Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1029: Falling into a Trap

Relying on her master's kindness towards her, Ling Ji boldly voiced her thoughts.

The waterfall nodded: "I wanted him to commit more killings, but I didn't expect him to be so cunning. However, it's useless..."

"Master, we can't wait any longer, let's just kill him."

Waterfall Lingji understands his master.

He paused for a moment at the end of the waterfall.

"I heard that Kunyu Mountain has sent Ye Haitian over. That woman Shuqin won't let her son go unpunished. I want to make them catch up and see with their own eyes what the consequences will be for killing a disciple of the Wuli Xinmen sect."

"Master, what if Kunyu Mountain wants to start a war with us?"

"I can't help but ask," Pu Liuxiao asked cautiously.

"Are you stupid? Can't you see that this bastard from Kunyu Mountain not only killed our sect's disciples, but also indiscriminately slaughtered martial artists in the secular world? With such crimes, we are already on the moral high ground. How can we tolerate him relying on the power of the sect to act recklessly?"

"Master's teachings are correct."

"Go, find a new leader, and let these cavalry continue to besiege Shufengting. I will take his head amidst his carnage."

Pu Liu Xiao bowed and said, "Yes, Master."

Their conversation clearly shows that in their minds, the death of a few ordinary martial artists is no big deal; they consider even a blade of grass more valuable than the lives of ordinary people.

Because Lin Feng stole a fine horse, his travel speed increased several times over, and by dawn he had already covered nearly a hundred miles.

There's no need to figure out the road; just run along the river.

A city could be vaguely seen ahead, built along the river, with a dock outside the city and a boat moored on the dock.

Lin Feng rode his horse to a spot not far from the dock and immediately looked at the wooden boat moored on the water.

After a bumpy night, Lin Feng felt that traveling by boat was much more comfortable.

Riding a horse for a long distance, not to mention my back and legs, my whole body felt very uncomfortable.

In particular, he also smelled the aroma of grilled fish, which made Lin Feng, who had been eating cold and hard dry rations and drinking a lot of cold water for several days, unable to bear it any longer.

He urged his horse forward and came to a spot not far from the wooden boat. He craned his neck to look at the stern, where a boatman was grilling fish over a stove.

On one side of the cabin, someone was sitting by the side of the boat with a fishing rod dangling in front of them, clearly fishing quietly.

Early in the morning, after a night of hunger, Lin Feng could no longer suppress his burgeoning appetite.

He dismounted, tied his warhorse to the mooring post on the dock, strode over to the ship, and without a word, stepped onto the wooden boat.

The fisherman was an elderly man with a calm face, clear cheeks, short beard, and light eyebrows.

Lin Feng boarded the boat, walked to the stove to grill the fish, and squatted down.

The aroma of the fish was even stronger at this point. The fish on the wooden rack weighed about three or four pounds and had been roasted until it turned golden brown, making it ready to eat.

The boatman grilling the fish focused intently on the fish, not even glancing at Lin Feng.

The old man fishing didn't turn his head, which made Lin Feng suppress his appetite for the time being and carefully observe the two people on the boat.

Normally, if a stranger boards the boat, shouldn't the owner of the boat ask him questions?

Even if you don't ask, do you mean you won't even glance at it?

This is clearly against common sense and is something that an ordinary person could never do.

Most importantly, the broken sword at his waist emanated a restlessness, clearly telling Lin Feng that the people on this ship were not ordinary people from the mortal world.

Lin Feng felt that he had walked right into a trap; they were probably just waiting for him to run into them.

Since you're ignoring me, who's going to be polite to you?

Lin Feng reached out and lifted the wooden rack on the stove, bringing the grilled fish to his nose and taking a deep breath of its aroma.

Then, under the boatman's somewhat displeased gaze, he took a big bite.

Instantly, the aroma filled my mouth and rushed straight to my head.

The boatman didn't stop Lin Feng from eating the fish, he just asked a question.

"Hey, which family's samurai are you from?"

He was speaking the language of the pirates, which Lin Feng couldn't understand, but he roughly grasped the meaning.

His attire was typical of pirate warriors, which explained why the boatman asked that question.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, he just ate the fish with gusto, occasionally spitting out fish bones.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he ate a three- or four-pound fish down to just the bones.

There was also a pile of fish bones lying at my feet.

Lin Feng then turned to the boatman with satisfaction, patted his stomach, nodded, and indicated that he was full and thanked him.

He wanted to speak, but he felt that if he didn't know the pirates, he wouldn't be able to communicate with them, so it was better not to say anything.

Of course, the other side was definitely waiting for him to arrive, and a fight was bound to break out soon.

The boatman spoke again: "Now that you've eaten the fish, shouldn't you tell me which family you're from?"

Lin Feng shook his head and pointed to his ears and mouth to indicate that he could neither hear nor speak.

The boatman laughed: "Hey, we've run into a bold mute. Looks like he's used to bullying fishermen."

This time he used a more formal language, speaking to the old fisherman.

The old fisherman then turned his head and glanced at Lin Feng.

"Keep him around for now. If we leave any trace, the fish won't bite."

Lin Feng stared blankly, pretending not to hear anything, and sat down on the deck, rubbing his sore thighs.

The boatman reached for the wooden rack used for grilling fish, went to the stern, and washed it with river water.

"Master, do you think Senior Brother Shu will come this way?"

The old fisherman frowned as he stared at the float in the water.

"He should have come over. He killed several disciples of the Wuli Xinmen sect. They won't let him off easily. If he doesn't run away quickly, the big shots in the sect will come out to take his life."

The boatman continued to ask, still puzzled.

"Master, why did Senior Brother Shu kill that disciple?"

"Sigh, this guy is spoiled by his mother. He's extremely arrogant. It's nothing new for him to kill someone at the slightest provocation."

"What should we do if the higher-ups of another sect take forceful action?"

The old fisherman paused for a moment: "If we can protect him, we should, after all, this boy is Junior Sister Shu's own son. But if things are beyond our control, we can only let it go. Forcibly stopping him will definitely cause a conflict between the sects, and things will escalate."

The boatman looked up and said, "Disciple understands. This is why we are waiting here. We neither rush forward nor slack off. It all depends on Senior Brother Shu's luck."

The old man smiled and said, "Hmm, this child is teachable."

After washing the wooden frame, the boatman came to the stove and glanced at Lin Feng, who was sitting in the cabin.

"Master, this pirate is quite interesting. He ate and drank for free but didn't leave. I wonder why he does that."

The old fisherman turned his head and glanced at Lin Feng, just in time to meet Lin Feng's gaze.

"Heh, this guy has sharp eyes, he must be able to hear what we're saying, and he probably understands what we mean, he's just pretending to be stupid."

The boatman was startled: "Master, since he can understand us, has he revealed our purpose?"

The old man shook his head: "Nothing more than an open strategy. It's fine to tell them."

The boatman was relieved, took out a wine sachet from a bundle, and shook it at Lin Feng.

"Hey, wanna drink?"

Lin Feng knew that the other party had seen through his disguise, so he nodded without feeling embarrassed.