Chapter 47: Coming Like Thunder

"I originally thought the Three Immortal Swords could handle the Marrow Tempering Realm; it seems I was being a bit optimistic."

Chen Fei muttered to himself. Without actual combat, relying solely on judgment could lead to massive deviations. Jian Liang and Zhang Xianping were both in the Bone Forging Realm, yet their combat strength differed vastly.

Never underestimate your enemy, or you might find yourself unable to even see them later—because you'll already be dead.

Looking at the mess in the courtyard and the corpses on the ground.

His plans had been somewhat disrupted. When the Zhao family sent people tomorrow, Chen Fei didn't know how he would explain this. The three of them dying together? That would be hard to believe, as the wounds on the necks of the two guards were too clean.

It was obvious they had been killed directly without any capacity to resist.

"It seems my current identity is no longer usable."

Chen Fei sighed softly, briefly processed the three corpses, and tossed them into another dilapidated, uninhabited courtyard.

Zhang Xianping had some silver on him, but not the secret manuals Chen Fei had imagined. Zhang Xianping's inheritance was clearly extraordinary; it was a pity he didn't provide Chen Fei with an opportunity to obtain a cultivation technique.

Chen Fei returned to the room, stuffed all his essential belongings into a wooden cabinet, and then placed the cabinet into his spatial slot.

Next, he changed his appearance and headed to the black market.

"I was just looking for you. Three days from now, at the Hour of the Dragon, gather at the Wind-Moving Stone. I won't wait if you're late."

At the stall, Chi Defeng saw Chen Fei appear and quickly pulled him into the room, speaking in a low voice.

"Alright!"

Receiving the necessary information before even asking, a smile involuntarily appeared on Chen Fei's face. He was finally going to leave Pingyin County. Chen Fei's limit was seven days; if there was no news of leaving within seven days, he would depart alone.

He hadn't dared before, but now that he had the spatial slot to carry many things, he had a bit more confidence.

Of course, more importantly, the mark of the "Bone-Attached Parasite" felt like a thorn in his throat. Knowing that trouble was inevitable, he naturally wanted to run as far away as possible.

"Three days from now, at the Hour of the Dragon. Remember!"

Chi Defeng gave one last instruction before Chen Fei left. Chen Fei waved his hand and walked out of the house.

After circling through several dark corners of the black market and changing his appearance once more, Chen Fei arrived at a stall that purchased medicinal pills.

"You're here!"

Seeing Chen Fei, the stall owner's face instantly lit up with joy. Chen Fei's absence over the past two days had left the owner unable to eat or sleep, fearing his supply source had dried up.

The owner had been cursing those who came to probe him for the past few days; fortunately, Chen Fei finally appeared, allowing the owner to breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Fei nodded in greeting and took the pills out of his bundle. A quarter of an hour later, the transaction was complete, and Chen Fei's bundle now contained over a thousand taels of silver.

He did not deposit it into his panel, as he would need physical silver in three days, and once deposited, it could not be withdrawn.

Not staying long in the black market, Chen Fei turned to leave. Just as he stepped out of the shop, a sensation of being followed and monitored rose in his mind.

Chen Fei's brow furrowed slightly. This didn't feel like a mere tail; the hostility was quite strong, even carrying killing intent.

Chen Fei glanced sideways and saw someone watching him in a subtle, non-committal way. Remembering the stall owner's seemingly casual words in the room just now, Chen Fei's heart stirred.

Remaining silent, Chen Fei wandered casually through the black market. After passing through several forks in the road, when he reappeared, he had already changed his face and attire.

The monitoring eyes vanished instantly.

Chen Fei walked through the black market for two more laps before finally leaving.

***

Hundreds of meters away.

"Boss, we lost him!"

"Useless! Didn't I tell you to be careful!"

Ling Hanjun kicked the man over. In the black market, Ling Hanjun had detained anyone he deemed suspicious, a task he had been performing for several days.

As for this person today—though the probability was low given the vast difference in movement techniques—the disguise skills were so high that he preferred to kill the wrong person rather than let the right one go.

He hadn't expected that after finally waiting for the target to appear to sell pills, his subordinate would lose him directly.

"The profits from selling pills are enormous. I don't believe you'll stop appearing forever!"

Ling Hanjun's eyes were filled with coldness. To find that person, he didn't care at all whether others were being wrongfully accused.

Chen Fei stood on a high vantage point, watching Ling Hanjun from a distance. After practicing archery, his vision had naturally increased significantly. Thus, even in the dark of night, Chen Fei could still see the distant scene.

In the next moment, a longbow appeared in Chen Fei's hand. Having nearly been ambushed, how could Chen Fei possibly fail to respond?

The bowstring snapped to its limit. In the next instant, an arrow streaked through the sky and pierced the chest of a rebel soldier. It was an archer.

"Enemy attack!"

With a startled cry, the people around Ling Hanjun immediately went on alert. The previous shot had been so sudden that many hadn't even seen where the arrow had come from.

"Ah!"

Another cry of pain rang out as another person fell. An archer as well. With this, both archers brought by Ling Hanjun were down.

"Over there! Charge!"

Ling Hanjun turned abruptly, his figure vanishing from his spot as he lunged toward Chen Fei's position. The other rebels did not dare delay and followed in Ling Hanjun's footsteps.

On the high ground, Chen Fei remained expressionless. He began firing arrows at the rebels one after another, seemingly ignoring Ling Hanjun entirely.

"Ah..."

The screams were incessant, and the veins on Ling Hanjun's forehead bulged with rage. Before he had even reached the halfway point, more than half of his men were dead. These people were his former subordinates who had now joined the rebels.

In other words, if these people died off, it wouldn't be so easy for Ling Hanjun to act so overbearing as he did now.

"Stop!"

Ling Hanjun roared, continuing his charge toward Chen Fei.

Chen Fei mechanically drew his bow and shot. As the arrows in his quiver emptied, a new batch immediately followed; his hands did not rest for a single moment.

The rebels stopped in place, guarding one another, which significantly reduced the threat of Chen Fei's arrows. At most, they could cause some damage, but they could no longer achieve kills like before.

Chen Fei's gaze shifted, watching the approaching Ling Hanjun, and an arrow flew toward him.

*Clang!*

Ling Hanjun parried the arrow with a blade. An arrow with this much force posed little threat to him, but inevitably, his speed slowed down.

Chen Fei didn't care whether he could wound Ling Hanjun; he simply fired arrows at him one after another. The various mysteries of archery rotated in Chen Fei's mind, and Ling Hanjun's speed grew slower and slower.

After a dozen breaths, the arrows in the quiver on Chen Fei's back were finally exhausted.

A sinister grin appeared on Ling Hanjun's face. Just as he was about to pounce on Chen Fei, he saw a smile appear on Chen Fei's face as well. With a flicker of his movement, Chen Fei vanished from the spot.

*Coming like thunder to quell rage, leaving like the clear light of a river and sea.*

Under Ling Hanjun's stunned gaze, Chen Fei retreated at an inconceivable speed.

This movement technique was so fast that it forcibly suppressed even the desire to pursue; even with newly acquired secret techniques and pills, he wouldn't be able to catch up.

It was simply too much of a bullying tactic.