"Young Master Feng! How good would it be if you were there? No one would dare to bully the Young Miss, and no one would dare to bully Yuqin! "
Yuqin silently muttered to herself as she walked back. Her eyes were filled with anticipation for Qin Feng.
Just as Yuqin was silently talking about Qin Feng, there was another place where more than one person was talking about Qin Feng. In a side hall, there were two people. These two people were none other than the current Patriarch of the Qin family, Qin Wentian, and his second son, Qin Jian.
"Jian 'er, did you notice anything strange about Qin Feng today?"
Time had passed from day to night. After this night, it would be the Sword Testing Day for the Qin family. Qin Wentian had been restless the entire day in the Qin Manor because of the mysterious person that Qin Feng had mentioned.
The moment Qin Jian had rushed back to the side hall, he had anxiously asked. His eyes were filled with trepidation as he looked at the mysterious person.
Qin Jian, who had just returned from the Sword Slave Prison, silently shook his head at Qin Wentian and said, "Father! Today was the same as usual, there was nothing strange. The strange thing is … "
"What's strange? Jian 'er, tell me quickly, what did you notice?"
Seeing his father's urgency, Qin Jian's face was also filled with bewilderment. He said, "The strange thing is that Qin Feng still went to the Sword Training Grounds today. Because of the incident of my younger brother being beaten up yesterday, none of the disciples dared to make Qin Feng a Sword Slave. However, Qin Feng took the initiative to make everyone beat him up!"
Qin Jian was right. Qin Feng had indeed taken the initiative to make all the disciples of the Qin family beat him up.
Today, Qin Feng had thought that Qin Ming would invite experts to the Sword Training Grounds for revenge. However, not only did he not see any experts, he didn't even see Qin Ming. After today was the Sword Testing Day, Qin Feng gathered the strength of all the disciples to help him refine the Sword Soul of the Sinking Dragon Sword in his dantian, awakening his sixth dragon vein and becoming a 2nd Grade Sword Master.
"There's actually such a thing! This Qin Feng is too abnormal. He obviously didn't want to be beaten up, so why did he take the initiative to ask for it? What's his purpose in doing this? "
Hearing Qin Jian say that Qin Feng took the initiative to ask for a beating, Qin Wentian once again sank into deep bewilderment. However, a moment later, a sinister killing intent flashed past his eyes as he spoke, "Forget it, forget it, there's no need to care so much. Jian 'er, immediately return to the sword slave prison and guard the entrance. If you still haven't found any clues regarding the mysterious person by dawn tomorrow, then finish him off in the prison! Remember, don't let him take half a step out of the prison tomorrow. As for the other matters, I have my own arrangements! "
As he finished speaking, as he watched the departing figure of Qin Jian, his eyes flashed with killing intent as he silently murmured in his heart, "No matter who this mysterious person is, Qin Feng, you won't be able to escape death tomorrow!"
Just as Qin Jian left the Qin Residence and rushed to the Sword Slave Prison, Qin Feng was still practicing the Sword Drawing Technique. He had practiced from noon until the sky turned dark. However, because the disciples of the Qin family were afraid of him, they didn't dare to use their full strength. Thus, they didn't awaken the sixth dragon vein of the Sinking Dragon Sword.
"Hmph! Even if I don't awaken the sixth dragon vein, I will still practice the Sword Drawing Technique. Don't even think of trapping I on the Sword Testing Day tomorrow! "
Qin Feng believed in talent, and also believed that hard work could make up for one's lack of talent. For the sake of freedom as a man, for the sake of his dignity as a human, and even more so, for the sake of becoming stronger, he practiced bitterly, hoping to amaze everyone on the Sword Testing Day tomorrow.
Tonight was the last night of the Sword Testing Day. The Qin family had a rule that every Sword Slave who participated in the Sword Testing Day tomorrow would have a sumptuous dinner tonight.
Speaking of sumptuous, there were only a few more pieces of minced meat. However, compared to the dry steamed buns and smelly pickled vegetables they ate every day, it was considered sumptuous. After all, there was a bowl of rice, a bowl of vegetable soup, and a few pieces of minced meat.
Qin Feng, who was practicing the Sword Drawing Technique, suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor. In order to hide his practice before the Sword Testing Day, Qin Feng stopped his practice after hearing the footsteps and placed his wooden sword in an inconspicuous corner.
When the footsteps got closer and closer, Qin Feng recognized the person who had come to deliver the meal. In his heart, he screamed, "How could it be him?"
It turned out that the person Qin Feng was screaming about was not someone else. It was Zhang Lin, who had brought Qin Bai to seek revenge on Qin Feng. He had also given Qin Feng ten thousand taels of debt.
"How could he dare to deliver food to me?" Qin Feng thought to himself. After that, he quietly said, "Zhang Lin, I want to see what other tricks you have up your sleeves."
"Yo! Isn't this big manager Zhang? Qin Feng is just a Sword Slave. How could he make big manager Zhang deliver food to him? "
Zhang Lin knew Qin Feng was purposely trying to humiliate him. His eyes flashed, and he coldly grunted in his heart. He said to himself, "Qin Feng, why are you so cocky? You are going to die. If it wasn't for that ten thousand taels of debt, I wouldn't be delivering food to a lowly Sword Slave like you. Dream on!"
After he said that, Zhang Lin looked like he was bowing and bowing. He said, "Young Master Feng, you are exaggerating. In front of Young Master Feng, even if Zhang Lin is the manager of the Qin family, I am just a servant. Young Master Feng is the real master!"
"Young Master Feng, Zhang Lin has brought you two roasted chickens, a plate of red braised pork, and two jugs of Nu 'er Hong. This servant has brought all of these to show his filial piety to Young Master Feng!"
Zhang Lin carefully opened the prison door after he finished speaking. This was a world of difference from when he kicked the door open with a bang.
Moreover, every time Zhang Lin kicked the door open, he would reach out to kick Qin Feng and grab Qin Feng. But now, all of his actions were so careful, as if he was afraid of disturbing Qin Feng. He lowered his head and bowed like a dog as he delivered the food and wine to Qin Feng.
He even took the initiative to pick up a white wine cup and poured a cup of wine for Qin Feng. He humbly brought the wine in front of Qin Feng and said respectfully, "Young Master Feng, please taste the wine!"
With a bang, Qin Feng smashed the wine cup that Zhang Lin handed over to him onto the ground. He thundered in anger and berated, "Zhang Lin, how dare you poison I! Speak, who sent you here! If you don't speak, I will kill you! "
Seeing Qin Feng fly into a rage, Zhang Lin knelt on the ground with a plop and continuously kowtowed to Qin Feng. His face was full of fear as he said, "Young Master Feng, you've misunderstood. How could this servant dare poison you! Even if this servant had a hundred guts, this servant wouldn't dare! No one ordered this servant to poison Young Master Feng. Young Master Feng, please investigate clearly! "
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