Battling Records of the Chosen One

39. The Storing Ring

Autumn wind blew through the courtyard gently. At the center of it, the weeping willow had turned golden yellow.

The autumn sky was clear and the air was crisp. Lin Xun and Shia Zhi sat by a stone table in the courtyard, fixing their eager eyes at the five pots of stewed animal meat on it.

Though the meat looked plainly but tasted as good as it smelled, as Lin Xun had carefully matched different spiritual ingredient with different kind of animal meat.

Next to the stone table, there was an iron pot full with rice cooked from spiritual grain.

Hadn't eaten anything for four days, both of them were too starving to talk.

Shiao Tianren sat on the other side of the table, watched them and smiled, while he was telling them all the things happened these days.

After the fight, he had led the villagers back, shocking but excited and happy to see the dead bodies scattered in the village.

Lian Rufeng's death meant a less potential threat yet more concerns demanding urgent addressing.

Such as the six strangers died with Lian Rufeng. They were no ordinary people judging from their outfits, and they being killed in Feiyun could come with consequences.

Such as no guardians in Feiyun any longer, meaning no one could transport their spiritual grain to trade in Green-sun Tribe.

After four bowls of rice and one pot of meat, Lin Xun felt alive again.

He then made a spiritual herb tea himself to clear his thoughts. "Uncle Shiao, do you know the strangers coming with Lian Rufeng?"

Shiao Tianren suddenly got up. "Follow me and see for yourself."

Lin Xun gave a glance at Shia Zhi, who was still concentrated in eating, nodded and left with Shiao Tianren.

...

On the empty practicing field at the center of the village piled a lot of things, including dozens of weapons, accessories like boots, belts and jade pendants, and other assorted items.

Besides, there lied six dead bodies.

All of these were guarded by Zhou Zhong and several other hunters in the village.

"These are the things searched from Lian Rufeng. The six strangers were not from Feiyun, so I ordered no one to touch them, hoping you could find some leads."

Shiao Tianren explained.

Lin Xun secretly admired his caution. With on delay, he went straight to Wu Henshui's body and examined with great care.

When he first met this old man with a goatee, he had sensed great danger.

Now he saw the old man lied there quietly with a shocking bloody hole in his chest, clearly killed by a sharp weapon.

It reminded him of Shia Zhi, who must have been even more powerful than he had expected.

Shiao Tianren and Zhou Zhong and the others came around, all looking at Lin Xun in curiosity and awe.

They had realized how terrifying this young boy had been when they returned to the village and found the bodies of Lian Rufeng and the others.

It had beyond their imagination that a young boy alone had killed more than a dozen of spiritual practitioners, including Lian Rufeng who had reached the fourth level of the Martial Realm.

Therefore, Lin Xun had changed in their eyes, more horrifying beneath the usual handsome and warm appearance.

Lin Xun did not notice these of course. He groped the body for a while and only found a black ring, nothing else.