Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

"They even have to write out a special rule for the gang; they're completely irreconcilable."

Chen Feng closed the booklet.

During his month in Yongning Bay, conflicts between the two gangs were constant, and Chen Feng often heard about them, frequently hearing news of life-and-death battles taking place.

Yongning Bay is the home ground of the Canglang Gang and the mouth of the Xunjiang River. However, the middle and upper reaches of the Xunjiang River are controlled by the Cao Gang, which makes the regional division of the Xunjiang River between the two gangs somewhat unclear.

Do merchant ships pay tolls when passing through? To whom should the toll be paid? Who is in charge of ships at the border?

These were all triggers for the conflict.

If the two sides were to clash, they would inevitably fight, each wanting to expand their territory further.

"Perhaps I can apply to be transferred to a conflict zone and quickly earn contribution points by fighting..." Chen Feng pondered the feasibility of this plan.

He also didn't have a good impression of the Canal Gang, and his portrait was still on their wanted list.

The carriage rolled along the long bluestone street, slowly making its way from the east of the city to the west.

Before long, we arrived at our doorstep.

After paying the fare, Chen Feng instructed the driver, "Come back here to pick me up at dawn tomorrow. Wait here as well, and I'll give you half a day's fare."

The driver quickly and happily agreed, "Thank you, sir. I will definitely arrive on time."

Chen Feng raised his hand, pushed open the door, stepped into his own courtyard, and then closed the gate behind him.

One night passed.

The next morning.

Chen Feng changed into the Canglang Gang's uniform, and his entire demeanor instantly changed—

The upper body is covered by a navy blue fitted robe that fits neatly. The robe is embroidered with fine wave patterns, which are understated yet exquisite. The collar and cuffs are trimmed with light blue narrow edges to outline the clean lines.

A sword hung on one side of his waist, while a brass badge with silver trim hung steadily on the other.

Looking further down, the navy blue jogger pants paired with black cloth cloud-patterned boots make her appear tall and agile.

Finally, he tied up his long hair with a black cloth and adorned it with a blue jade hairpin.

Chen Feng stood in front of the mirror, examining himself. He was handsome and refined, with an imposing presence.

The Canglang Gang's clothing designs were exquisite, and coupled with Chen Feng's naturally tall and upright figure, he looked at himself in the mirror with great satisfaction.

Indeed, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha.

Within the Canglang Gang, there are four levels: the Grand Hall Master, the Hall Master, the Branch Hall Master, and the ordinary gang members. Each level has its own unique attire.

In terms of color, from high to low, they are dark silver, dark blue, light gray, and dark blue.

There is a clear hierarchy.

As soon as Chen Feng stepped out of the courtyard gate, he heard a greeting. It was Aunt Wang, who lived next door.

"Hey, Chen Lang? Heading out?"

At this moment, Aunt Wang leaned against the courtyard wall, holding a brocade handkerchief in her hand, her face full of pride.

"Aunt Wang."

Chen Feng glanced at the coachman waiting not far away, then greeted him.

Aunt Wang strolled over slowly, her gaze falling on Chen Feng's clothes, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

It wasn't because she recognized the Canglang Gang's clothing, but because the clothes didn't look cheap.

She said in a feignedly friendly tone, "I haven't seen you go out much in the past month, why are you all dressed up today?"

Before Chen Feng could respond, she continued, "Is that coachman in the distance waiting for you?"

After guessing correctly, Aunt Wang began to boast to herself: "It's always better to have your own carriage. If you buy one, hire a few servants, and a driver, you can go out whenever you want..."

Chen Feng ignored Aunt Wang's nagging; he had gotten used to it over the past month.

The carriage that Aunt Wang mentioned was a recent purchase by her son. Her son runs a jewelry business and is said to be quite profitable.

Of all the houses on this street, Aunt Wang's house was the largest, a two-courtyard house. And she was a show-off, so she always showed off her superiority to her neighbors.

As for buying a carriage or something, Chen Feng had never considered it. His courtyard was not big to begin with, and even if he had a carriage, there would be nowhere to park it.

Not to mention hiring servants or drivers, Chen Feng didn't want his house to be in chaos.

Seeing that Chen Feng remained silent and did not respond to her, Aunt Wang knew that she had been ignored, felt embarrassed, and was both angry and annoyed, feeling suffocated.

Her tone shifted abruptly, her boastful words turning sarcastic: "You say you're a martial artist too, have you found a proper way to make a living? You're not going to stay home like before, are you?"

Aunt Wang chuckled softly.

She knew Chen Feng practiced martial arts, but she didn't know his specific level, assuming he wasn't even at the Blood Refining Realm.

In her opinion, if Chen Feng were a martial artist, he would have been showing off everywhere by now.

"If all else fails, my son is short-handed. You might as well work for him. He will definitely treat you well, which is better than your current aimless existence."

Aunt Wang became more and more smug as she spoke, as if she had given Chen Fengshi an enormous benefit.

"I've just found a job, so I won't trouble you, Aunt Wang."

While giving him a perfunctory answer, Chen Feng took out his key and locked the courtyard gate.

"Chen Lang, don't mess around and get scammed. I'm only trying to help you out of consideration for our neighborly relationship..." Aunt Wang's sense of superiority was impossible to hide.

She didn't recognize the Canglang Gang uniform Chen Feng was wearing. The Canglang Gang members who usually patrolled the streets wore navy blue and gray-blue.

The rank of the hall master was too high for her; she had never even met him.

"Mom, what are you talking about?" A man walked out from behind the door next door.

He is Aunt Wang's son, Wang Xu.

Aunt Wang turned to her son with a smile and said, "Xu'er, do you need any more guards? Your guards must be well paid."

As if she wanted Chen Feng to hear her clearly, Aunt Wang deliberately raised her voice.

Wang Xu frowned: "I'm doing business in partnership with someone else. Hiring bodyguards isn't something I can decide on my own. Don't make promises to others recklessly, lest you get entangled with them..."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Chen Feng, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Wang Xu paused for a moment when his gaze fell on Chen Feng's clothes, then asked, "Hey, which fabric store did you buy those clothes from?"

Chen Feng ignored the mother and son who were chattering away.

He walked straight to the carriage.

"Tch, you've changed your clothes and you're all arrogant now. What are you pretending to be, acting like a big shot?"

Wang Xu has the same personality as his mother; feeling he has lost face, he starts to make sarcastic remarks.

Chen Feng entered the carriage, shutting out the noise from the outside world, and finally his ears were at peace.

The two sides were from different worlds, and Chen Feng didn't want to argue. Arguing would only waste time and serve no purpose.

The carriage slowly drove towards the headquarters of the Canglang Gang.

Before long, we arrived at our destination.

However, when Chen Feng tried to pay the fare, the driver waved his hand and refused.

"I can't accept this money, please consider it a small token of my respect," the driver repeatedly declined.

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, but the coachman chuckled and said, "Those two blind fools couldn't recognize you, but I've carried so many people, do you think I wouldn't recognize your attire? I'm overjoyed that you can ride in my carriage, sir."

"In the future, when you travel, could you please ride in my car? That way, I'll have something to brag about to my colleagues, saying that I once gave a ride to a big shot from the Canglang Gang."