Chapter 27: North Ming Absorption Technique

  "Drive..."

  A horse carriage was traveling at a moderate pace on the official road, with Chen Yunfeng sitting in front of the carriage shaft, preparing to head home after a big harvest. Inside the carriage, Sima Lingxing's face was flushed with joy and embarrassment as she constantly lifted the curtain to wipe Chen Yunfeng's forehead with a handkerchief, even though he didn't have any sweat on his brow. Behind the carriage were two large wooden chests, which weren't filled with gold, silver, or treasures, but instead contained various medical texts left behind by the Lingque Temple over the years.

  That small box containing the secret book was under the seat in the carriage, and there was also a wooden box, which contained gold, silver, jewels and 100,000 taels of silver notes, half of the wealth accumulated by the Sima family over the years. Sima Wei insisted that Chen Yunfeng take it away.

  Chen Yunfeng didn't want to at first, but Sima Wei said that the remaining money was also a huge fortune, enough for the Sima family to get by, and this bit of money could be considered as Ling Xing's dowry, so he had no choice but to let them take it away.

  "Young master, how much longer until Xiangyang?" Sima Lingxing asked the same question for who-knows-how-many times inside the carriage.

  They have left Sima Village for four days, and Chen Yunfeng has not entered any town along the way. Every night, they set up a bonfire in the suburbs to spend the night, because everything in the carriage is too valuable to be coveted. Not to mention those secret books and gold, silver, and jewels, even if someone knows that the two boxes of medical books at the back of the carriage are considered the best medical classics in Jianghu, it's estimated that there will be many robbers.

  Better be careful, it's a chaotic world now, bandits are emerging everywhere on the road. Several waves of thieves blocking the way were easily solved by Chen Yunfeng. These ordinary people who formed the thieves are not scary, he is worried about encountering Jianghu bandits, once the news leaks out, his home in Xiangyang will not be preserved.

  Hearing Sima Lingxiao's question, Chen Yunfeng still replied vaguely:

  "There's still one more day, probably by tonight we can reach the outskirts of Xiangyang City, and tomorrow morning we can head back home."

  The horse carriage continued to move forward, but a fallen tree on the official road ahead blocked the way again. Chen Yunfeng frowned, as this was already the several groups of bandits they had encountered on this journey, each time he didn't take their lives because he felt that these people robbed without harming others, and were also suffering commoners who could no longer make a living and fled to the mountains. But the fallen tree in front of them seemed to be deliberately placed there for an armed robbery.

  Just as Chen Yunfeng pulled the reins to stop the horse, a burly man with a scar above his eyebrow jumped down from a big tree beside him, holding a large chopper in his hand and standing on the ground, pointing the chopper at Chen Yunfeng and shouting loudly:

  "This mountain was opened by me, this tree was planted by me. If you want to pass through this road, leave your toll."

  Chen Yunfeng took a look at this person, with a big horse face, a scar on his face from the left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth. When he spoke, the entire scar seemed to be crawling like an earthworm, making people feel uncomfortable at first glance.

  However, this person unexpectedly had lightness skill, the chopping knife in his hand was pointing at Chen Yunfeng's throat from a distance, his breathing was even and there wasn't a single tremble on his hand, Chen Yunfeng took a glance and saw that this scar-faced man was at least a second-rate martial artist in the Jianghu.

  A second-rate martial artist has actually become a bandit who robs and steals, this is indeed rarely heard of. However, it's hard to predict the ways of the world. Chen Yun said to Sima Lingxing in the horse carriage without turning his head:

  "I'll just stay in the carriage and go back and forth."

  "Yes, I'm listening, young master." A soft and gentle voice came from inside the carriage.

  At the sound of a girl's voice, Scarface's eyes lit up with excitement and greed, his hand holding the knife slightly moved, still pointing at Chen Yunfeng who jumped off the horse carriage:

  "You actually brought your wife out, haha... just right to be the hostage wife for grandpa, hand over your wealth and wife, and grandpa will spare your life."

  Chen Yunfeng's expression didn't change, but the killing intent in his heart suddenly rose. This robbery or not, that is the rule of the Jianghu green forest. This knife-scarred face relied on having some skills and actually wanted to gain both wealth and reputation. This kind of person was already considered a heretic and an outsider.

  "A woman who wants wealth and treasure must see if her fate is that grand." Chen Yunfeng slowly drew out his heavy sword, saying in a cold tone.

  "Hmph... Practitioner's son, don't you even ask who I am, Zhao Meng the Red Eyebrow and Horse Face God? The government has offered a reward of 5,000 taels of silver for my head. If you have the ability, go take it then?" Seeing Chen Yunfeng draw out a strange long sword, Knife Scar Face coldly said with a face that didn't know life or death.

  "It seems that 'not doing anything is not dying' is indeed a truth." Chen Yunfeng thought to himself, and with a sudden movement, he flashed his heavy sword and charged in front of the scar-faced man, the tip of the sword stabbing straight at his opponent's heart.

  "When..."

  The scar-faced man suddenly chopped down on the heavy sword with a huge knife, originally thinking that the giant chopping knife could easily knock down the long sword and then counterattack. When the chopping knife fell on the heavy sword, a huge rebound force bounced his chopping knife high into the air. He hastily dodged to one side, but the swift heavy sword's rounded head struck his shoulder blade with a loud "ka" sound, shattering it into powder.

  "Ah..."

  Scarface let out a loud roar, and with a lift of his left hand, he sent a gust of wind slapping towards Chen Yunfeng. Chen Yunfeng's mouth curled into a cold smile. His North Ming Divine Art had not been used in actual combat since its successful cultivation. Seeing Scarface's slap coming at him, he quietly retracted his heavy sword and sealed it with his left hand.

  The power of the Northern Profound Divine Technique lies in its ability to absorb an opponent's true energy through all the acupoints on one's body after it has been cultivated. After being infused with the Northern Profound Divine Technique, Virtual Bamboo also cultivated the Small No-Emptiness Technique and the Eight Desolations Six Harmonies Sole Self-Respect Technique; the Small No-Emptiness Technique simulated martial techniques, while the Sole Self-Respect Technique could unleash carefree martial techniques and the Life-and-Death Talisman.

  According to reason, Zhuo's skill should be considered one of the strongest in the world, but unfortunately, a monk is just a monk, without a competitive heart, even the strongest martial arts are a waste.

  Scarface saw Chen Yunfeng's palm silently approaching, he hastily turned his right hand with true energy and pushed out a powerful palm. Chen Yunfeng's palm lightly imprinted on Scarface's hand like cotton falling to the ground without any sound. In an instant, the true energy inside Scarface's body flowed into Chen Yunfeng's body like the Yellow River bursting its banks from his palm.

  Scarface's complexion changed and he was about to withdraw his hand, but the suction power of Beiming Divine Skill made his struggles ineffective. In less than ten breaths, Scarface's eyes widened, the scars on his face twisted continuously, and his body trembled before falling down.

  "Ah..."

  Chen Yunfeng quickly circulated the North Ming Divine Art a few times, converting the absorbed true yuan into his own power, before allowing the true qi in his body to re-enter that mysterious cultivation state.

  "Is your head worth five thousand taels? Then I'll cut it off and let those who need the silver come to collect the reward." Chen Yunfeng said coldly, looking at Scarface.

  The scar-faced man was like a dead snake with its muscles extracted, his entire body weak. His mouth trembled as he tried to beg for mercy, but saw Chen Yunfeng's foot lift up, the machete falling into Chen Yunfeng's palm. A flash of knife light passed by, and he felt that his eyes could see what his own buttocks looked like.

  Chen Yunfeng didn't feel much relief after killing the bandit, the only thing that made him happy was absorbing the bandit's internal energy of over a decade, and as long as he calmed down to cultivate for two days, he could completely grasp the newly added power.

  Kill the scar-faced knife, and there will be no more bandits on the road. Chen Yunfeng sat in the carriage, constantly cultivating his true energy, until nightfall, when he stopped the horse cart in a grassland about thirty miles away from Xiangyang to rest by starting a fire.