From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

"We're expanding the search area today. If we still can't find any trace of the Qilin, you'll all be dead!"

At dawn, Feng Ji emerged from his tent, his gloomy gaze sweeping across the camp, his voice deep and cold.

The Emperor wanted to use the blood of a Qilin to refine medicine, and coincidentally, a young Qilin appeared in the Yongqiu region. Feng Ji did his best to gather intelligence and finally deduced that the young Qilin was likely hiding in the Yongqiu Mountains.

If we capture this Qilin and present it to the Emperor, we can gain the Emperor's favor, achieve great merit, and perhaps even surpass Feng Lin in the future!

But now, several days have passed, and there has been no progress.

Feng Lin is also searching for the Qilin in various parts of Yongqiu. If he finds it first, wouldn't we miss this opportunity again?

In addition to Feng Lin, other forces are also searching for the Qilin.

At that time, there was a group of people in Yongqiu Mountain.

"Come here!"

Feng Ji took a deep breath, summoned a trusted subordinate, and gave him instructions in a deep voice.

"Just like yesterday, kill one more of them today."

"Yes."

The confidant nodded in agreement, paused slightly, and then spoke again.

"Second Master, one a day is too much trouble. They're just a bunch of low-grade trash, we can just take care of them all at once."

"What do you know!"

Feng Ji sneered, a cold smile appearing on his face.

If it were anyone else, he would have killed them all. Anyone who dared to compete with him for the Qilin was simply courting death.

But that person happened to be Chen Shi!

He did this one a day, intending to keep Chen Shi and his men in a constant state of fear and anxiety.

Torture and toy with him little by little like this!

"Yes, I understand."

As a trusted confidant, knowing that his master was twisted and perverse, he dared not say anything more and left immediately.

After breakfast, everyone tidied up and prepared to continue the search.

"Second Master, something terrible has happened!"

Just then, a subordinate rushed in to report.

"I just did a headcount and found two people are missing!"

"How come two people are missing? You should count them carefully."

"I checked twice more, and there are indeed two missing."

"Have you looked around? Maybe it's hiding somewhere slacking off, or maybe it ate something bad and has an upset stomach."

"We've searched the area around the camp, but there's no sign of them."

"Did they run away?"

Feng Ji frowned, his face immediately darkening.

He was too demanding, and many of his subordinates complained. How could he not know that?

These people's lives and fortunes were all in his hands, so they dared not resist.

But one or two might lose their minds and escape under the cover of night, who knows?

"Searching for the Qilin is the priority. Let's ignore them for now."

Feng Ji gave an order, then let out another cold snort.

How dare he run away! Once he finds the Qilin, he'll teach this fool a lesson.

"Yes."

The subordinate responded and quickly turned to leave.

A moment later, the group set off to continue the search.

But as they emerged from the valley, everyone was startled and stopped in their tracks.

Not far away, two corpses were hanging from a crooked tree, swaying slightly in the mountain breeze.

"Second Master, it's them."

Upon seeing clearly, the subordinate's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly reported to Feng Ji that the two corpses were indeed the two missing people.

Feng Ji's face was grim as he walked straight to the body.

They were hung from the tree by vines, but not strangled; they died from the impact of an external force. Their attackers were quite strong; one of them had a dented chest, nearly pierced through!

"Second Master, could a skilled infiltrator have broken in last night?"

"Fools, you were all completely unaware that someone had infiltrated your camp."

Feng Ji sternly rebuked him, his face turning extremely dark.

He ordered his men to remove the body and bury it on the spot, then turned to the crowd again and shouted loudly.

"These two were negligent and careless, so I killed them and hung them here as a warning to you! If you don't search diligently and find the Qilin, this will be your fate."

Did Second Master kill these two people? Everyone looked at each other, a sense of dread washing over them.

They then left the valley and continued their search deeper into Yongqiu Mountain.

A day passed in the blink of an eye, and night fell once more.

"Second Master! Three more are missing!"

They searched for a place to set up camp, and the steward, looking flustered, came to report to Feng Ji again.

"Three..."

Feng Ji cut the stewed meat with a knife, his face instantly turning gloomy.

One was killed earlier, two died last night, and three more died today. That makes a total of six.

"snort!"

Feng Ji shoved the knife into the flesh with force and let out a cold snort.

He killed three people on that side, and then they turned around and killed six of his people.

What a brilliant example of an eye for an eye, and a double payback!

"Has the body been found?"

"No"

"waste."

Feng Ji cursed and then waved his hand irritably.

"I have my own principles, and I cannot grow."

After the steward left, Feng Ji immediately summoned his trusted confidant.

"How's it going?"

"The other side is clearly on guard."

After a moment's hesitation, the confidant stammered out his answer.

"They were in groups of several people today, and they weren't far apart from each other. Our men watched them for a long time, but they couldn't find an opportunity to make a move."

"That means they didn't kill them."

"Yes."

"They're all useless."

Enraged, Feng Ji threw a knife, still scalding hot stewed meat, at his confidant's face.

The confidant jumped up from the scalding heat, quickly covering his mouth with his hand, afraid to make a sound lest he further anger Feng Ji.

He then knelt on the ground, his face filled with fear, kowtowing repeatedly.

Feng Ji's face was ashen, and after a long while he gave his instructions.

"Strengthen security tonight; do not allow anyone to take advantage of any weaknesses."

"Yes, yes."

The confidant nodded repeatedly, and seeing Feng Ji wave his hand, he felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly withdrew.

Feng Ji sat by the campfire, gazing at the heavy night sky over the entire Yongqiu Mountain, a cold smile suddenly appearing on his gloomy face.

As night deepened, only a campfire remained in the camp, and thunderous snores gradually rose from the various tents.

Everyone except the sentries was fast asleep.

Twenty or thirty feet away, a dark figure slowly emerged from a large tree; it was Chen Shi.

Everyone else is asleep, but he's still awake!

He leaped down from the tree, arms outstretched like a giant owl, and swooped straight toward the camp of the Marquis of Dingyuan.

He never said anything about repaying a debt with a tooth or blood, but rather about repaying double!

In reality, once the two sides start fighting, it's a life-or-death struggle!

Outside the campsite, a short man was urinating in front of a large rock. It's unclear whether he drank too much water before bed or if he had kidney problems.

Chen Shi rushed forward without hesitation and punched the man in the back.

Hearing the noise, the man turned around quickly, but it was too late to dodge, and in his haste he could only raise his arm to defend himself.

But with his strength, how could he possibly withstand a punch from Chen Shi?

With a muffled groan, his internal organs shattered, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Cleanly and efficiently, Chen Shi caught the body and prepared to drag it to another location.

But at that moment, a sudden alarm struck me.

Almost instinctively, Chen Shi turned around and threw a punch.

With a snap, the dragon scales on the back of his hand shattered, accompanied by a sharp pain, and blood dripped down.

Looking again, a dark figure stood there; it was Feng Ji.

"It really was you."

Looking at Chen Shi, Feng Ji let out a cold snort, his gaze sinister.

"Master Feng, we meet again."

Chen Shi shook the blood off his hands and suddenly smiled.

"I urge Master Feng to abide by the bet, avoid my sharp edge, and step back three feet."

"You little brat, you're fucking asking for it!"

Feng Ji was immediately enraged. With a cold shout, he slapped his pale white ghost hand straight at Chen Shi.

With a foot-long sword already in his hand, Chen Shi's expression was serious as he met the attack with a swift strike.