CLIMBING THE PINNACLE OF MARTIAL ARTS

Chapter 23: What a Wonderful Thing

The news of this battle soon became a hot topic among fellow disciples, other disciples were looking for them (the disciples) present to hear the details. If not for Su Mu's status, then the news would have long since spread to the ends of the earth. However since Su Mu was involved, the disciples could only hide it in their minds, secretly talking about it.

In the small hut, Ye Feng finally calmed down a little.

Looking up at the sky, Ye Feng became depressed. Since Su Mu had come to cause trouble, he had lost valuable time to practice tempering body notes, it was regrettable!

Taking out his spare clothes, Ye Feng then went to the small pond beside his hut. Taking off her tattered clothes, she prepared to take a shower. These past few days he had been wondering about the happenings on the mountain and then he fought the flower-patterned spider, this combination of two things really made him feel funny.

Furtively, Xia Ning Chang tiptoed to the side of the hut, as he wanted to learn the true level of this fellow disciple (Ye Feng). But when he turned the corner, all that was visible to his eyes was a pair of white b*kong. Ye Feng was already completely naked, there were no stitches of clothes left and he was in a position to be ready to dive into the water.

Xia Ning Chang's little face instantly flushed red. Although her cultivation was extremely high, she was still an innocent woman. Even if he didn't mention the b*kong, he'd never seen a man's thigh. How could he possibly withstand this scene?

Too provoking! Xia Ning Chang's heart started pounding erratically and he quickly hid himself.

'Hmm... why do we have this destiny?' Tears streamed down the poor girl's face, there was no time to know her secret. Stepping on his feet, he disappeared in an instant.

That stinking student. The entrance exams conducted by the teachers were too loose. The student who was round in broad daylight was too shameless. Far too shameless!

In the pond, Ye Feng was washing his body and inspecting it.

He had discovered that ever since he started practicing tempering body notes, his muscles had become stronger. Even though he still looks thin, he is thin in the right place.

Moreover, the wound from yesterday's fight with the flower-patterned spider had already become a scar. Only the arm wound from the foot of the flower-patterned spider had yet to heal completely; it was still a little painful.

After all, it had pierced through his arm, so it was impossible to heal that quickly. But it turns out not as bad as he imagined, give him a few days and should be able to recover completely.

Thinking of the life and death fight with that spider, caused Ye Feng to become excited. Not knowing why, the more dangerous the situation was, the more excited he became. He unexpectedly had this kind of character, was he subconsciously a masochist and after living for more than ten years, he suddenly woke up?

When he thought about it, he immediately inhaled a deep breath and immersed himself into the pond; he did not reappear for a while.

Although there were many things he had to finish, Ye Feng still went to take a bath. After dressing herself up, she began to sweep.

After all, this was his duty at the Pure Battalion. Since he was given this job, he had to finish it to the best of his ability.

While sweeping, Ye Feng clearly felt that the gazes of his comrades felt strange. They were very hesitant, because they were the ones who had witnessed the fighter this morning. They did not understand why Ye Feng could make Zhou Hu faint.

Ye Feng calmly and honestly continued his work.

Finishing his sweeping, Ye Feng returned to his wooden hut and opened his bag. From inside, he took out the herbs he had gathered, keeping the Three Leaves Chaos Spirit Flower and the Dead Jedi Tree Grass out and placed the other additional herbs back into the bag.

This extra herb was completely useless to Ye Feng, but he was able to sell it to the Contribution Hall for some contribution points.

Wrapping up the potion he had started to leave behind before finally stopping. Thinking again, he came back and changed his clothes, wearing tattered, blood-soaked clothes he also littered his face a little before leaving again.

Suddenly a human figure could be seen at the entrance of the hall. Treasurer Meng boredly raised his head to look, and just as he was about to scold the brat who dared to come here, his eyes widened. It was so early in the morning and someone dared to disturb his peace and tranquility. However when he saw Ye Feng battered and looked exhausted walking in. Tattered clothes that could no longer be considered clothes, both his legs were clearly visible, and so were his leg feathers.

(TL: Yes, I'm confused as you are, foot feathers ...... O.o)

The two female disciples at the entrance saw this and shouted in shock at this tramp, quickly both of them retreating.

How is Treasurer Meng's self-control? After entering the mountain, then descending into the sea, he would remain calm, even if there were massacres in ten cities. But at that moment, he sprayed tea into his mouth; you could imagine the sight.

“Sir Ye Feng, what's with your appearance?” Old man Meng almost went crazy, quickly standing up. Shocked, he looked at Ye Feng.

Rushing inside, Ye Feng then inhaled a lot of air before replying: "I have returned!"

“Having many difficulties, right?” Treasurer Meng felt sorry for Ye Feng. A few days ago when he came to his place, he was still healthy, yet from one trip to the Black Wind Mountains, he had become like this. He was nothing like a human or even a ghost, this was too tragic.

“Em, I'm in danger.” Ye Feng nodded, not wasting any more words. He hurriedly opened his bag and pointed to the plants inside: "But my harvest is not bad, Treasurer Meng, will the Contribution Hall accept this plant?"

Looking at the medicinal plants, Treasurer Meng's eyebrows shot up.

They were just ordinary lower level potions, and were practically worthless. This herb was too much in the Contribution hall, even if he accepted it, there would be nowhere to put it.

Just as he was about to refuse the herbs, Treasurer Meng saw hope in Ye Feng's eyes and then looked again at his clothes. Seeing this his heart softened: “Oh, we will accept it. For every two plants I will give you one contribution point. "

"Okay, then please count." Without haggling, Ye Feng pushed the bag forward.

Treasurer Meng went to count the number of herbs. There were thirty-two herbs, a total of sixteen contribution points. He immediately went to record this into his account book.

“You were in the Black Wind Mountains for three whole days, yet you only found this much?” Treasurer Meng asked casually.

“Able to obtain this is already considered good.” Said Ye Feng while looking around carefully.

“Kekeke, it's not bad.” Treasurer Meng could not bear to pour cold water on Ye Feng, after all, he knew about the difficulties he was facing. Although the natural talent of this child was not good, he was willing to work hard. Today, this type of hardworking youngster is a rare sight. It was a shame, his talent was so bad that it became a fatal loss, as it left him with no great achievements.

As he thought about this, he saw how Ye Feng's eyes were circling and couldn't help but ask curiously: "What do you see?"

Mysteriously, Ye Feng leaned forward and said in a low voice: "Treasurer Meng, on the way to this mountain I seem to have discovered something extraordinary."

Seeing Ye Feng's caution, Treasurer Meng also felt that this matter was something unusual. He also became more serious and said in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

“I don't know. I gave it back so you could see it. You are experienced and knowledgeable, so you can definitely recognize him. " As she said this, she went to touch her pant*t and took out another bag. Carefully he placed it on the table.