Azure Heaven Saber-Chapter 46 - 34 Help and Dreams

Chapter 46: Chapter 34: Help and Dreams

Chapter 46 -34: Help and Dreams

“…”

Feng Yin was left dumbstruck by the tiny paw before him.

Holy moly.

Is it really this picky?

It won’t even eat a bun now, does it think little of it?

This is a bun specially made by Heavenly Judge, even a common Martial Artist would consider it a delicacy!

The little guy squatted obediently before him, tilted its head and looked at him with some confusion: I’m a cat, you know, and you’re feeding me a bun?

“If it’s not to your liking, that’s fine, but you will have to wait a bit. I’ll cook some meat for dinner, and you can see if it suits your taste.”

Feng Yin comforted the little one: “But you must stay in the room and not go out, and you can’t be discovered by anyone.”

“Mew?”

The little one looked at Feng Yin with confusion.

What? With my good looks and combat abilities, I have to hide in a room?

Isn’t that a waste?

“Your existence is related to our lives. Once someone discovers you, it will pose a huge risk… We need to be safe now, develop quietly, and accumulate strength, understand?”

The little guy seemed to understand, but not really, and nodded confusedly.

Then it moved its small paws, elegantly made its way to Feng Yin’s pillow, proficiently crawled into the pillowcase, then popped its small head out: “Mew?”

Is this okay?

Then it retracted its head back into the pillowcase, not even causing a bulge in the pillow.

A small tail quietly swayed outside.

“Great job! Very good! Very obedient!”

Feng Yin praised heartily.

In the past two days, the gathering of spirit energy from the practice of the Spiritual Transformation Technique had formed another vortex, but Feng Yin didn’t plan to use it on Feng Ying. The little thing’s growth exceeded Feng Yin’s expectations. Therefore, he decided to be more cautious, since it’s too young.

….

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Feng Yin’s body suddenly stiffened.

He slowly turned back, his entire body tensed up, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey.

His eyes were filled with shock.

And fear.

He stared at the table.

On the table, a package wrapped in a white cloth, and on the package, a piece of paper.

This thing didn’t seem to be here when I came in just now…

How did it appear all of a sudden… where did it come from?

Feng Yin took a deep breath, his first reaction was to turn around and run, then he thought of picking up Feng Ying and running away together.

But he soon calmed down.

If the other person could go to such lengths, it would be easy for them to take his life.

This person must be watching him from the shadows.

There was no escaping.

In such situations, the only option was to surrender first and then think of a solution.

Plus, if the person didn’t directly jump out and kill him, it meant there was a different intent or purpose.

I’m least afraid of that.

After calming his mind for a moment, Feng Yin walked over and slowly picked up the paper.

As expected, it was a letter for him.

“After this, sir must go; the place to go, only Yuezhou.”

The first sentence alone left Feng Yin with goosebumps all over.

Who is this person?

“…Before sir’s departure, there is a matter I wish to entrust. The parcel contains a few things, would you please take them to the Universe Building in Yuezhou City, and hand them over to the shopkeeper.

I cannot expose my whereabouts on this journey, I hope sir can help, much obliged. If sir is not willing, I would be profoundly disappointed. Hope sir understands.”

Feng Yin couldn’t help but curse in his heart.

How is holding a knife against my neck to get work done any different from this?

And then ‘if you don’t agree, I will be very disappointed’, damn your disappointment!

But what Feng Yin found most chilling was the signature.

On the signature portion, there was no name, only a paw print.

Stamped with red ink.

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The meat pad’s pattern could be visibly seen in the middle, and its softness could be felt; but the sharp ends of the paw print had pierced the paper, revealing fine holes.

This carried a hidden murderous intent reminiscent of intense battles.

Feng Yin only felt his heart leap into his throat, what kind of paw print is this, neither big nor small? And, such a master should be able to control his strength, why did he need to tear some holes?

Is he trying to intimidate me?

Besides, for someone of this level, what can’t he do on his own, why does he need me to do it?

Feng Yin was thoroughly confused.

The other party clearly had no intention of killing him outright.

Although he didn’t understand, there was not much malice. One should admit defeat first, and helping the other party a bit wouldn’t hurt.

Perhaps there will be some benefits in the future?

Benefits or not, it didn’t matter much, the biggest problem was that if he didn’t help now, he seemed to be truly stuck.

“I’m rather drugged by this request for help, it would be more straightforward to directly rob or blackmail.”

Feng Yin thought to himself.

…

In the evening, the aroma of meat wafted through the air.

Feng Yin filled a small bowl with finely chopped pieces and brought it to his room for Feng Ying. Feng Ying ate with joy, cleverly controlling himself not to make a single noise. He chewed the meat into tiny bits, his eyes showing a hint of mischief and full of caution, as if he was a thief in the night.

This was his first time eating meat. It was delicious!

So delicious that he could barely contain himself!

When Feng Yin reappeared, Xu the Third and Xu the Fourth already settled in the courtyard, each sitting on a bench with an air of enthusiasm.

A few jars of wine were opened nearby, the aroma wafting through the air.

The three large bowls on the table were already filled with wine.

The two brothers were surprised that Feng Yin, a miser who even pinched pennies from his own funeral fund, would offer to be a host.

If they didn’t seize this rare opportunity to have a feast, they wouldn’t be doing justice to their bellies.

Xu the Third even visited the latrine twice, focusing his energy to cleanse his bowels.

He was determined to be in his prime state, ready to eat and drink his fill, in hope to recoup his hard-earned money prematurely.

But Feng Yin’s first sentence made the brothers dumbfounded.

“Let’s forget the debts. I’m burning the IOUs.”

As he spoke, he presented the IOUs and crushed them into dust.

Xu the Third: …

Xu the Fourth: …

They were at a loss: What was happening today? Was it the end of the world?

“Gentlemen, we have been together for quite some time now. Regardless of how we came together, it is still a form of fate,” said Feng Yin.

“First, I congratulate Xu the Third on his full recovery.”

Feng Yin raised his bowl. “Here’s toasting to your health.”

“Cheers.”

The two brothers eagerly raised their bowls and drank it all in one go, laughing heartily, their hearts filled with joy.

The moonlight was cold and a cool breeze whistled through the swaying trees. The air hinted of a faint cooking smoke aroma and a mild freshness from the vegetation.

The three men were drinking quite fast. Before long, the wine had been drunk in turn three times, and they began to share their stories.

Feng Yin ate and drank while quietly invoking his Spiritual Transformation Technique, striving to generate two cyclones at once.

While he initially only held a slight fondness for the two guileful yet fundamentally honest men without any attachment, he couldn’t bear to think that they would suffer due to his actions. The thought that their future life in the Jianghu might become more difficult and that they might fall prey to unexpected disaster at any moment, he decided to present them with a parting gift, settle a karmic debt, and leave behind a bond of goodwill.

Regardless of the reason, as long as they suffer because of me, I should give back. Only then can I have a clear conscience.

That was Feng Yin’s true feelings.

As they drank and chatted, they began to discuss the Jianghu. Somehow, the conversation moved towards dreams.

In this world known as Jianghu, did they have dreams, plans, or future goals?

During their conversation, this topic came up.

The moment the topic arose, the three men fell silent in unison.

Then, they raised their cups together.

They took a sip from their cups.

Dreams, plans, and ambitions, were the three sentiments that could most profoundly darken a man’s mood.

The children of the Jianghu are born, live, age and die within its confines.

All had dreams, but how many of those dreams had come true throughout the history of the Jianghu?

Several rounds of drinks had already passed. Xu the Third, although slightly drunk, was still lucid.

This state was just a mild intoxication from not drinking for a long time, it wasn’t due to a lack of capacity for spirits.

After all, he was a highly respected Iron Rank killer. He could hold his liquor.

“Dreams…” chuckled Xu the Third sorrowfully, “At this point, what right do we have to utter that word?”

“Xu the Fourth’s greatest dream was to marry Little Lan from next door and live happily ever after. Now…Little Lan has already married someone else. I remember clearly when we earned our first sum of money, we excitedly returned home to prepare for Xu the Fourth’s wedding. We reached home just in time to see Little Lan marry someone else. I remember clearly, Xu the Fourth was dumbstruck then. He went to the riverbank alone, clutching the silver, saying to it ‘I’ve earned enough money to marry you but you’ve already married someone else…'”

“Xu the Fourth is still heartbroken, still unable to forget. Yet, Little Lan and her family have already perished in the chaos of war. They didn’t even leave a tombstone behind for him to mourn…Dreams, huh…They’re nothing but a fart.”

With his head lowered, Xu the Fourth heaved a soft sigh. His eyes were a bit hazy as he raised his wine bowl, silently drinking it all in one gulp.

Then he raised his head, staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky, his gaze lost in thought.

This was the first time Feng Yin saw such a tender and melancholy expression on this rugged man’s face.

What was on his mind?

Was he thinking about Little Lan?

Or was he thinking about the moment when he learned that his sweetheart was marrying another man, just as he returned with the money he earned to fulfill his dream of marrying her?

Or was he thinking about the joy and excitement he felt while returning home with the money to fulfill his dream?

The moonlight cascaded onto Xu the Fourth. This rough man, under this moonlight, had an expression as hazy as the moonlight itself.

“As for my dream…”

Xu the Third glanced at his younger brother, sighed, and lifted his bowl to drink.

My dream is…even if it cost my life, I want Xu the Fourth to live well. I want to earn some money so that Xu the Fourth can get married and live his life.

As for me, as the older brother, when our whole family is unsettled, do I have the right to chase my own dreams?

Those two words, so beautiful, they were too heart-wrenching to even consider — just drink and sigh.

Feng Yin silently took a sip of his wine, releasing a sigh of his own.

The word ‘dream’ seems light but is indeed heavy, and indeed somber.

How many people’s dreams have already been buried deep in the ground, just like Xu the Fourth’s?

Since ancient times, the number of diverse things and beings returned to the earth — whether in form of heroes or beloved faces — has been innumerable.

Among them, also lay countless splintered pieces of dreams now long forgotten.

Dreams.

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