A massive bow, nearly two meters long, rested in a corner. Its edges and corners appeared severely damaged, yet inexplicably, this unremarkable greatbow instilled in him a sense of familiarity.

Chen Feng confirmed the feeling in his heart, stretching out his fingers to point at the giant bow and asking, "How many kilograms is this bow?"

"This one?" The shopkeeper was taken aback, glancing at the greatbow tucked in the wall’s recess. He chuckled, "This was dug up from the outskirts a few days ago. It’s scrap; useless. The string has zero tension when drawn, so I just tossed it in the corner."

Saying this, he handed the bow over. Chen Feng took the greatbow and gently stroked it. Faintly, he felt the massive bow vibrate as if in quiet joy.

“It must be my imagination,” Chen Feng shook his head. No matter how powerful a weapon, it was still an inanimate object. How could it possibly vibrate on its own?

“How much for this bow?”

“It’s worthless. If you buy the Lieyang (Blazing Sun) Wooden Bow—the 200-jin one—I can give this one to you for free,” the shopkeeper said generously.

Chen Feng smiled slightly and replied, “Alright, then bring me the 200-jin bow as well, I’ll take both.”

The shopkeeper’s face immediately bloomed into a smile. Excitedly, he hastily unhooked the greatbow from the wall and presented it.

Chen Feng held the bow in his left hand and gently drew the string with his right. The 200-jin Lieyang Wooden Bow immediately bent into a perfect full moon.

“Zzzzz…” When he released the string, a continuous, rather grating vibration sounded.

“You… you can actually draw a 200-jin bow?” The shopkeeper was utterly stunned, staring intently at Chen Feng, seemingly unable to believe such immense strength could erupt from such a lean frame.

Chen Feng smiled and shook his head. Possessing a strength capable of hundreds of thousands of jin, if he couldn't even draw a 200-kilogram bow, he might as well buy a block of tofu and dash himself against it.

Just as he was about to put the bow away, the shopkeeper leaned in conspiratorially. “Seeing how effortlessly you drew that bow, you must be an Archer (Gongshi)! I have a truly fine bow here, one no one has ever managed to draw; its force potential is astonishing. Would you like to see it?”

Archers, much like Swordsmen and others, primarily practiced shooting. Their battle qi (Douqi) could achieve effects similar to magic. Long-term practice sharpened their eyesight and reflexes. Such Archers were usually found only in armies, proving invaluable in coordinated combat. Very few ordinary people practiced archery, so they were rarely seen.

Chen Feng saw the shopkeeper’s secretive manner and offered no definite opinion.

The shopkeeper turned and walked toward the back room. A moment later, he returned holding a small, entirely crimson bow.

This little bow was less than a meter long, intricately carved with vivid patterns, making it look quite beautiful. However, upon one glance, Chen Feng felt an urge to laugh wryly—this bow was clearly designed for a woman; a lady’s bow. Why was the man showing it to him?

“I acquired this when I was purchasing stock years ago; nobody has managed to draw it since. It’s a fine piece!” Chen Feng took the small bow and touched the string in his hand, instantly elated. It was a Magic Bow (Mofa Gong).

He examined the bow’s edges and spotted a circular socket—evidently the housing for magic. Magic Bows possessed enchantments, but without a magic core to supply energy, how could a normal person possibly draw one?

“I can give this bow to Judy. Among the three of them, her strength is the weakest. If I give her this bow, when fighting the Seventh Prince and the others, she could stand at the edge of the fray and shoot arrows. This would completely reduce the pressure of facing both the Seventh Prince and Alex simultaneously.” Thinking this, Chen Feng placed the three bows together for the shopkeeper to total the cost. He also purchased several hundred arrows of varying lengths.

The pile of arrows, when stacked next to the bows, rose like a small mountain.

The shopkeeper’s face was beaming like a newly bloomed flower. He offered solicitously, “Shall I arrange a carriage to deliver these for you?”

“No need!” Chen Feng replied. With the water flask (Shuihu) in his possession, not only could he carry these three bows and hundreds of arrows, but he could manage ten times the amount with ease. Still, he couldn’t let too many people know about the flask.

With that thought, he asked the shopkeeper to separately bundle the bows and the arrows. He lifted both bundles with both hands and strode toward the exit.

“This…” The shopkeeper found it hard to process. Each arrow, including the head and shaft, weighed nearly half a jin. Several hundred stacked together represented an astonishing weight, yet this slender youth lifted one bundle in each hand and carried them away…

“They truly are cultivated people; their strength is different from ordinary folk,” the shopkeeper sighed, turning back to attend to his other customers.

Stepping out the shop door, Chen Feng made a swift motion, and the bows and arrows vanished into the water flask. The action was so fast that not a single person noticed.

Returning to the store where Judy and Angelisa had been browsing earlier, he circled the area but couldn't find the pair. He grabbed a nearby clerk and asked sharply, “Two women wearing scarves were here just now buying things; do you know where they went?”

“I… I…” The clerk trembled violently at Chen Feng’s fierce expression, too nervous to speak.

Chen Feng only then noticed his own demeanor—it was crass to grab someone like that while asking questions. He shook his head, slowly softening his expression, released the clerk's arm, and repeated his question.

“They… just left. Then several carriages arrived, and some very strong men got out. I saw them leave with the women,” the clerk stammered nervously.

“Carriages? Strong men?” Chen Feng frowned. “Were they abducted? But who would seize these two women?”

As he pondered this mystery, a young attendant in blue robes approached.

“May I ask if you are Lord Iori Yagami (Bāshén’ān)?” the attendant inquired politely.

Chen Feng nodded.

“My master requests your presence; he has matters to discuss!” The attendant bowed deeply, executing a formal gesture.

“Who is your master?” Chen Feng asked.

“My master said you will know when you arrive,” the attendant replied with a practiced smile. “Angelisa and Miss Judy have already gone ahead; I suspect they have arrived by now.”

“Hmph!” Chen Feng let out a cold snort. “Are you threatening me by using them?”

The attendant mentioning Angelisa and Judy had gone ahead made the implication clear: if he refused to go, the two women might be in danger.

“I wouldn’t dare. My master merely invites Lord Iori Yagami to be a guest; there are no other intentions,” the attendant’s tone betrayed no nervousness or anxiety.

Chen Feng gave the attendant a sidelong glance and coldly spat out two words: “Lead the way.”

The attendant made a gesture inviting Chen Feng into a waiting carriage, then took the reins and drove along the bluestone street.

“Tada-da-da…” The hooves striking the bluestone created a crisp rhythm that echoed along the street.

In less than ten minutes, they arrived at a wide courtyard where the carriage stopped.

Chen Feng stepped down and surveyed the location. It was a typical manor-style estate, complete with streams, trees, massive stones, and rockeries within the courtyard. To possess such a large manor in Nobiya City spoke volumes of the owner's status and extravagance.

“This way, please!” the attendant said with a smile. “Follow this path to the end, and you will find my master.”

Chen Feng eyed the winding, overgrown path lined with dense trees and frowned, wondering what trickery the owner was planning.

“This path bends after about ten meters, and there are many trees on both sides—perfect for an ambush,” Chen Feng thought. “It seems the owner wants me to take this route for ill intent.”

A surge of anger rose in Chen Feng’s heart. “Lead the way, properly!”

The attendant bowed. “My duty was only to bring Lord Iori Yagami here. Following this path will lead you to my master…”

Before he could finish, his throat tightened, and he was lifted bodily by the neck.

“I’ll ask again: lead the way properly!” Chen Feng’s voice was grim, devoid of emotion. The attendant understood perfectly that if he didn't comply, the young man would snap his neck without hesitation.

“Yes… yes…” This time, the attendant dared not offer any excuses, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

“Hmph! Don't play games, or I will kill you instantly,” Chen Feng stated coldly. The invisible killing aura shook the attendant as if he were sifting through a sieve.

Seeing that the threat had worked, Chen Feng flung him to the ground.

The attendant’s face was ashen. Only now did he feel true fear. His master was immensely powerful, both in strength and influence. Traveling in the Imperial Capital, no one dared slight him when invoking his master’s name. Such crude treatment was unprecedented for him. He felt closer to death than ever before. Looking at the youth’s expressionless face, he suddenly recalled news filtering from the competition grounds that day, and a chill shot down his spine.

“I… I’ll go first…” The attendant was so nervous he could barely speak. He followed the path forward, constantly glancing behind him, terrified Chen Feng would strike. His timid demeanor was a fraction of the composure he had displayed earlier.

“Whoosh…” A gust of wind blew past, startling the attendant so badly he immediately turned and knelt on the ground. “Master, I don't want to die yet…” Once he realized it was just the wind, his face turned crimson, and he rose to continue leading the way.

It seemed Chen Feng had thoroughly terrified him.

“Who exactly is this master? To be able to construct a manor of this scale in the Imperial Capital—if this owner were unknown, no one would believe it,” Chen Feng admitted internally, refusing to let his guard down. “To capture Judy and Angelisa so easily, and to know my name—do they have a grudge against me?”

A sudden thought flashed through his mind: “Could it be… someone from the Berserk Team (Kuangbao Dui)?”

P.S.: I apologize, I am quite tired. You have all seen the update speed these past few days—at least four chapters daily, over 12,000 words, and yesterday I even managed five chapters, 15,000 words, which is Old Ya’s limit… But Old Ya will persevere and keep working hard. My current monthly ticket count is 224, only 6 short of an extra chapter… Sigh. Also, if I reach 245 monthly tickets today, Old Ya will definitely release five chapters, even if I have to rewrite until 2 AM… Please support me enthusiastically! (To be continued. If you wish to know what happens next, please log onto www**com for more chapters, support the author, and support legitimate reading!) (Shortcut key: ←) (Shortcut key: Enter)

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