119: Chapter 119 Your bean sprout figure needs some more time to recover.

The two Black Cloud Guards stiffened, instinctively gripping the scimitars at their waists.

Borrowing a blade?

Watching the harmless, innocent smile on Jiang Feng's face, they felt a chill run down their spines.

This guy had just punched the First War Slave of the Chilian Tribe to death; what was he planning to do now?

Silencing a witness?

Shangguan Wuqing also frowned, unable to understand Jiang Feng's actions.

Jiang Feng didn't have that much patience. Seeing them not moving, he simply stepped forward himself.

Before one of the women could react, he hooked his finger and drew the scimitar from her waist.

"Thanks."

Jiang Feng weighed the scimitar in his hand and, amidst their horrified gazes, walked slowly to the side of Kui's corpse, whose eyes were still wide open in death.

Hand raised, blade fell.

A head flew into the air, and Jiang Feng accurately grabbed it by the hair with his other hand.

The entire process was fluid and smooth, without a hint of hesitation.

He casually threw the blood-stained scimitar back to the Black Cloud Guard who had been scared silly.

"Not a bad blade, quite sharp."

With that, he carried Kui's head and turned to walk down the mountain, from start to finish, not sparing Shangguan Wuqing another glance.

"My Lord! My Lord, wait for me!"

Xiaomei, as if waking from a dream, clutched the large bag of thunder liquid and hurried to follow.

On the peak, only Shangguan Wuqing, her two dumbstruck Black Cloud Guards, and a headless corpse remained.

"M-Mistress, he..." One Black Cloud Guard's voice trembled.

Shangguan Wuqing did not speak, only watching the disappearing back of Jiang Feng, waves of emotion churning deep within her eyes.

This man might completely rewrite the thousand-year history and deep-rooted ideologies of Yunmeng Marsh.

Jiang Feng carried Kui's head all the way back to the Chilian Tribe.

Xiaomei hugged the animal-skin bag, following closely behind him every step of the way, like a loyal little follower.

Everywhere he passed, everyone was so frightened that they scattered to make way.

When they saw the head Jiang Feng was carrying, the entire Chilian Tribe erupted into an uproar!

"Is... is that... Lord Kui?"

"Heavens! Lord Kui, the First War Slave... he was killed!"

"That white-haired man, he is only a Third War Slave, how dare he!"

Discussions and screams filled the air.

Jiang Feng ignored all of this, walking straight to the plaza in the center of the tribe and casually tossing the head, which was still staring in death, onto the ground.

The head rolled a few times on the hard flagstones before finally coming to a stop, its wide-open eyes facing the direction of Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's stone house.

The entire plaza instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by Jiang Feng's audacious act.

Jiang Feng scanned his surroundings, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The Young Mistress said, seeing me is the same as seeing her."

"This man was disrespectful to me in public and even threatened to behead me; now he has been killed by me as a warning to others."

"From today on, no one is allowed to approach within a hundred meters of the wooden house where I live."

"If anyone disobeys, this will be their fate."

Having said that, he ignored the crowd and turned back to his wooden house.

The wooden house had been renovated and was much more refined than before; the furnishings inside were brand new, obviously specially arranged by Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei.

With a bang, the wooden door was closed by Xiaomei from the outside.

"My Lord, you... by doing this, aren't you afraid of the Young Mistress's punishment?"

Xiaomei still felt like she was dreaming. She looked at Jiang Feng, and in her eyes, there was nothing but adoration.

Meanwhile, the news of Kui's death reached the ears of Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei with the fastest speed.

"What did you say! Kui is dead?!"

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei stood up abruptly from her animal-skin chair, her beautiful face full of shock.

When her subordinate finished reporting everything that had happened in the plaza, she was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and she shattered the stone table beside her with a palm strike!

"Jiang! Feng!"

She gritted her teeth, the rage in her eyes almost bursting forth.

Kui was someone she had cultivated herself; he was her most loyal and useful war slave!

Now, he had been casually killed by Jiang Feng just like that, and his head had been tossed in the plaza!

This was not just killing her male pet, but also, in public, giving her a hard slap in the face!

"Young Mistress! This man is lawless and must not be kept! Please issue the order, we are willing to tear this thief into pieces to avenge Lord Kui!"

The few female warriors in the stone house were filled with righteous indignation and knelt down together to request the order.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei's chest heaved violently; she certainly wanted to intimidate Jiang Feng.

But... she had just announced in public not long ago that seeing Jiang Feng was the same as seeing her, giving him a position of being above ten thousand people but below one.

Moreover, Jiang Feng had made it very clear that Kui had been disrespectful to him first and had intended to kill him first.

If she were to kill Jiang Feng because of this, wouldn't that mean she was going back on her word? How could she continue to lead the Chilian Tribe in the future?

More importantly, this man's strength seemed to have become even stronger.

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei slowly sat down, the anger in her eyes replaced by a cold calculation.

She scanned the room, and seeing that Xiaomei had not come to report, a cruel curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Since she couldn't move against him openly, she would use other methods to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

"Pass down the order: no one is allowed to discuss this matter, and no one is allowed to approach Jiang Feng's residence. Violators will be executed without mercy!"

She finally gave the order coldly.

Inside the wooden house.

Jiang Feng didn't take the turmoil outside to heart at all; he was only concerned about one thing right now.

"The Small Golden Body Art is currently at the entry level of the first stage. If I want to reach Minor Achievement, I still need two things."

Jiang Feng looked at Xiaomei.

"One is called iron-thread grass, and the other is called red fire crystal. Have you ever seen them?"

He casually drew the approximate appearance of the two things on the ground.

"Iron-thread grass? red fire crystal?"

Xiaomei tilted her head and thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up: "My Lord, I have seen them! Our tribe has iron-thread grass, but... it is called soul-extinguishing grass here. It is highly toxic and listed as a contraband item; only the tribal leader can control it."

"As for the red fire crystal... this is even more troublesome," Xiaomei's face looked somewhat troubled, "It is a mineral associated with the red sun stone, and the red sun stone vein of our Chilian Tribe has always been controlled by... by Mistress Shangguan Wuqing."

Hearing this, Jiang Feng stroked his chin.

One was in the hands of the leader, and one was in the hands of Shangguan Wuqing.

This was really not easy to handle. However, as long as they existed, that was fine.

He was pondering how to get his hands on these two things when he suddenly noticed that Xiaomei, who was beside him, was acting strange.

This little girl was looking at him with an extremely scorching gaze, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing had become rapid.

"My Lord..."

Xiaomei summoned the greatest courage of her life and called out softly.

In Jiang Feng's astonished gaze, she actually began to untie the animal-skin clothing on her body.

"You..." Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow.

"The Young Mistress... the Young Mistress said to let Xiaomei serve you well, My Lord... whatever you need, My Lord, Xiaomei must satisfy."

Xiaomei's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzzing, but the movements of her hands did not stop.

"The Young Mistress also said to let Xiaomei report every move of yours to her..."

"But Xiaomei doesn't want to!"

She suddenly raised her head, her gaze firm.

"Xiaomei feels that you, My Lord, are a towering hero and should not be monitored by anyone! From now on, Xiaomei is your person, My Lord!"

After saying this, her animal-skin clothing had already slipped off, revealing a body that was still somewhat youthful but already beginning to take shape.

Jiang Feng looked at the defenseless body in front of him, reached out to pick up the animal-skin clothing from the ground, draped it back over her, patted her head, and grinned.

"Old Ancestor here might be a bit old, but my standards aren't low. Just you, with this bean-sprout figure? Let it grow a bit more."

Xiaomei was stunned. She didn't expect that even after she had done this much, Jiang Feng would actually... refuse?

In Yunmeng Marsh, weren't men all appendages of women? As long as a woman beckoned with a finger, wouldn't they frantically pounce on her?

"Go back and rest. There are things to do tomorrow."

Jiang Feng's voice pulled her back to reality.

Xiaomei felt both disappointed and touched. In the end, she nodded frantically with a flushed face and ran out of the wooden house as if fleeing.

Jiang Feng looked at her retreating back, shook his head, and wore a look of bemused exasperation.

The night passed without incident.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

Jiang Feng pushed open the wooden door, and the morning chill rushed toward him.

In the center of the tribe's plaza, a high wooden stake had been erected at some point, looking exceptionally glaring.

A corpse was hung by thick ropes at the top of the wooden stake, its body covered in whip marks and dripping with blood; it was clearly whipped to death while alive.

It was Xiaomei!

Jiang Feng's pupils shrank violently.

The figure that was alive and kicking yesterday was now just a corpse.

An icy, extreme killing intent exploded from within his body, making the air around him seem to freeze instantly!

Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei!