Azure Heaven Saber-Chapter 107 - 95 The Frustration of the Stalker First

Chapter 107: Chapter 95: The Frustration of the Stalker [First update, please subscribe!]

Chapter 107 -95: The Frustration of the Stalker [First update, please subscribe!]

The imperial envoy is in operation.

In other words, the holder of the imperial scroll is the imperial minister, patrolling on behalf of the heavens.

“You may go now.”

“Yes, sir.”

Wang Sanyuan waved his hand, leading his soldiers to withdraw like a whirlwind.

Many of them, even as they were retreating, couldn’t help but continuously look back at Fei Xinyu, bare-chested and exuding a fierce aura.

Those scars were the best medals an army man could wear!

Even as they rounded the corner, some still glanced back, their looks filled with respect and awe.

Some couldn’t help but think: why is such a soldier working under a non-military officer? Why isn’t he in our army?

If such a man were our general… Some of the fiercer army men recalled Wang Sanyuan’s demeanor when he faced Fei Xinyu and couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied.

If they were to encounter a troop led by Lord Fei on the battlefield, wouldn’t they be slaughtered?

…

After everyone had left, He Bibiqu finally turned to Fei Xinyu, “Did you get a good look?”

“Such a short distance, if I hadn’t seen clearly, I might as well drown myself in a puddle of piss.”

“Huh?”

“That prick Wang Sanyuan seemed to be waiting for you to make your move, that bastard, doesn’t have much good inside him.”

“Does it feel real?”

“Absolutely sodding real.”

“Fei Xinyu!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Can’t you talk without spewing filth? When you talk to me, every other word is a swear. Are you cursing Wang Sanyuan or me?!”

“I wouldn’t dare to insult you. This is a fucking big misunderstanding…”

Puft!

Fei Xinyu was punched by He Bibiqu and sent flying dozens of feet, bouncing back after hitting a tree, his chest making a burping sound.

“Motherfu…”

Fei Xinyu blurted out.

“…”

He Bibiqu took a deep breath, and the air around him suddenly became hot.

“Lord, spare me… I’m a real bastard, my mouth is a shit hole. Please don’t stoop to my level.”

Seeing He Bibiqu about to execute a secret technique, Fei Xinyu admitted defeat immediately, groveling and blabbering nonstop.

“You fucking…”

He Bibiqu was both angry and amused.

“Lord, calm down. Arguing with a moron like me would only debase your great stature!” Fei Xinyu continued to plead, saying, “I’m just a fart, lord. Just loosen up and let me go…”

“…”

He Bibiqu brushed off his sleeves and returned, his face dark.

Fei Xinyu scrambled to his feet, shaking his neck and flashing a big smile at his stunned subordinates. He bragged, “Did you see that? Old man’s a donkey, loves it when you brown-nose him, just go with the flow…”

Whack!

A slap flew out, smacking Fei Xinyu’s mouth crooked.

He fell head over heels to the ground, dizzy and confused, head buzzing…

…

On the other side, Feng Yin had already returned to his courtyard.

Although he was eager to achieve his long-awaited wish.

But Feng Yin still cautiously covered his tracks, only exiting from a different weapons shop after confirming no one was following him.

He left with some small items, and an extra knife.

A finished blade.

It was still a knife that he couldn’t wield.

In times of abundant money, Feng Yin loved to play.

Even though He Xiangming promised to send over a batch of blades, it didn’t stop Feng Yin from his antics.

Feng Yin, of course, wouldn’t go back to the blacksmith shop, taking his business to several other blacksmith shops to have weapons made.

Each shop was tasked with forging a small broken blade based on a drawing, among other small things. Since he had money, he didn’t mind the waste.

Let those folks at Universe Building wait.

Even if their investigation led them here, they would still be completely lost, akin to headless flies bumping aimlessly. You may ask what my motive is?

I don’t have any grand plans. My only aim is to confuse you, leave you without any clues!

Even if you find out that I took a knife from this shop, and use that to re-establish your target, it’s fine: because this knife, I still can’t wield it.

Hmm, just playing around.

This also proves how wary Feng Yin has become of the Universe Building.

The individual, who had left the claw imprint on that note, knew too much about him.

Even knowing that I have a pet… Feng Yin wanted to curse: That’s too meddling!

The moment he returned home with a knife from the shop, the man in black who had been tracking him emerged from the shop, scratching his head in confusion.

“Has the man who ordered the knife come yet?”

“No, he hasn’t…”

The employee was puzzled. The customer had spent a considerable amount of money on the order, made numerous requests, and had insisted that the work be done in a short time. The boss had personally carried out the order and had been very careful in doing so.

And yet, the customer hadn’t come to collect his order.

Did he have enough money to just not care?

Was he really just going to abandon such a large deposit?

At this point, the black-cloaked man who had been assigned to track the man transformed from the brimming confidence exhibited in his past attempts to an expression of utter confusion.

What the hell… What was going on?

It was baffling enough to confuse an experienced practitioner like him.

In recent times, each time he entered the blacksmith’s shop, he found himself reflexively scratching his head.

All of this just seemed… unreasonable.

He’d lost track of his target, even though he was far stronger. Now he was forced to wait around, like a predator waiting for a rabbit that had simply disappeared when the sun set…

“Hasn’t he come yet?”

“No, he hasn’t… It’s well past the agreed-upon time. In most cases, they don’t come back.”

“What’s going on?”

“Maybe something urgent came up. Or maybe… he’s dead!”

The employee’s harsh words weren’t surprising given where they were. Yuezhou, located on the border of the Great Qin, was a place known for its tough people. Fistfights over disagreements were commonplace, and despite attempts by official forces to suppress them, large-scale brawls still occurred.

That, and with the presence of the Heavenly Judge, it wasn’t unusual for three to five people, or even up to ten people with some level of cultivation, to die every day.

And given Feng Yin’s previous unreliability, suggesting that he might be dead when he hadn’t picked up his order didn’t seem unreasonable.

Several weapons ordered in the blacksmith’s shop hadn’t been picked up. Most likely their owners were all dead.

Looking quite miserable, the man in the black cloak stepped outside, scratching his head.

Just as he turned his head, his gaze fell on the prominently displayed sword and a sack full of trinkets. Emotions of confusion and tension grew in his face.

“I’ve been tracking people all my life. Got my eyes pecked out by a turtledove. That’s some grade-A bullshit.”

The man in black had long determined that the kid had noticed him following. The kid knew he couldn’t shake him off the usual way, so he had used tricks to set up a chain of traps for him.

He might have noticed him from the very beginning. All his previous attempts to shake off the pursuer were just an illusion. It wasn’t until they came to the blacksmith’s shop that he had used his real trick to successfully shake him off.

As for the large sum of money he left behind, it was just to make others, or at least him, conclude that he undoubtedly wouldn’t forfeit.

He proved him wrong; he was willing to abandon it. Unwilling to accept this reality, he remained stuck here.

After spending so many days here, searching for the kid was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“I don’t mean any harm…”

The black-cloaked man sighed and looked up at the sky: “Isn’t it better to capture or kill you if I had bad intentions? Do you have to be so cautious? You make me so embarrassed, my friend!”

“I’m also a respectable character! And I’ve been defeated by a little brat!”

“I really don’t mean any harm, ah, ah, ah.”

The more he thought about it, the more miserable the black-cloaked man felt. His face was full of tears as he let out a deep sigh in a quiet place.

…

When Feng Yin returned to the yard, he was met by Feng Ying, who whined and acted spoiled like a cute puppy.

Feng Ying nuzzled up to him, pouting and snuggling up. She clearly wanted to lose her temper but didn’t dare to, and also didn’t want to do so.

All Feng Ying could do was peck Feng Yin’s ear lightly with her beak, showing him her displeasure.

Then, she hurriedly used her fluffy tail to rub against Feng Yin, as if to console him.

But afterward, as if holding a grudge, she curled up on Feng Yin, huffing and puffing as if sulking.

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When Feng Yin stroked her, she enjoyed it, and her face displayed ecstasy.

Well, he’s still the one I love the most.

I’ll get angry later…

The small falcon was suddenly happy and started running around on Feng Yin’s body, lively and adorable. Naturally, Feng Yin played along and they were both very happy.

In due time, Feng Ying raised her little white paw and tapped it against Feng Yin’s palm, happiness twinkling in her large eyes.

Unexpectedly, she was poked in the belly by Feng Yin’s finger and tumbled over, rolling around in discontent and raising her two tiny paws in protest.

Immediately thereafter, she jumped back into Feng Yin’s arms, continuing the rotating fiasco.

Two other little hawks stared with envy at their feet, but without their older sister’s permission, they didn’t dare come close.

For unknown reasons, although they were getting stronger, they felt more and more scared of Feng Ying, who seemingly hadn’t changed at all.

This… isn’t logical, is it?!

Seeing the little ones longing to get close but not daring to do so, Feng Yin picked them up by hand, giving their soft feathers a fond brush with a stroke or two.

They seemed contented with that much and their fierce eyes turned soft. They stood quietly in Feng Yin’s palms, just like two quiet little sparrows.

“Such a pity.”

Feng Yin genuinely felt it was a shame.

The little hawks had been with him for a few days, and he found that he no longer planned to sell them.

He had become emotionally attached and didn’t want to let them go.

However, he didn’t have any techniques to cultivate demon beasts, much less specialized ones for hawks.

For the sake of their future, even though he didn’t want to, he had to find them new owners. Otherwise, if they stayed with him, they could only be pets and wouldn’t have a chance at becoming kings of the sky.

The Spiritual Transformation Technique he had was exceptional, but still had limitations and he couldn’t currently help the hawks. If the practice continued, it might be possible, but how could they wait for that long? Like him, once the foundation-building period passed, they would miss many opportunities.

And if they took ten steps back, it seemed… he couldn’t afford to keep three spirit pets.

This realization left Feng Yin feeling somewhat deflated.

“Ai.”