This Young Master is not Cannon Fodder

This Clone isn’t your Golden Finger 7

This Clone isn’t your Golden Finger 7

The girl, who appeared to be fourteen to fifteen years of age and wore a red martial dress, was petulantly swinging the hand of a middle-aged cultivator. “Father, buy it for me.”

“Mei’er, don’t you already have several hammers at home?” The middle-aged man, the girl’s father, said with a helpless expression.

“That’s different. That hammer is unique, I have to have it. Didn’t you promise me that I can purchase any one item I wanted?” The girl retorted.

The middle-aged man coughed and said, “I said any armor. Mei’er, you already have many hammers. You can’t ignore the armor. Either...”

“What’s wrong?” Fenghua asked as she jumped onto Leng Junfeng’s shoulder to see what he was looking at.

“Oho? Love at first sight? Well, she is quite cute.” Fenghua said as she smirked at Leng Jufeng.

“Ah, no! That’s the girl I was telling you about, my former fiance.” Leng Junfeng quickly denied it.

“But you didn’t deny that she was cute.” Fenghua teased further, pulling her lips back to reveal a foxy smile full of teeth.

“Ahem,” Leng Junfeng looked away with a flushed face, not denying Fenghua’s words.

“So, how about you buy that hammer the girl wants? It’ll increase your brownie points with her.” Fenghua suggested.

“Buy the hammer?” Leng Junfeng looked at the weapon up for auction. “Didn’t you say that I should waste my money?”

Fenghua smacked Leng Junfeng with her tail with an expression of hating iron not becoming steel. “I said waste, but this is an investment. You can purchase the item and gift it to her while revealing yourself. You can woo her then.”

“Woo her?” Leng Junfeng gave a bitter smile. “I’d rather not.”

“Why, isn’t she your type? You seem to have a good impression of her, so why don’t you go for her? I know you were a cultivation cripple, but that’s only because the martial cultivation method of this realm is too trashy.” Fenghua asked while tilting her head in confusion.

“Teacher, have you forgotten? Someone who is strong enough to exterminate the Leng Clan is after me. Meilin’s father is only a martial master. How can I endanger them because of me?” Leng Junfeng asked.

“You make a good point,” Fenghua nodded and yawned, losing interest. “By the way, what is their status? According to you, being a friend of your father should not be something anyone can do.”

Leng Junfeng happily explained to Fenghua.

Wang Ming was a rather well-known martial master, a peak body transformation acolyte, in the Li Dynasty. He was only fifty, but he had a relatively high chance of entering the Acupoint Opening Realm, extending his lifespan to a maximum of six hundred years.

Fifty, that’s way too old. Wait, this is a lower realm, so fifty might actually be pretty fast? Fenghua thought.

However, he was more famous for another thing: being sworn brothers with the patriarch of the Leng Clan. Some say that he only rose to prominence because of that connection. It’s not like there weren’t any other martial masters with a chance of entering the Acupoint Opening Realm, but Wang Ming still stood out.

On a side note, after his daughter, Wang Meilin’s, engagement was canceled, she received many proposals from noble clans and even the imperial clan of the Li Dynasty.

Leng Junfeng recounted that he did remember his father being rather generous with Wang Ming, gifting him with many gifts whenever he came. Their relationship was so good that Wang Ming still occasionally visited even after the engagement was canceled.

After explaining, Leng Junfeng continued to watch the auction. Only his attention would be occasionally drawn towards Wang Ming and Meilin on the second floor.

As more and more auction items were placed on display, the attendees began to grow more heated as the bids kept rising and rising until Leng Junfeng’s physique-transforming fruit was put up.

Immediately, a silence descended.

“Hey, is that true, is it really true?” Someone shouted from the first floor.

Aside from them, there were the remaining Ten Great Clans. The disciples of Ancestor Realmfist may have cohabitated peacefully, but through the passage of time, the Ten Great Clans have long set sight upon the fist arts from the other clans passed down.

After calming down from the blood rushing to his head, Leng Junfeng read the rest of the report. Since they couldn’t find the true mastermind, they gave Leng Junfeng a detailed intelligence report on the Du Family instead.

The Du Family was rumored to have a grandmaster cultivating in seclusion, but no one had seen him for over two hundred years, so the veracity of that rumor was unknown. Aside from the possible grandmaster, the Du Family had twenty masters, but they had an additional fifteen hidden in the dark.

Fenghua, who read this, confirmed Leng Junfeng’s suspicions that the Du Family couldn’t have been the only perpetrator. She had killed over fifty masters during the months that Leng Junfeng had stayed on the mountain, after all.

Aside from the Du Family, the Shanxi House also included an intelligence report on the Li Imperial Family, Teng Family, and the two ducal houses of worth.

“Teacher, let’s leave.” Leng Junfeng immediately said the next day.

“To the capital?” Fenghua asked.

“Yes,” Leng Junfeng said as he packed his new belongings into a knapsack and slung it over his shoulder.

“What do you plan to do? Directly kill your way to the Du Family?” Fenghua asked. Normally she would not question the teenager’s intelligence, but hatred made people do stupid things.

“Of course not, I’m not strong enough yet. I plan to establish myself in the capital first.” Leng Junfeng said with an unnaturally calm voice.

“Oh, how do you plan that?” Fenghua asked as she circled the avenger.

“I don’t have a concrete plan yet, I need to see the situation in the capital first.” Leng Junfeng began. “After I see the situation, then I’ll see which force to join. The Li Imperial Family and Teng Family are out. As the strongest force in the country, those two have the greatest suspicion. I’m thinking of joining one of the two ducal households.”

“As long as hatred isn’t clouding your eyes,” Fenghua said. She did not mind Leng Junfeng thrusting himself into the heart of his enemies. Not to mention that going to Chang’an would aid in her recovery.

What place had a larger concentration of human emotions than an imperial capital?

Before Leng Junfeng bid farewell, the curator met him one last time.

“This is a token of our Shanxi House. As long as you take this out, you will be treated as an honored guest at any of our locations.” The curator said as he handed Leng Junfeng a silver token, shocking Leng Junfeng.

“Why? Our transaction is already over. There should be no reason to give me this,” said Leng Junfeng

The curator gave an apologetic smile. “It’s just a small matter. We couldn’t fully complete our end of the bargain. Take it as compensation from us.”

Seeing that the curator wasn’t willing to reveal why Leng Junfeng smiled and accepted it. No matter the reason, it was another resource he could utilize. He was just one person. It would be horribly shortsighted of him to believe that he could take down his enemy with just himself.

After saluting the curator and bidding farewell, Leng Jufeng left on a carriage towards the capital.

Of course, he didn’t directly leave. He hid himself for a few days and changed his features again before paying the coachman for the ride. As Luoyang was one of the main cities, it had a healthy business of ferrying people between the city and Chang’an.

“You do realize that no matter how you change your face, people can track you by virtue of me, right?” Fenghua asked before he boarded the carriage, causing Leng Junfeng to smack his head.

Leng Junfeng looked at Fenghua, unsure of what to say.

Fenghua rolled her eyes. “I’ll secretly follow you guys.”

“Thank you, Teacher.” Leng Junfeng said with gratefulness.

Fenghua waved her paws in an unconcerned manner and immediately made herself scarce. No matter how hard Leng Junfeng tried, he could not discover any trace of Fenghua. It was to the point that he wondered if Fenghua got bored of him and secretly ditched him.

With an unsettled heart, Leng Junfeng boarded the carriage. To Leng Junfeng’s surprise, just as the carriage was about to leave, someone had boarded it at the last minute. The newest addition was Wang Meilin. Although she had a cloak that covered hair, Leng Junfeng could not mistake her. Not to mention the giant hammer that she brought aboard.

If Fenghua were here, she would have an urge to give her even more bludgeon-type weapons.