It was naturally a great achievement for Liu Feng to return to Qingfeng Village with 20,000 gold coins. 20,000 gold coins were enough for the bandits in Qingfeng Village to eat and drink for more than half a year. However, the bandits would naturally not be satisfied with such a small amount of money.
Chi Yiyan prepared a celebratory banquet for Liu Feng in the thatched cottage at Qingfeng Village to congratulate him on his successful return of the reward.
"Brother, your plan of capturing and sending her away is indeed a brilliant one. Ye Qingyun could never have imagined that we captured his daughter, released her, and even made some money in the process." The speaker was Lao Nan, his rough voice echoing in the thatched cottage.
"Old Nan, you are too kind. The credit should be given to Liu Feng, right?" Chi Yiyan looked at Liu Feng for a long time and asked, "Liu Feng, how old are you this year?"
Liu Feng answered casually while eating meat: "I was thirteen or fourteen years old, right? I can't remember clearly!"
Lao Nan said, "You are so brave that you can't even remember how old you are!"
Chi Yiyan said: "Whether you are thirteen or fourteen, you are the youngest in Qingfeng Village. Tell me what you want the most and I will give it to you!"
Liu Feng said without hesitation: "I want a master who can teach me martial arts."
Chi Yiyan looked at Liu Feng, his expression clearly showing he was in an awkward situation. It was not because of anything else, but because Liu Feng had no natural physique, no innate spiritual energy, and simply could not cultivate a martial spirit. If he wanted to charge into battle like the others, he would probably only be cannon fodder.
"What? You can't promise me?" The meat in Liu Feng's mouth stopped there, and a sour feeling suddenly arose in his heart. Perhaps there was no innate spiritual energy in this world, and it was a luxury to find a master.
Chi Yiyan paused and smiled, "I will make some flying knives for you. You just need to practice using them well. Do you still need a master when you have the killing power of flying knives? I think everyone should worship you as their master!"
Liu Feng nodded secretly, chewing the meat in his mouth listlessly. Perhaps the only one who could help him in this world was himself. Yes, as long as he could possess the unique skill of willow leaf flying knife in the martial arts world, no one would look down on him. Liu Feng did not sleep that night, and he vowed to rise in the spiritual world.
The next day, Liu Feng started exercising outside Qingfeng Village early in the morning. Sometimes he ran wildly, sometimes he meditated and adjusted his breathing, and sometimes he did push-ups on the spot. In short, he was immersed in the exercise alone, sweating profusely.
"The unique skill of Willow Leaf Flying Knife must be brought back to the world!" Liu Feng, doing push-ups, stared ahead with a firm look in his eyes.
Chi Yiyan came over with a smile on her face. Seeing Liu Feng working so hard, she nodded and said, "Liu Feng, that's enough. There is still a long way to go, and there is plenty of time to practice."
"Boss, how strong do I have to be to be able to defeat a first-level martial spirit master?" Liu Feng asked calmly as he stood up.
Chi Yiyan shook her head and said, "It's very difficult to defeat a spiritualist without spiritual energy unless you are very lucky!"
"Is it difficult to use my flying knife?" Liu Feng's eyes were full of desire. He was unwilling to be a weakling, nor was he willing to be a nobody.
(End of this chapter)