacted pretty quickly. No wonder they sent me to take action."

A cold voice entered Chen Feng's ears. He looked closely and saw that half of the carriage had broken open, revealing the figures inside. In addition to Lin Jingshu, there was also an old woman in a gray robe!

The horse was frightened, but seemed to be suppressed by a wild beast, daring not to move, only neighing softly and pawing the ground with its hooves.

Chen Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

This old woman was one of the Qi Condensation Realm martial artists in the Li family. He had investigated the Li family for a long time and recognized her at a glance.

It seems this really is a trap.

Lin Jingshu was the bait.

"Young Master is indeed a master strategist. He predicted you would take the bait, and you did. He knew you wouldn't let this opportunity slip by."

The old woman looked at Chen Feng with a mocking gaze.

"I didn't expect that a little trick would be enough to get rid of you. You think you're worthy of being the young master's greatest threat?"

Lin Jingshu, inside the car, turned her gaze toward Chen Feng—a mixture of contempt, disdain, and a hint of resentment.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes flashed with coldness: "Torture him before you kill him. Remember to cut off his head and take it back with you. I want to offer it as a sacrifice to my parents."

"Yes, as you wish, young mistress."

The old woman agreed, her expression one of absolute confidence, seemingly certain that Chen Feng was doomed. She even turned to the person beside her and gave instructions:

"What are you standing there for? Get the young mistress back now. If you don't take good care of her on the way and she loses a single hair, none of you will be alive."

The martial artists broke out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly packed his things to leave, and as he was leaving, he tried to drag away the Bone Forging Warrior who had been knocked unconscious by Chen Feng, but the old woman scolded him:

"Why bother with him? He's a piece of trash."

No one dared to disobey the order.

He abandoned the Bone Forging Warrior, then drove a dilapidated carriage and took Lin Jingshu away.

Chen Feng watched this scene silently, sighing inwardly, "Alas, I was so close to succeeding in my revenge."

The old woman was somewhat surprised that Chen Feng was still standing there, assuming he was stunned by the aura of the Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, and she sneered:

"It's good that you didn't run away, saving me the trouble. This place is far from Pingcheng, and even Zhou Bingzhong can't save you. Today is your death day."

Chen Feng remained silent.

He simply sheathed his sword, tossed it aside, and then raised his fists in a fighting stance.

His heart was pounding wildly; this sense of impending death was causing his body to release hormones at an alarming rate.

Don't even think about it.

His vital energy was constantly surging against his heart, tempering, tempering, and more tempering!

The speed is many times faster than Master's jade pendant! That little bit of "+1+1" is nothing compared to this kind of exhilarating speed.

Chen Feng still vividly remembers the overwhelming feeling he had when he first saw the "prototype of martial arts will".

That feeling of being completely united.

That fear of facing death head-on.

It made him feel incredibly happy!

Chen Feng finally understood what he wanted—

Is it revenge? No, that's what the original owner wanted. Is it stability? No, then he could have lived his whole life under Zhou Bingzhong's protection.

It's a battle!

Chen Feng's heart gave the answer.

This was his own answer.

Seeing that Chen Feng didn't run away but instead adopted a defensive stance, the old woman's wrinkles gathered together, making it impossible to tell whether she was smiling or angry:

"I think you're still too naive. Your master didn't teach you anything at all; you're practically asking for death!"

The old woman leaped forward at incredible speed, her hands forming claws as she reached out to grab Chen Feng.

Facing a formidable foe, Chen Feng was fully focused and dared not be careless in the slightest. The moment the old woman moved, he swayed and instantly left his original spot.

However, the speed of Qi Condensation Realm is extremely fast.

He could only barely dodge it.

Chen Feng was not a reckless person; his decision not to run away from a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator was not out of bravado.

He thrust his sword at the carriage, but was not caught immediately. He even had a chance to create distance. Chen Feng immediately deduced one thing—the Qi Condensation Realm cultivator in the carriage was relatively weak.

He is far inferior to his second senior brother.

If it were the second senior brother, even through a thick wooden board, he could instantly trap Chen Feng and then beat him up.

Chen Feng has a deep understanding of this.

After the old woman's move, Chen Feng's conjecture was confirmed.

The speed at which this person extended his claws was significantly slower than the speed at which Senior Brother Yao swung his staff!

Either he's too old and his skills have declined significantly, or...

There are also differences between those who can condense Qi.

Can fight!

Chen Feng made up his mind that he would use the old woman in front of him, who was at the Qi Condensation Realm, as a whetstone to break through his limits in a real life-or-death battle!

The old woman felt insulted when her first move failed, and anger surged from the bottom of her heart.

At this point, she got serious.

A surge of true energy quietly emerged in the old woman's hand, gathering around her hand and emanating a sinister and terrifying aura.

Chen Feng's heart trembled. It had finally arrived; only martial arts masters possessed such a technique.

"Die!"

Before her shout had even faded, her sharp claws, accompanied by a whistling wind, were already aimed straight for Chen Feng's throat.

Chen Feng dared not relax for a moment. His blood and qi suddenly surged, and he darted to the side and back, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

The sharp claws grazed his neck, lifting a strand of hair, which then drifted away in the wind.

The strands of hair hadn't drifted far yet.

The second claw followed immediately.

The old woman's claws grew increasingly cunning, aimed directly at Chen Feng's chest, creating a sharp whistling sound that made him gasp for breath—

The difference in their cultivation levels was on full display at this moment; every strike from the old woman carried overwhelming power, forcing Chen Feng to dodge.

If you are not careful, being hit will be a serious injury, and being seriously injured is like being sentenced to death.

Under such dangerous circumstances.

Chen Feng's eyes, however, grew even brighter.