Chapter 174: Being Alive is a Grand Thing

Chapter 174: Being Alive is a Grand Thing

Repeated days always slip away quietly between the fingers.

After successfully asking the elders to forge the knife, Qin Feng’s life returned to its usual state.

Practicing medicine, studying, accumulating Literature Qi.

If there was any change, it was that every day he would check in at the Demon Slaying Department. In the evenings, he would then meet his beautiful wife, nurturing their relationship, talking about life, and discussing ideals.

But what puzzled him a bit was that, for some reason, his wife seemed quite concerned about his cultivation progress during this time.

It was now the first month, and the cold wind was biting.

Qin Feng walked with Lan Ningshuang on the way to the Listen To Rain Pavilion.

After the manifestation of the dragon veins in Jingyang City, his speed of accumulating Literature Qi became faster. Now, he was at the ninth level of the Divine Sea, just a step away from completion.

According to his own estimation, today would likely be the day of his Heart Questioning Trial.

The details of this Heart Questioning Trial, as recorded in the book, were quite interesting.

Every practitioner’s understanding of the Heart Questioning was different, but without exception, regardless of the answer given by the practitioner, they could successfully enter the eighth-rank Bright Heart Realm.

It was as if this so-called Heart Questioning was just a matter of formality.

Walking in Jinyang City, Qin Feng looked around.

Due to the arrival of the Divine Workshop team, Jinyang City has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Not only are the streets spacious, but the city is also expanding outwards.

Ten days ago, as a white light shot into the sky, Jinyang City’s protective barrier was also created, and the people in the city cheered.

After all, the establishment of the protective barrier would make them feel more secure in such a dangerous world.

For them, living well was indeed a grand thing.

It is worth mentioning that it was also at that time that Zhen Tianyi and Yu Mei were summoned away by an imperial decree.

Qin Feng didn’t think much about this. It was impossible for a divine general and a thirty-six star to stay in the same place all the time.

His younger brother had been freeloaded by a divine general for such a long time, learning both the art of the knife and the insights, which was already a huge gain.

Moreover, when Lord Mad Blade left, it was not that he left nothing behind.

It was a Blade Qi, slashing through the sky above the Qin residence, capable of tearing through the void, an indelible Blade Qi.

Like a crack on the surface of a smooth mirror, it looked abrupt at first glance.

“Boss, how much for the candied fruit?”

“Two cents for one skewer.”

The stall owner, a middle-aged man with a slender figure and rough skin, smiled kindly. Beside him, a young man squatted, holding a twig and drawing something on the ground.

Qin Feng glanced at it, smiled slightly, and realized the boy was practicing calligraphy.

He handed over eight cents and bought four skewers of candied fruit.

He gave one skewer to Lan Ningshuang. The moment she received the candied fruit, her eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

However, when Lan Ningshuang counted the number of candied haws, her eyebrows lightly furrowed, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

Qin Feng tasted one candied haw and praised, “Not bad, really sweet.”

The middle aged man, upon hearing this, laughed and replied, “All these skills are passed down from our ancestors, so naturally, they are top-notch.”

At that moment, the stall owner noticed the actions of a child nearby. His smile disappeared, and he spoke displeased, “Tie Wa’er, what are you messing around with? I’ve told you not to fiddle with these!”

The young lad, upon hearing this, lifted his head. Seeing his father’s expression, he reluctantly dropped the tree branch, using his palm to wipe away the twisted characters on the ground.

Qin Feng, puzzled, asked, “If he likes writing, let him write. Why stop him?”

The stall owner, helpless, said, “What’s the use of reading and writing in this day and age? In this chaotic world, instead of bothering with these trivial things, it’s better to focus on strengthening the body. At least, if you encounter danger in the future, you can run faster.”

He then scolded the young boy, “Go home and learn how to make candied fruits from your mother. At least you’ll have some means of making a living in the future. If I’m not around one day, you won’t starve.”

The young boy stood up, responded, and ran towards the side of the street. Due to his haste, he tripped over a stone, nearly falling.

The concerned middle-aged man said, “Take it slow!”

At this moment, Qin Feng noticed the patched-up trousers of the stall owner, and at the tear on the right leg, a conspicuous scar caught his eye.

The middle-aged man also noticed Qin Feng’s gaze, pulled down his pant leg, covering the wound, and said, “That night, the streets were full of monsters. Luckily, I ran fast and hid in the innermost alley. It was close; I almost didn’t make it back.”

The night of the Hundred Ghosts?

Qin Feng was somewhat moved and said softly, “Surviving a great calamity brings great fortune.”

The stall owner gave a thumbs up, “Young master, you look like an educated person. That’s a profound saying. With the current upheaval in this small town, it’s time to enjoy life.”

“I’ll take all these candied fruits,” Qin Feng said, taking out a string of copper coins.

The stall owner expressed his gratitude repeatedly, watching the figures of Qin Feng and his companion as they left.

As the cold wind blew, he shivered, glanced at the traces on the ground, and a hint of guilt appeared in his eyes.