12dz Chapter 152 Inn
Chapter 152 Inn
Chapter 152 Inn
There are few stars at night.
Chen Feng finally agreed to Yin Hu's request to find out the location of the Unknown Fire Phoenix.
Yin Hu's existence was longer than he had imagined.
Although this spirit beast was unfamiliar with the changes in the ancient martial arts world over the years, it told him that his journey was still long.
"Martial arts are declining. What SS-level is nothing but this? My first master didn't even consider you a threat. And that woman's strength is nothing more than a mere demigod."
Chen Feng was taken aback, but he didn't stop walking: "Demigod Body? What level is that?"
He has now discovered that, for some reason, both in the ancient martial arts world and in the modern world, the levels are now divided by letters.
“A demigod can already travel anywhere, and that woman has that scent on her body,” Yin Hu said disdainfully. “However, during my first master’s time, the existence of demigods was not uncommon. After all, they had not yet reached the level of a god, let alone possessed a godhood. I just don’t know how the Chen family has developed now.”
Chen Feng, who was running at full speed, couldn't help but stop because of this sentence.
He paused, then asked, "You mean the Chen family?"
"Kid, you...don't know?" Yin Hu stared at him in astonishment.
Chen Feng saw an inn in front of him. Under the moonlight, a red lantern was lit in front of the inn, like a lantern used to guide the way in the dark night.
"What do you know? I haven't even found anyone to ask." Chen Feng said irritably, then suddenly gave it a dangerous look and said, "Don't tell me you fat cat know a lot."
There's this old-fashioned guy next to me, but he keeps everything from me. How frustrating is that!
The fat cat jumped onto his shoulder and then said in a serious tone, "I don't know much either, mainly because you didn't ask, did you?"
Chen Feng grabbed its tail, ready to throw it away.
"Boy, I am the spirit beast of your ancestor, you better show me some respect!" the fat cat roared immediately.
Chen Feng considered this question for a moment: "My ancestors, what was their origin?"
"My previous master was the first person in this ancient martial arts world to become a god! And it is because you have a trace of his bloodline that you were able to awaken me." Yin Hu spoke solemnly, but Chen Feng, who was standing in front of him, looked completely bewildered.
"Seriously?" Chen Feng's first reaction was actually skepticism.
Yin Hu nearly swung his claw at him: "Why would I need to lie to a greenhorn like you?"
"That's unnecessary, but I usually like to play tricks on others. So, my identity seems pretty impressive. How did I end up in this situation?" Chen Feng sighed dejectedly.
Yin Hu glared at him, escaped his clutches, and climbed onto his shoulder.
"You're pretty calm about it, kid, even after you found out who you are."
Chen Feng smiled, a sharp glint in his eyes under the starlight: "I am a genius by nature, what need do I have for this identity?"
Yin Hudu couldn't help but glance at him, staring at him with the fearless look of a newborn calf: "It seems you don't understand what this identity really means."
"Tch." Chen Feng scoffed, but didn't argue with it further, simply because he had already reached the entrance of the inn. "Let's go see what the Chen family really is in the ancient martial arts world."
Chen Feng was taken aback when he pushed open the tightly closed door of the inn.
A large number of people had gathered at the inn.
The first group was a group of young men and women dressed in red.
These guys looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, both boys and girls. Because of the commotion at the door, they all turned their heads to look at Chen Feng.
Looking at the other side, there was another group of men and women dressed in gold, and they looked much more glamorous, though they were probably only fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Why are there so many little devils?" Chen Feng couldn't help but mutter.
Moreover, he is a martial artist.
These guys, especially the boys in red uniforms, were particularly wary.
When they saw Chen Feng, their eyes scrutinized him, as if they were assessing his strength.
Chen Feng glanced around and, by sheer coincidence, saw a girl about the same age as He Fei staring at him curiously.
This glance involuntarily reminded Chen Feng of He Fei, and he felt a pang of sadness. So he touched his nose and went inside.
"Oh, please come in, sir. Are you here to stay or something else?" The innkeeper greeted the guest with a smile as soon as he saw him arrive, as if he wanted to distance himself from something.
"food."
"Alright! Please come inside, guests."
The waiter simply greeted him.
Chen Feng plopped down, but Yin Hu suddenly remembered something for him: "In the ancient martial arts world, money is currency. Do you have any?"
Chen Feng was taken aback, then began to pat himself down.
The dozen or so boys standing nearby looked on with surprise.
Chen Feng pulled out a mirrored object from his pocket. It looked thin and didn't look like a brick.
Then there was a bunch of colorful papers.
His shabby appearance instantly drew the attention of all the kids.
"Haha, this guy is so poor!" A frank voice came from the next table.
There was a little girl in a gold uniform, who was sweet and lovely, but her smile was quite unrestrained.
Chen Feng rolled his eyes.
It seems that not all young girls are as likable as He Fei.
A fleeting depth flashed in his eyes, a hint of sadness settling within them.
Lu Tianzhang later said that the little girl was alright. It is said that He Fei was originally from the ancient martial arts world, but was only lost in the present world due to an accident.
In the end, he still didn't know how that noblewoman understood the matter.
The shopkeeper got up to deliver the food and happened to hear this. His expression changed immediately. He didn't put down the dishes he was carrying, but said, "This customer, we have a little rule: you have to pay before you eat. Hehe, sorry."
Holy crap, this kid is fucking smart.
Chen Feng looked at the colorful papers he had found after rummaging through them... and calculated that they amounted to more than a hundred yuan.
However, the ancient martial arts world obviously doesn't use RMB!
Feeling frustrated, he asked, "How much?"
"Here are two silver coins in total," the shopkeeper said with a smile.
Chen Feng had no concept of money, but the kids dressed in red on the other side were already showing a look of astonishment.
"Are you kidding me, boss? Are you trying to rip me off? It doesn't cost two silver coins!"
The speaker was a righteous and upright young man.
"Hey, you little rascals, what are you doing interrupting!"
"That's right, I'm telling you, you bunch of poor dogs from Xuanxu Academy, aren't you all the same? This poor bastard doesn't have a single penny on him, whether it's one silver coin or two, it's all the same!" The boys in gold uniforms laughed mockingly.
"Don't push your luck!"
The two sides were on the verge of fighting, and Chen Feng, caught in the middle, finally realized that the two guys were probably... mortal enemies.