43: Chapter 43 Willow, remember to go to the backyard of the trading house…

In the deathly silence, only the "whooshing" sound of the wind blowing across the Martial Arts Arena, whipping up the thick scent of blood, could be heard.

"Giggle, giggle..."

A burst of wanton and charming laughter suddenly shattered the silence of the entire arena.

Yang Liu lazily stood up from the grand armchair, her snow-white fox fur stole slipping halfway down her rounded, fragrant shoulders, appearing exceptionally alluring...

"Good, not bad. Truly a spectacular show that gets one's blood boiling!"

She walked with a swaying gait, slowly moving to the edge of the high platform, looking down at the entire audience from above. Her voice carried an unquestionable authority: "Big Baldy is dead. This black iron token belongs to Qin Feng! Who approves? Who opposes?!"

The over one thousand Middle-tier Servants in the arena didn't even dare to draw a full breath.

Black Charcoal and Scarface, standing on the sidelines, were so terrified that their bodies trembled, and they retreated repeatedly, shaking their heads like rattles.

Oppose? With what? Use their own heads, which weren't even as sturdy as Big Baldy's, to take those three terrifying punches from earlier?!

"Since no one objects, it is decided—"

Yang Liu curled her red lips in satisfaction, then looked at Qin Feng, her eyes instantly becoming so tender and charming they seemed ready to drip water: "Little guy, come with me, to collect your identity token and the guard's saber!"

Having said that, she turned around and walked toward the inner courtyard of the Management Hall.

Qin Feng didn't even glance at the headless corpse on the ground. He stepped over the blood-stained floor, walking with a calm pace, and followed Yang Liu's footsteps under the gaze of countless awestruck, jealous, and fanatical eyes from the entire arena.

As for Black Charcoal and Scarface, they followed behind Qin Feng by half a step, looking somewhat fearful.

Inside the inner courtyard of the Management Hall, in a side chamber filled with a faint fragrance.

Yang Liu had the other two go directly to the Guard Team to collect their items, bringing only Qin Feng here.

On the table in the room, there lay neatly a set of brand-new black guard uniform, a black iron token representing power, and a saber made of hundred-refined steel, with even the scabbard emitting a chilling aura!

"This black garment is woven from Tier 1 Spirit Silkworm Silk mixed with Black Fire Cotton; it is impervious to blades, spears, water, and fire..."

Yang Liu turned around. She didn't rush to hand the items to Qin Feng, but instead, with water-snake-like steps, slowly pressed up against him.

A faint, ripe fragrance of a woman, mixed with some kind of expensive powder, unceremoniously drilled into the man's nostrils.

The distance between the two was so close that they could even feel each other's breath.

"The saber is forged from hundred-refined steel, sharp enough to cut a hair blown against it and slice through iron like mud..."

Yang Liu's beautiful peach-blossom eyes flashed with undisguised heat.

Facing the woman who could be called a stunning beauty, the wife of Steward Wang, Qin Feng's eyes showed no fluctuation. He neither retreated nor reciprocated, simply lowering his eyelids calmly, his voice as flat as water: "Many thanks for the reward, Madam."

"What a wooden little fellow who doesn't understand romance..."

Seeing that he remained unmoved, a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of Yang Liu's eyes, but then the smile on her lips deepened.

Just as Qin Feng reached out to take the saber from the table—she suddenly leaned close to his ear, her warm breath hitting the side of the man's face.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one could hear, Yang Liu whispered in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear, her breath as fragrant as an orchid: "Little Menial Laborer, go to the backyard of the Trading House tomorrow evening..."

Qin Feng's hand, as he reached for the saber, paused slightly.

The backyard of the Trading House? The wonderful scene of their first meeting suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"Fine, I understand."

Qin Feng didn't hesitate at all. With a normal expression, he grabbed the saber from the table, and with a backhand motion, tucked the black garment and the token into his bosom: "If Madam has no other instructions, this subordinate will take his leave."

Watching Qin Feng's back as he turned and left decisively, Yang Liu extended her pink tongue and lightly licked her flame-like red lips, her eyes flashing with the excitement of having locked onto prey.

"Truly a fine blade. I hope tomorrow... you will not disappoint me—"

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

When Qin Feng had changed into the black guard attire that represented a high-tier servant with the power of life and death, and strapped the jet-black steel saber to his waist, walking slowly back to the Ding District.

The entire area completely boiled over!

"Look quickly, it's the Guard Lord!"

"Good heavens, it's Qin Feng! He actually succeeded?! How long has it even been? He actually went from a destitute person to a guard holding the power of life and death?!"

On both sides of the road, those Middle-tier Servants, who were usually high and mighty, now knelt on the sides of the road with pale faces, as if they had seen the King of Hell.

No one dared to look up and meet his gaze.

The black iron token, the black uniform, the steel saber! These three things combined, in the Servant District, were absolute law! They were the heavens!

Qin Feng walked with steady steps, not even sparing a glance from the corner of his eye for these ants trembling on the ground, and pushed open the red-lacquered wooden door of Courtyard No. 77.

"Master—!!!"

As soon as he entered, two fragrant breezes rushed toward him like swallows returning to their nest!

Wu Mengmeng and Bai Yuhe were practically going crazy!

Although they had been confined in the courtyard, the overwhelming discussions and cheers from outside had long since reached their ears.

When they truly saw Qin Feng standing in front of them wearing the dignified black uniform, the fanaticism and worship in the eyes of the two women were practically overflowing!

"Welcome back, Master. Master, you are truly amazing."

Bai Yuhe dropped to her knees at Qin Feng's feet with a "thud," hugging his thigh, her fox-like eyes filled with moisture: "Master is mighty! From now on, in our Ding District, Master is the sky!"

Wu Mengmeng was also trembling with excitement, her peach-blossom eyes sticking to Qin Feng like silk: "Master, we have already prepared the most sumptuous wine and food, just waiting for your return to celebrate your victory!"

On the other side of the courtyard, Su Yourong was holding a basin of freshly washed spirit fruits, standing there in a daze.

She looked at Qin Feng, who was emitting a suffocating pressure, and her eyes instantly turned red, two lines of clear tears falling uncontrollably.

She had won the bet! She had truly won the bet!

This man, whom she had clung to desperately, disregarding all dignity and risking her daughter's scorn, had actually managed to carve a bloody path in the man-eating Servant District and ascended to the Peak of power!

When one person attains the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. From today on, in this courtyard, even a dog would be Guard Lord Qin Feng's dog, and its status would, in a sense, already surpass that of a Middle-tier Servant!!

"Master..."

Su Yourong put down the wooden basin and walked forward quickly, lowering her posture more than ever before, bowing deeply, her voice charming and trembling: "This servant congratulates Master on achieving your wish..."

Qin Feng swept a calm glance at the three women, a satisfied arc curling at the corner of his lips.

"Good, I said it before, tonight we will get drunk."

He strode toward the main hall, ripped the cloak from behind him, and threw it to Bai Yuhe, "Bring the wine!"