Chapter Sixty-One: Finally Appointed as Town General!

“He is the Commandant Qin!”
Wang Xiaohua looked at Qin Feng’s back with complicated eyes, unsure now how she should face him.

“He’s the Commandant Qin.”

Hearing Wang Xiaohua’s words, Wang Taoyun’s expression changed abruptly. Remembering how he had shown disrespect to Qin Feng earlier, he quickly pulled Wang Xiaohua away.

“Taoyun, you don’t need to be nervous. As long as you don’t become his enemy, he won’t harm you,” Wang Xiaohua said calmly, shaking her head.

“Aunt, you don’t understand. He is the Commandant, a figure of supreme authority! With a single word, he could annihilate the entire Wang family,” Wang Taoyun replied, his face filled with dread, awe, and fear.

“He is the nephew of Chen Xuanhao, and their relationship is very close,” Wang Xiaohua said evenly.

“What?”

“He... he... he’s Chen Xuanhao’s—no, uncle’s nephew?” Wang Taoyun’s face changed dramatically, and he gazed at Wang Xiaohua in utter disbelief.

...

“Grandfather, Yan Chonghu, Liu Qingchang, Shi Tie, Uncle Chen, I’ll leave the affairs outside to you,” Qin Feng gathered Qin Tianyun, Yan Chonghu, Liu Qingchang, Shi Tie, and Chen Xuanhao, gave his instructions, and then secluded himself for cultivation.

“There are twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary ones in the human body. The realm of Commandant is about opening up each meridian, letting energy flow throughout the body!” Qin Feng studied the Ninefold Heavenly Surge Scripture intently, memorizing every word, determined to start with the Governing Vessel. The Governing Vessel runs along the back, commanding all the Yang meridians in the body—it is called the Sea of Yang Meridians, starting from the Changqiang point below the lower abdomen.

Having made his decision, Qin Feng swallowed the millennium-old spirit medicine, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate.

With prior experience, he waited for the medicine’s potency to spread through his body. He then guided the medicinal energy with the Ninefold Heavenly Surge Scripture, directing it toward the Changqiang acupoint, assailing it repeatedly.

“Boom!”

Under his relentless assault, the Changqiang point was blasted open in less than ten minutes. The medicinal energy surged into the Governing Vessel and crashed into the next acupoint, the Yaoshu. Soon, that too was forced open, and then the Yaoyangguan...

As the Changqiang point was opened, Qin Feng’s cultivation broke through to the Commandant level. His muscles, bones, and skin underwent a dramatic transformation.

A martial artist at the Commandant level is impervious to blades and spears, light as a swallow, able to leap onto rooftops and walk on walls, and can live up to 150 years.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Qin Feng cultivated rapidly, smashing through acupoints with reckless abandon, unconcerned about possible damage to his meridians. If other Commandant-level warriors could see inside him, they would be terrified; such reckless breakthroughs were suicidal and could cripple a man.

“I’ve already opened three extraordinary meridians!”

Two days later, Qin Feng had fully absorbed the medicinal power of the millennium-old herb. He opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of stale air.

“I feel much better now.”

He moved his body, finding the pain within diminished, no longer as severe as before.

“As expected, a Commandant’s body is impervious to blades and spears.”

Qin Feng took out a dagger and drew it across his palm, leaving only a white line—the skin was unbroken.

He remained in Xuanzhou City for another four days before bidding farewell to Qin Tianyun, Wang Zhuyun, Qin Zhongkai, Murong Wei, Yan Chonghu, Liu Qingchang, and the others.

“Brother Feng, I’ve offended you before; please forgive me!”

“This is a robe I made for you myself. Please accept it.” Chen Yunyun looked at Qin Feng with a complicated mix of remorse, anxiety, and hope as she held out the robe with both hands.

From the outside, the white robe was exquisitely made and very ornate, with gold embroidery, a jeweled belt, and a jade pendant hanging from it.

“This...” Qin Feng frowned.

“Take it, Xiaofeng. This is a gift from a sister to her brother,” Chen Xuanhao said with a smile.

“Xiaofeng, accept it. Don’t let Yunyun’s goodwill go to waste,” Murong Wei added, her gaze at Chen Yunyun full of satisfaction as she persuaded Qin Feng.

“All right.” Hearing his uncle and mother’s words, Qin Feng nodded, took the robe from Chen Yunyun, and placed it in the carriage behind him. After bidding everyone farewell, he set out for Yuntian County.

This time, he traveled alone. Yuntian County was unlike Xuanzhou City—it was filled with formidable warriors. He could only ensure his own safety, not protect others.

Of course, this was also because the cultivation levels of Yan Chonghu, Shi Tie, Wang Fu, Wang Bao, Liu Hu, and the others were too low. If they broke through to the Commandant realm, they could assist him in some ways.

“Hyah!”

Qin Feng drove the carriage, drawn by three purebred unicorn horses, quickly toward Yuntian County.

Unicorn horses are mutated steeds, rumored to have ancestors who once ate celestial treasures and transformed. Thus, they are unlike other fine horses and fetch a high price.

Qin Feng used three unicorn horses to pull his carriage because it carried two Heaven-shaking Hammers and a Fangtian Halberd.

“Yunyun, don’t set your heart on him, or you’ll only get hurt.”

“He is a True Dragon destined to soar above the heavens, to become a king or a noble. In the future, you won’t even see his shadow,” Wang Xiaohua sighed upon seeing Chen Yunyun’s expression. She took her hand and spoke softly.

“Mother!” Chen Yunyun knew it too. The gap between her and Qin Feng would only widen, and even her past actions had left a deep rift.

Yet, having witnessed Qin Feng’s boldness, courage, and fearlessness, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him. With someone like Qin Feng before her, how could any other man compare?

“Mother, I want to cultivate. I don’t expect to help him, I just wish to see his silhouette,” Chen Yunyun said resolutely, throwing herself into Wang Xiaohua’s arms.

Qin Tianyun, Wang Zhuyun, Qin Zhongkai, Murong Wei, Qin Xingchao, Zuo Daoguang, Chen Xuanhao, and the others watched Qin Feng depart, their faces full of pride.

“Work hard at your cultivation!”

“Strive to break through to the Commandant realm soon, so we can help Lord Qin!” Yan Chonghu and Shi Tie’s eyes were filled with determination.

“Take care, young master!”

“Young master.” Wang Fu, Wang Bao, and Liu Hu felt a sense of loss in their hearts. Before, they had always taken care of Qin Feng, but now they could no longer keep up with his pace.

“Cultivate!”

“We must work hard!” Wang Fu, Wang Bao, and Liu Hu vowed inwardly.

“Hyah!”

Qin Feng drove the carriage toward Yuntian County. After three days, he was only a day’s journey from his destination when, unfortunately, the heavens opened in a downpour.

Qin Feng urged the unicorn horses forward, scanning the surroundings for a place to shelter from the rain.