C99 Back to Yancheng

Just when Zuo Feng was about to leave through the cave, he couldn't help but look back at the cave once more.

Everything seemed to have started from here. If he didn't have this stone lathe, if he didn't have that beast spirit, then he would have been like the lonely grave outside the Zuo Family Village by now. Even if he were to live on happily in this world, he would most likely be able to live with the flow for the rest of his life.

However, there was some doubt in his heart as to why the beast spirit was able to leave the bag itself. He had appeared when he was about to be attacked and died, but he had been absorbed by Ye Xiao and survived. If it weren't for these coincidences, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Thinking of this, Zuo Feng's gaze suddenly stopped at the stone chips on the ground. After hesitating for a while, Zuo Feng walked forward to collect all the stone fragments from the ground and stored them into the crystal core as well. Then, he left the cave.

Zuo Feng couldn't see the calendar, and he wasn't sure if he could use it again after taking it with him. However, Zuo Feng still put it away carefully.

After arriving at the entrance of the cave, Zuo Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed onto the rope he had woven. He was ready to climb down, but what happened next caught him off guard.

"Bang!"

"Damn!"

"Plop!"

After a crisp sound, the vine snapped, followed by the angry voice of a teenager, and then the sound of a heavy object entering water.

When Zuo Feng staggered out of the water, he started coughing violently and water started spurting out from his nose and mouth. After taking a few breaths, he climbed out of the water with difficulty. However, after walking a few steps, he lost his balance and fell down. Although he didn't faint, he was no longer able to climb back up.

Just now, Zuo Feng was preparing to climb down the vine from the entrance of the cave, but he forgot that the vine was only intended to support his weight of less than a hundred Jin. However, the thing he was carrying on his arm weighed six to seven hundred pounds. How could this crude rattan rope be able to bear such weight?

As soon as Zuo Feng touched the rope, it snapped. Zuo Feng also immediately thought of the damn "prison" on his arm. He couldn't help but curse in his heart as he fell head first into the pool. It was all thanks to the pool being fairly deep that he didn't die on the spot.

However, not being killed by the fall did not mean that there was no danger. With the heavy "prison" on Zuo Feng's arm, he simply could not float up. Thus, he could only bring it along with him as he walked towards the bottom of the pond. It was also thanks to the tempering and transformation of Zuo Feng's physique that he was able to choke on a few mouthfuls of water even when he was almost out of the pool.

The result was the same as before. When Zuo Feng came out of the water, he coughed continuously as if he was an old man with asthma, spitting out water from his chest. At this moment, he was lying on his back on the ground, his chest heaving up and down as he thought of a problem.

'If he is unable to remove this' prison ', then he will become a landlubber in the future.

Thinking this, Zuo Feng couldn't help but curse the old man called 'Ning Xiao' in his heart. Since he had explained everything else, why didn't he tell him how to remove the "prison"?

Panting for a whole hour, Zuo Feng slowly stood up from the ground. Looking at the small hole that appeared because of the "Prison Lock", he couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating bitter laugh.

With great difficulty, Zuo Feng stood up and walked into the woods. After he walked past, he left clear footprints on the ground, and the footprints on the left side were clearly deeper than the right side.

Zuo Feng dragged his heavy footsteps as he arrived at the place where he had hidden the items. Then, he threw the three large bags into the Na Crystal.

Zuo Feng originally thought these three bags were too heavy, but now they were nothing to him.

Zuo Feng shook his head in a slightly annoyed manner. He could only grit his teeth and endure this terrifying weight as he continued forward. His destination was, of course, Yan City, which he had been away from for a long time.

"..."

Under the scorching sun, a thin and small figure was walking through the woods with some difficulty. Occasionally, he would stop and wipe the sweat off his forehead. Leaning against a large tree, he was slightly out of breath, and his gaze unintentionally or unintentionally shifted to his wrapped left arm.

This young man was Zuo Feng, who had rushed to Yan City with a travel worn appearance. It was noon by the time he arrived. Zuo Feng felt that he couldn't take it anymore, so he found a shady seat and sat down to rest.

A breeze blew past, giving Zuo Feng a refreshing feeling, as if he had returned to that decadent period of the year. A wry smile appeared on his face. After rushing through the night and the entire morning, he realized that he had not even walked half the distance.

Zuo Feng, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help but to take off his clothes that were wrapped around his left arm. This was something that he did almost every time he stopped. He wanted to try removing this detestable "prison lock" once again, and he had almost tried every method he could think of.

At first he hit it with a stone, then he cut it with a short knife and twisted it with all his strength. He kept touching and pressing all over the "Prison Lock", but he still could not open it. He realized that this "Prison Lock" was even tougher than the stone blade.

Now he finally understood why this thing was called "Prison". So this "Prison" really meant to imprison the wearer. He couldn't help cursing in his heart that the perverted old man called Ning Xiao had suddenly thought of such a strange plan for his disciple. How could it help him cultivate? He was simply toying with him.

However, even Zuo Feng did not notice that he had been wearing this "Prison Lock". Although it was still inconvenient at the beginning, but as he hurried on, he became more and more accustomed to the terrifying weight and the speed at which he travelled increased bit by bit.

In fact, Zuo Feng's body had undergone the first round of lightning body tempering, and with the subsequent transformation of the beast spirit's energy, his body was already very different from an ordinary person's body. If it was a normal martial artist, even if a Body Tempering realm martial artist were to wear a "prison", their body would be slowly broken.

However, Ning Xiao's original intention was for the Spirit Refinement realm, so naturally, Zuo Feng wasn't used to it. However, even Ning Xiao hadn't expected that the item she made would allow a Bone Refining martial artist to wear it. This was also the limit of what Zuo Feng could wear at this moment.

If he were to add another "prison", not only would he want to move, even standing normally would harm his body.

After fiddling with it for a while, Zuo Feng stopped studying it and leaned against a big tree. He closed his eyes and started to think.

'Currently, he already has a Na Crystal. If I go to the bandits' lair now, I might be able to move them all out. But when he thought about it again, he felt that his idea was too whimsical.

This was because even though the space within the crystal was huge, he could only utilize it to a width of about three meters. Even if he wanted to pack more things, he would not be able to break through that invisible barrier. That little bit of space, Zuo Feng believed it was the three stone rooms of the bandits, even if he took everything in one of the rooms, it would be impossible.

Furthermore, the distance from here to the bandit's nest was too far. With his current condition, if he were to go and pack up his things before returning to Yan City, it would take at least eight to ten days.

Zuo Feng suppressed the thought that had just popped out of his mind, even though he wanted to take away all the items in the three secret rooms. However, he still understood the principle that he couldn't be blinded by greed. Everything had to be pushed back, and returning to Yan City was the most urgent matter at hand.

After resting for a while, Zuo Feng raised his head and looked at the sky. He then took out some dry rations from his pocket and started to eat them quickly. These rations were recovered from the ruins when he left the village. Even the clothes he wore didn't know who the original owner was, but it was a good thing that he had clothes to cover himself.

After finishing his rations, Zuo Feng rested for a while before he got up with difficulty to continue his journey.

On the second day, when the sky began to brighten, Zuo Feng's skinny figure finally appeared outside the east gate of Yan City. At this moment, there were a lot of people lining up outside the city gate. They all looked like businessmen. Occasionally, there would be a person who looked like a fighter standing inside the line.

At this moment, although Zuo Feng was still struggling to walk, it was hard to tell from his appearance. And now, after Zuo Feng passed by, the ground would no longer be the same as before, leaving behind a line of terrifying footprints. These were all techniques that he had slowly figured out during his two nights of travelling.

Before the sun rose, the massive city gate slowly opened with a series of ear-piercing sounds. Two groups of soldiers wearing bright and vibrant armor lined up neatly. They came out from inside the city gate and stood on both sides of the gate. Next, a soldier brought out a table from the city gate and placed it at the entrance.

Everyone was familiar with each other. Zuo Feng stood in the middle of the line and slowly walked towards the city gate. The people who approached the table handed over the coins, and after getting a identity token, they happily walked into the city.

Zuo Feng moved slowly among the crowd, keeping a close eye on the surrounding soldiers. He realized that the "crooked mouth" he had seen the last time their group had entered the city was not among them. He did not know if he had been transferred from this place or if he was just not on duty today.

Just as Zuo Feng was wondering, the sound of orderly horse hooves could be heard behind him. The caravan moved quickly, and in a few seconds, they were right in front of the city gates. The soldiers looked at them from a distance, and immediately began to drive away the people in front of the city gates with great shock.

"It's the people from the Eastern County. Get out of the way, or else, no one will care if you're trampled to death."

Zuo Feng's brows slightly furrowed as he stared at the Elite Armaments. All of them wore silver armor and behind them was a light green cloak. Looking at it from afar, it was truly a beautiful sight to behold.

Zuo Feng continued to retreat along with the crowd as he watched the group of people rapidly approaching them. Suddenly, his gaze stopped on a burly rider. This person's clothes were similar to the others, except that there was a silver mask on his face.

The moment he saw this huge figure, Zuo Feng felt a sense of familiarity. However, he couldn't immediately recall where he had seen it before.