Chapter Fourteen: Recruitment

  Just as he arrived, a group of black-clad men dispersed the guards driving beside Lu Chengfeng's car and rushed towards him in unison.

  The leader of the men in black is loudly rebuking and ordering his subordinates to chop off Lu Feng's left hand!

  Dozens of feet away, the black-clad leader's long knife had already chopped towards Lu Chengfeng. Without saying a word, he rushed forward again for twenty or thirty feet. He quickly swept his eyes over Lu Chengfeng's convoy and suddenly fixed his gaze on the carriage where Lu Chengfeng was sitting.

  The six large vehicles in front were just luxurious and majestic, but Lu Chengfeng's vehicle was floating in the air with a clear hovering array under the carriage. Those who could use such a vehicle must be high-ranking officials or young masters of wealthy families in this world.

  What do the noble and wealthy young masters represent? They represent power, they represent resources, they represent that there are many things around them that would interest Wu Xie! In the village of Meng, there's nothing that can catch the eye of Wu Xie, who has inherited the art of thievery, but around these young masters, there must be good things that can help Wu Xie!

  Heavenly pure water poured into his eyes, and a flash of blue light flickered across his pupils as he quickly glanced at the men in black.

  The cultivation of these black-clothed men was quite impressive, but that's all. Except for the leader of the black-clothed men who barely approached the threshold of the Later Heaven Peak, the other black-clothed men were just ordinary good hands, and their strength was similar to Zhang Hu's Hunting Savage team.

  Instead, it was Lu Chengfeng who faced the long knife's slash with a look of panic and loss of color, but he had a deeper true energy cultivation than Wu Qi by three points! Moreover, there was a fist-sized red glow hidden in his chest, which made Wu Qi feel a few points of apprehension.

  With a loud laugh, Wu Qie swiftly drew out dozens of sharp darts. He shouted sternly: "Under the bright sky and in broad daylight, you dare to commit robbery and murder innocent travelers with your weapons! Do you still have any regard for the law?" Amidst his thunderous shout, Wu Qie rapidly flung out the dozens of darts. The sound of piercing wind rose, as the darts shot towards the black-clad men in a chaotic manner, radiating a cold glow.

  Both hands hidden in his sleeves, Lu Chengfeng was about to pull out the Taibai Golden Blade Formation when his face suddenly relaxed and he shouted loudly: "Save me! Save me! I am Lu Chengfeng, the eldest son of the Lu family from Yuyang, the newly appointed commander of Xiaoming City. Good fellow, save me and I will reward you heavily!"

  The thorny whip flew in with a sharp whistling sound, and those black-clad men couldn't help but attack Lu Chengfeng, busy waving their knives to save themselves.

  Among these black-clad men, there were some skilled fighters, and their long knives also collided with the thorn darts thrown out by Wu Qi. However, on these thorn darts was a swift rotating yin energy like a whirlpool. The long knife and thorn dart collided, but before they could even exert force to knock away the thorn dart, it had already swiftly rotated and brushed past the long knife.

  Dozens of mournful howls rose up in unison, except for the leader of the black-clad men who swung his sword and knocked away the thorns, all the other black-clad men were pierced through by the thorns.

  Without a long laugh, he flew over and threw down the beast skin bag. With both hands, he brought up a burst of wild wind that rushed straight at the leader of the black-clothed men.

  The thorn that was just thrown, did not intentionally infuse true energy into the thorns aimed at the black-clothed leader, precisely because this black-clothed leader cultivated water-attribute skills. With the blessing of True Water Spirit Ring on his eyes, Mo Qi could clearly see a white air swirl the size of a fist in the leader's dantian, and see the true energy flowing through his meridians, slightly tinged with blue.

  The giant silk hand brought down countless gentle whirlpools of energy, and the innate cold air that came with the Innate True Water Spirit Seal burst out. The leader of the black-clothed men was originally not much different in cultivation from Mo Qi, but being enveloped by the cold air, his entire body stiffened and he could no longer move.

  One palm slapped the black-clothed leader's Dan Tian, and the other palm slapped his Zhongzhuan hole. The small Xingxing hand spun and swallowed, and the true energy that the black-clothed leader had cultivated for decades to reach the peak of the acquired realm suddenly surged out, transforming into a cold current that poured directly into Wu Qi's hands.

  In the blink of an eye, the black-clad leader's body was drained of its internal energy, his cultivation was sucked dry, and even a thousandth of his vital energy was extracted by Mo Qi's palm. Mo Qi slapped him on the face with the back of his hand, and the soft yet powerful palm energy penetrated deep into his body, turning the black-clad leader's brain into mush, causing polluted blood to spurt out from his seven orifices, and he could no longer survive.

  With a light and airy motion, his hands drew a circle in front of him, and Wu Qi had already taken advantage of the momentum to pat down the black-clothed leader's entire body, transferring all the items from the small leather pouch at his waist to himself. As a disciple of the Heaven-Stealing Gate and a future Qigong practitioner who inherited the art of thievery, how could he possibly let someone else get their hands on the things this person had on him?

  Ordinary warriors, every ten years of cultivating inner family true energy, are called a ten-year boundary of cultivation.

  If one is exceptionally gifted, after sixty years of true energy cultivation in the first grade, they are considered to be at the peak of post-heavenly cultivation and can attempt to break through the Ren and Du meridians, reaching what is called the pre-heavenly realm.

  He had obtained the stolen scriptures and the power of the First Heaven Water Spirit Stone was all infused into his body. However, most of the power was spent on protecting his physical body in the Taiwu Great Shift Array, so his current First Heaven True Water Spirit's cultivation was only at the peak of the Post-Heaven level.

  At this moment, the black-clothed leader's body was filled with the true energy that an ordinary martial artist would need to cultivate for fifty years. Wu Xie only felt a surge of cold air in his arms, and the Pre-Heaven True Water Spirit Ring in his arm transformed into a whirlpool within the Seven Heavenly Veins, continuously devouring the incoming water-attributed true energy from outside.

  The power of blinking, the true energy of begging for nothing has surged nearly twice.

  After switching to another cultivation method, the postnatal peak cultivator's cultivation base surged by a factor of two, and it was only natural that he should break through the prenatal boundary. However, the stolen essence of the divine art was not something that ordinary cultivation methods could compare with. The suddenly surging true energy circulated along the Water Spirit Meridian for three small cycles, and about 50% of the True Water Spirit Seal quickly merged into the Water Spirit Meridian, nourishing it to become even more flexible and resilient.

  The entire spiritual foundation of the stolen scripture lies in the seven mysterious heavenly veins on these two arms. Therefore, when laying the foundation, strengthening the seven mysterious heavenly veins is crucial. After this strengthening, the Water Spirit Vein's capacity to hold and circulate true energy has increased by more than double. Wu Xi felt a refreshing coolness in his arms, and an inexplicable comfort throughout his body.

  Everything was done in an instant. Wu Qi took a deep breath and bowed to Lu Chengfeng, saying: "This young master, Wu Qi has been polite!"

  Lu Chengfeng's eyes flashed with strange light, he looked up and down at Wu Qi, then glanced at the many black-clothed men who were killed by Wu Qi like withered branches, and hastily jumped off the carriage, his two hands tightly grasping Wu Qi's hand.

  "No need for courtesy, no need for courtesy. Don't beg for mercy from these rascals, if you hadn't lent a helping hand, I would have fallen into their evil clutches today!"

  He kicked the corpse of the black-clad leader fiercely, and Lu Chengfeng looked around at the corpses scattered all over the ground with disgust. He shouted loudly: "Xiaohei, go find those trash who abandoned their master and escaped on their own!"

  The black man driving the car responded with a loud and sonorous voice, cautiously glanced at Muge, then slowly got up, took out a small exquisite bone whistle, put it in his mouth and blew a loud sound.

  A sharp whistle sounded from afar, and gradually, the surviving knights' guards looked around and gazed in this direction. After a full minute, only about twenty remaining guards ran back with gray faces, standing in front of Lu Chengfeng with ugly expressions, their bodies shaking violently.

  Lu Chengfeng didn't even glance at these guards, he just coughed a few times and let out several sharp cold laughs.

  Holding onto Wu Qi's hand, Lu Chengfeng thanked him again and again. He continued to grasp Wu Qi's hand, showing no intention of letting go.

  Mo Qi looked at Lu Chengfeng with embarrassment. Perhaps this was Lu Chengfeng's way of showing gratitude and affection, but for a big man to hold hands in such an intimate manner, neither Mo Qi nor Wu Wang or Le Xiaobai, who had merged souls with him, had any experience with it, and they all found the action extremely awkward. On Earth, two men holding hands for so long would easily lead people to misunderstand.

  However, he took a glance at the car hovering three feet above the ground behind Lu Chengfeng and restrained himself from slapping Lu Chengfeng to the ground and stripping him clean. As a newcomer, it's better to keep a low profile, at least before figuring out Lu Chengfeng's background, he couldn't really strip him clean yet.

  Hehe, dryly smiled, and had a few words of conversation with Lu Chengfeng.

  Zhang Hu brought the hunting savages and the villagers of Meng Village over early, and at the time when Wu Qi and Lu Chengfeng were pretending to be weak, he was leading the hunting savages to tidy up the bodies of the black-clothed men on the ground. The corpses of fifty black-clothed men were lined up in a row, all the scattered items on their bodies, including their crossbows and long knives, were collected and neatly piled up in front of these corpses.

  Don't beg for mercy as Lu Feng strongly pulled him to those corpses.

  As for the corpses, let's not mention them. Except for the black-clad leader who died a bit more elegantly, the other black-clad men were all killed by the spear thrusts and had shrunk into small, charred balls of flesh, their bodies covered in a thick layer of congealed blood, making it impossible to discern their original facial features.

  As for the leader of the black-clad men, after pulling down the black cloth covering his face, Lu Chengfeng's expression became extremely strange. The two black men following him, Xiao Hei and Lao Hei, also changed their expressions, with Xiao Hei spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm to express the anger in his heart.

  He sneered a few times, Lu Chengfeng picked up a long knife and chopped the leader of the black-clothed men's face into a pulp, making it impossible for anyone to recognize his appearance again.

  He let out a long sigh, dropped his long sword to the ground, and Lu Chengfeng grasped Wu Qi's hand with a serious gaze into his eyes.

  "Don't be offended, I'm treating you as an old friend, but is there something that might seem a bit too sudden?"

  Wu Qi glanced at Zhang Hu, who was standing not far away, fiddling with a strong crossbow. Zhang Hu didn't even lift his head, but shook it desperately.

  Don't ask Zhang Hu to understand, Lu Chengfeng, this kind of rich young master, was assassinated outside, it's a dark and murky water, Zhang Hu who knows the bitterness in it, naturally doesn't suggest that Wu Qi gets entangled with Lu Chengfeng.

  But how could Zhang Hu understand such a mind?

  Holding Lu Chengfeng's hand, Wu Qian said calmly: "Please enlighten me, young master."

  Lu Chengfeng let out a long sigh, gazing at the guards standing beside him who were trembling all over. He sneered coldly: "This time Lu Chengfeng came to Xiaomeng City to take office, with only this group of useless guards by his side. His life was not in his own hands. Don't beg for mercy from the strong soldier, dozens of bandits are not your match, Lu Chengfeng is bold enough, please let the strong soldier be Lu Chengfeng's guest."

  Lu Chengfeng let go of Wu Qiong's hand and bowed deeply to him, saying in a long voice: "Chengfeng is sincere, please grant me the favor, brave warrior."

  "This is for guests!"

  Don't point at your own chin with your fingers.

  Mo Ye smiled after a moment of contemplation, "Being a gatekeeper is being a gatekeeper. My master once said that serving as a gatekeeper for a wealthy young master is actually quite impressive!"

  Zhang Hu beside him shook his head vigorously and tapped his foot lightly.

  Lu Chengfeng's face revealed a wild joy, and he grasped Mo Qi's hand once again.

  "Riding the wind and getting strong assistance, it's like a long drought meeting sweet rain!"

  Don't laugh loudly, grasping Lu Chengfeng's hand and shaking it several times.

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