Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

"I've heard of him, what, you know him?" Chen Feng didn't want to hear the words "no wonder" anymore, so he simply threw a question at Ye Jian.

This was originally a joke, but unexpectedly, Ye Jian patted his chest and said confidently:

"Of course I know them."

Chen Feng immediately turned his head and looked him over again. Ye Jian's confident demeanor, with his head held high and chest out, made Chen Feng, the person in question, feel a little insecure.

I don't remember knowing you.

Ye Jian nudged Chen Feng's shoulder with his elbow and laughed, "What, you don't believe me?"

Seeing that Chen Feng did not respond.

Ye Jian said to himself, "I know him, but he probably doesn't know me. However, I've always regarded him as a role model..."

Chen Feng unscrewed his water bottle, took a sip to moisten his throat, and a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. So he actually regards me as a role model? He has some taste.

"You don't know this, but it's said that Cheng Tingxue and Cheng Wan from the Cheng family, and Su Wanqing from the Su family, all have affairs with this Chen Feng."

"puff--!"

Chen Feng hadn't even swallowed the water in his mouth when he spat it all out, followed by a fit of coughing, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Cough, cough..."

Where did this news come from?

Cheng Tingxue is one thing, but who is Cheng Wan? How did we get dragged into this involving Senior Sister?!

"You choke on water, bro. It's just a chat, don't get so worked up. I know this news is explosive, and there's even more juicy stuff out there. Want to hear it?"

Chen Feng's eyelids twitched.

besides?

Ye Jian's eyes lit up as if they were lit, and he leaned forward, eagerly telling Chen Feng everything:

"Did you know that Chen Feng's favorite thing is other men's wives...?"

Chen Feng's eyes widened in shock. This was blatant slander! Utter slander!

A label called "the spirit of Jian'an and the legacy of Cao Cao" has been quietly placed on Chen Feng's head.

"Hey, don't you believe me?" Ye Jian raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Did you know that Cheng Tingxue was married before?"

Chen Feng was speechless.

Ye Jian sighed, "He truly is my role model. He can make so many women fascinated. If only I had his abilities, I wouldn't still be unable to find a wife."

Chen Feng's lips twitched. He hadn't expected her to be a role model in this regard. Well, sorry, I'm still single.

"Chen Lang, how handsome do you think he must be?"

"Same as me."

Chen Feng spoke the truth, but was met with merciless ridicule from Ye Jian:

"Brother, you're really something. You can just spout off whatever comes to mind, and you can even brag without batting an eye. I'm impressed."

Chen Feng: "..."

Why don't you say that now? No wonder.

Since you have a catchphrase, you should stick to it!

"What are you all talking about?" Sun Xian walked over from a distance and sat down next to Ye Jian. Seeing the two chatting so enthusiastically, he joined in the fun.

"Boss, we're talking about Chen Feng, the one who's been making a lot of weird rumors lately."

Sun Xian glanced at the sword at Chen Feng's waist and said, "You two, one wielding a staff and the other practicing swordsmanship, what are you talking about a boxer for?"

"Boss, you've heard of it too?"

"That's right, a Grandmaster's personal instruction, a seventeen-year-old at the Qi Refining Realm, a future Grandmaster, we've heard it so many times we're tired of it."

Chen Feng did not respond.

Ye Jian followed up on the conversation, looking at Sun Xian and saying, "Do you think Chen Feng is really as powerful as the rumors say? He can kill a Qi Condensation cultivator even when he's at the Qi Refining stage. So when he's at the Blood Refining stage, could he even beat you?"

Chen Feng shook his head inwardly. When he was in the Blood Refining Realm, he was chased around by someone in the Bone Forging Realm.

Sun Xian: "If you ask me, I definitely won't believe it. Maybe the Li family made it up to attract the attention of the canal gangs."

"No wonder, I was wondering why the rumors were so outrageous, that a martial artist was killing a martial master..."

Chen Feng listened to their conversation, nodding silently without offering any opinion. When it was almost time, he went back to his room to sleep.

They continued their journey the next day.

Perhaps because they had chatted the night before, Ye Jian became much closer to Chen Feng, and would often come over to chat with him along the way.

Chen Feng found it quite interesting to listen to him brag and joke around, and hearing his own story from someone else's mouth was a unique experience.

In Ye Jian's words, Chen Feng was portrayed as a handsome and strong genius who rebelled against the Li family's oppression.

Chen Feng felt quite embarrassed.

On the third night...

With no post stations or inns, the group lit a campfire and sat on the ground.

Chen Feng leaned against a tree, quietly watching the group of bodyguards who had formed a circle in the distance.

The firelight flickered in the mountain breeze, casting a red glow on everyone's faces.

Chen Feng recalled his first time escorting goods.

There weren't so many people back then; he was just a minor Blood Refining Realm cultivator.

Even going out of town requires worrying about bandits, wild beasts, and all sorts of other things.

"Chen Lang, what are you doing here all by yourself? There's a fire over there that's warmer, why don't you go sit there?" Ye Jian moved closer to Chen Feng and sat down with him.

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow. "Nothing, just wondering how much longer it will take to get there."

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon," Ye Jian said with a smile.

Then a commotion broke out.

Chen Feng looked closely and saw that one of the bodyguards stood up by the fire, while the other bodyguards moved aside to make room for him.

Immediately afterwards, the bodyguard who stood up bowed and began to demonstrate his fist techniques, the wind from his punches whistling and his clothes fluttering.

The crowd applauded and cheered.

Upon seeing this, Ye Jian's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up, grabbed Chen Feng's sleeve, and urged, "Come on, let's go watch the fun."

"What?" Chen Feng asked, looking puzzled, as he followed Ye Jian toward the fire.

When the bodyguards saw the two approaching, they shifted their positions to make room for them to sit.

"Let my brother participate too," Ye Jian said with a smile.

Before Chen Feng could refuse, Ye Jian pushed him forward.

One of the bodyguards laughed and said, "Alright, this time the game is by drawing lots. There are a few wooden sticks here. Whoever draws the one with the engraving will have to go up and perform a talent."

"Okay, okay, we'll join you too." Ye Jian excitedly tugged at Chen Feng's sleeve, urging him to sit down with him.

"Old Zhao is performing boxing to liven things up now. We'll draw lots after he comes down."

Chen Feng was momentarily dazed.

Recalling the scene of drinking and playing games with friends in my past life, it was just like this, with everyone taking turns to perform their talents.

Soon, the bodyguard finished his punches and came down from the field. As the previous performer, it was his turn to shuffle the wooden sticks drawn by lot.

What you fear most is what happens.

Chen Feng was "unlucky" to be drawn.

Ye Jian urged with a grin, "Hurry up, what a great opportunity! I'd love to have one, but I never get one."

"Chen Lang! Chen Lang!"

Unable to refuse the crowd's enthusiasm, Chen Feng stepped forward slowly, preparing to perform a sword dance.

[Performance Talent]

[Experience +50]

Deep within the dense forest, unnoticed by the crowd, two eerie green lights flickered on and off.

Two foxes, each a meter long, hid in the shadows of the trees, their fur blending into the night, staring intently at the figures around the campfire, their noses twitching slightly as if trying to discern their presence.

Suddenly, the two fox figures trembled slightly at the same time, and their fur gradually shed, transforming into two beautiful women with sinister and cunning eyes.

They are two fox demons!

The fox demon standing at the front spoke in human language: "There's actually a swordsman here. Grandma has been hating swordsmen the most lately. If we capture him and present him to Grandma, she'll definitely praise us."

"Sister, you're joking. It's as if you won't make a move unless there's a swordsman." Another fox demon chimed in, seemingly laughing, but her eyes held a murderous glint.

They approached slowly, using the shadows of the trees as cover.

His gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on Sun Xian.