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Chapter Forty-Four: Tang Jiner
Lin Feng practiced diligently, and within a few days, he broke through to the Nurturing Origin Realm. Although his cultivation speed could not compare to Miaomiao's, he was capable of making rapid progress whenever he wished.
After breaking through to the Nurturing Origin Realm, Lin Feng felt that all his cultivation energy had condensed into a lotus seed within his Dantian, with something resembling a tender sprout emerging from the seed.
This lotus seed was what cultivators referred to as "Yuan." In Solitary Moon City, it was cultivated into Sword Essence, showcasing the formidable power of Sword Technique.
Lin Feng was unsure of what kind of Yuan he wanted to cultivate and planned to keep it in its most primitive state for now.
Following Elder Xu's instructions, Lin Feng arrived at the border of Yang Prefecture, where he found the border guard troops and used his token to seek out a Lone Moon Sect Disciple named Lindor.
A soldier led Lin Feng through the military camp and eventually into a wooden house.
The interior was simply furnished, with only a few tables and chairs. At the desk stood a middle-aged man who was intently studying a map.
"Captain, the new disciple from Solitary Moon City has arrived," the soldier reported.
"Alright, you may leave," the captain replied.
"Understood, Captain."
After the soldier left, Captain Lindor looked up at Lin Feng and revealed a look of disappointment. "Is it just you that the elders sent this time?"
"Yes," Lin Feng nodded in response.
Lindor sighed deeply. "Is Solitary Moon City really that short on people this year?"
Lin Feng was somewhat puzzled and inquired further until he finally understood the situation. The elders of Solitary Moon City placed great importance on the Jiuzhou Gathering Conference; any disciple with potential was retained in Solitary Moon City. To guard the borders, each year, the three major Cultivation Sects of Yang Prefecture were required to send one disciple to the frontier for training and to help fend off enemies.
Generally speaking, those sent for training would often remain in military service for life. Few returned after their training; once accustomed to military life, they formed bonds with comrades who had fought alongside them.
However, every disciple sent by Solitary Moon City had at least reached Mid-Life Realm; they had never sent someone who had just entered the Nurturing Origin Realm.
"Since you're here, you might as well settle in. From now on, just follow me. As for what position you can attain in the future, that will depend on your abilities," Lindor sighed again. He felt that the outstanding disciples of Solitary Moon City were becoming increasingly scarce, leaving him feeling somewhat strained.
"Yes, Captain," Lin Feng replied respectfully, having just heard a soldier call him Captain and deciding to mimic it.
"You should go meet the General first; it's the rule of the military camp," Lindor instructed.
"Understood."
"By the way, the new General has a bit of a cold personality, so be careful with your words and don't offend her," Lindor reminded him.
Lin Feng thanked him, saying, "Thank you for the reminder, General Qian. I will keep that in mind."
After inquiring a bit, Lin Feng learned where the General resided. He made his way through the military camp and came across a rare sight—a garden. It was lush with greenery, filled with the sounds of birds and fragrant flowers, and the rockery was arranged beautifully.
Following the path through a bamboo grove, an elegant building appeared before Lin Feng; it was indeed the General's residence.
Before Lin Feng could approach, a burly soldier stepped forward to question him. "What are you doing here? Do you not know where this place is?"
Having entered a military camp for the first time in his life, Lin Feng genuinely did not know the rules and did not want to offend anyone right away. So he smiled and said, "I am a disciple of the Lone Moon Sect, sent here for training."
"Oh, I see. You can go in."
"Thank you, big brother."
After expressing his gratitude, Lin Feng continued forward but soon found that the burly man had blocked his path again. As Lin Feng tried to pass by, the man moved to obstruct him once more.
"Hey! What do you want?" Lin Feng suppressed his anger and asked.
"Don't you understand the rules?" The burly man extended his right hand and began rubbing his fingers together.
Lin Feng immediately understood what was happening. He pulled out all the silver he had on him—about one hundred taels—and said, "Big brother, this is all I have on me for now. If it's not enough, I can make up for it later."
The burly man took the silver and glanced at Lin Feng with a hint of disdain. "Go on."
"Thank you, big brother."
After Lin Feng left, the burly man couldn't help but say, "The disciples of Solitary Moon City are getting worse with each generation. Not only is their cultivation weak, but they're also so poor. What can you do with a hundred taels of silver?"
Hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
"It seems that the disciples of Solitary Moon City have a low status in the military. Since I am here as a Lone Moon Sect Disciple, I should do something about it."
Lin Feng clenched his fists involuntarily, then resolutely walked toward the building.
Inside the building, there were personal guards. Once Lin Feng understood their intentions, the soldiers led him to the reception room to wait.
About an hour later, footsteps echoed from upstairs. The personal guard looked up in awe and respectfully said, "General, this is the new disciple for training."
Lin Feng immediately stood up and looked up as well. A beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth descended gracefully. Dressed in military attire, her slender figure was captivating.
Lin Feng quickly cupped his fists and greeted her, "I am Lin Feng, a deputy general."
"Get up," the General replied coolly, her tone indifferent.
"Thank you, my lord."
Lin Feng stood quietly, composed and unflinching despite being in the presence of a high-ranking officer.
General Tang Jiner scrutinized Lin Feng carefully. She noticed his refined demeanor and the cold yet determined look in his eyes. Moreover, he had maintained a single posture without moving for an hour while waiting for her arrival, displaying both seriousness and composure.
Having been through many battles, Tang Jiner could tell at a glance what kind of person he was.
"You're Lin Feng, right? Sorry to keep you waiting," Tang Jiner said, a hint of appreciation for him in her heart, though her tone remained icy.
Lin Feng lowered his head and replied, "I am unworthy of such praise. You are busy with important matters, and it is only right for me to wait upon you."
Tang Jiner did not respond verbally; instead, she sat down and picked up the teacup that her personal guard had just prepared. She took a gentle sip and then said, "Enjoy the tea."
"Thank you, General." Lin Feng nodded slightly and raised the teacup to his lips. He lightly swirled the cup, burying his face in the rising fragrance of the tea, then took a gentle sip and praised, "New tea before the rain."
Having come to the borderlands, Tang Jiner was accustomed to rough soldiers who drank tea leaves along with water. It was rare to encounter someone like Lin Feng, who was refined and seemed to understand the art of tea.
"Which sect do you belong to?" Tang Jiner asked with interest.
"Solitary Moon City," Lin Feng replied.
"So you are a disciple of Sword Saint Senior. Over the decades of demon invasions, if it weren't for your predecessor leading Solitary Moon City to lend strong support, Yang Prefecture would have suffered greatly, and countless innocents would have perished." Upon mentioning Sword Saint Senior, Tang Jiner's expression revealed respect and awe.
"Thank you for your kind words, my lord," Lin Feng responded.
Tang Jiner glanced at Lin Feng and quickly discerned his cultivation level. She said, "I have heard that the disciples sent from Solitary Moon City each year have low cultivation levels. With a figure like Sword Saint overseeing things, the new disciples from Solitary Moon City should not be so lacking. Or perhaps Solitary Moon City has always been reluctant to send outstanding disciples to guard the borders of Yang Prefecture?"
Lin Feng understood the reason behind this and silently lamented. He said, "In response to your inquiry, my lord, after the Battle of Lonely Mountain, my master went on a journey and has been missing ever since. Our Solitary Moon City suffered heavy casualties after the Lonely Mountain Battle; our foundation has nearly collapsed."
"I see. Sword Saint Senior is indeed a great hero; I raise my cup of tea in his honor."
With that, Tang Jiner lifted her teacup and took a sip facing the direction of Solitary Moon City.
As Lin Feng stepped out of the building, he did not find Tang Jiner as cold as Lindor. Observing her respect for Sword Saint made it clear that she was a person of great passion.
After completing his report today, Lin Feng received his own room and military uniform. The disciples from the Three Major Sects of Yangzhou began their training as commanders.
After changing into his military attire, Lin Feng felt quite handsome; however, he realized that in terms of presence, he could not compare to those seasoned veterans who had fought in many battles.
Having arrived at the military camp without knowing what kind of training awaited him, Lin Feng still felt a sense of anticipation within him.
The Commander had a private room, allowing Lin Feng to practice in peace.
Knock, knock, knock...
A hurried knocking sounded.
"Who is it?" Lin Feng asked, slightly annoyed at being interrupted during his training.
"Commander, there's an urgent mission," a Soldier called from outside.
"Alright, tell General Qian that I'll be there shortly."
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