Green Mountain
Chapter 242 - 188, Mr. Feng

Chapter 242: 188, Mr. Feng

Chen Ji knew that from now on, he could only rely on himself.

In the heavy snow, he was getting farther and farther from She Dengke, the Princely Heir, Liang Gou’er, and Liang Mao’er, until all that was left in the night was himself. It was as if he had run from the splendid stage into the darkness beyond it.

Chen Ji felt as if he were back to the midnight when he first arrived in this world, standing behind the counter of Taiping Medical Hall, diligently studying the Medical Skills Summary. Then he wrote ten words, "Between heaven and earth in life, suddenly like a traveling guest."

The moment Chen Ji came out of the inner prison, he finally understood many things:

His arrival in this world was not by chance; Prince Jing, his master, and Li Qingniao had planned everything, intending to use him as the most important chess piece.

Prince Jing, knowing his life was not long, gave him Ice Flow and Silver Coin under the guise of cement, all to help him grow quickly.

It seemed they had arranged an especially difficult fate for him, which was why they had apologized to him twice.

It was also because of this bitter destiny that when he wanted to follow Wu Hongbiao and Si Caogui to leave the Jing Dynasty, his master, moved by compassion, persuaded him to leave.

At that moment, his master had wished he would just disappear.

If he had left that day, perhaps he would have escaped the chessboard. It could be guessed that Prince Jing didn’t know he still had the option of returning to Jingning, and they never exploited his relationship with Lu Jin... His master had kept his secret.

That sharp-tongued, cold-blooded but warm-hearted old man had ultimately helped him.

So, what exactly did Prince Jing want him to do? Chen Ji only knew it involved the unification of the two dynasties and the Immortals of the Forty-nine Heavens; they needed him to carry the Mountain Lord Sect’s Scripture and grow increasingly powerful, but he couldn’t guess anything else.

Whether it was Prince Jing or Emperor Ning, they were both icy and powerful political beings, beyond the full comprehension of ordinary people.

But what about Bai Li? Why did Prince Jing have Bai Long take Bai Li away?

How should he save Bai Li? Should he break into the prison again, snatch Bai Li from Bai Long’s hands?

Bai Long was a Grand Official in the pinnacle of the Seeking Dao Realm, and he, a small official who had just entered the Innate Realm, definitely couldn’t kill him. Without any help now, Chen Ji couldn’t possibly break into the prison again.

A dead end.

Suddenly, Chen Ji remembered his master’s words: If he’s smart enough, he should have just left.

He carried the Sword Seed Path, and in Jingning, he had an uncle in a high position watching over him. As long as he went to Jingning, he would have enough time to wait until, like the Martial Temple Mountain Master Lu Yang, he was powerful enough to look down upon the world.

Ten years.

Twenty years.

He was still young, he could wait... but he didn’t want to.

At that moment, a Jiefan Guard galloped down the snow-covered long street, his iron hooves kicking up waves of snow.

As soon as the Jiefan Guard saw Chen Ji, he decisively drew the long knife from his waist, leaned low, and charged to kill.

Chen Ji didn’t retreat but advanced instead; in the instant they crossed, the Jiefan Guard swung a knife from the left while Chen Ji, with precise timing, grabbed the warhorse’s reins to leap up, kicked the guard off from the right side, and landed himself in the saddle.

He didn’t tarry in battle but just yanked the reins, the horse rearing up slightly and turning around.

By the time the Jiefan Guard struggled up from the snow, Chen Ji had already galloped far away.

There was no time to waste!

Ten minutes later, Chen Ji looked at the gloomy Huajing Alley in front of him.

This place was originally a government office of the Luocheng City Spy Bureau, but spies always preferred to work in places as dark as the inner prison, so the formal office was left unused... until Bai Long appeared, and this government office was put back into use.

Chen Ji reined in his horse in front of the office, took a deep breath, and dismounted.

He strode towards the inside of the government office, the snow already covering the empty courtyard. There was a faint aroma of medicinal herbs in the courtyard, like sandalwood mixed with musk.

Deep inside the office, a lamp was lit, Bai Long, wearing a mask, sat behind a rosewood desk, looking dignified as if reviewing documents.

In the boundless night, only this lamp remained alight.

In the main hall, Bai Long looked up at the sound of footsteps, glanced at Chen Ji, then lowered his head back to the documents, carelessly saying, "What brings you to the Spy Bureau’s government office so late?"

Chen Ji crossed the courtyard, stepped over the snow, one step at a time, "Mr. Feng, does our agreement still stand?"

In the main hall of the government office, Bai Long’s vermillion brush suddenly stopped, as if the heavy snow outside had also frozen in mid-air.

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After a brief pause, Bai Long’s vermillion brush resumed movement, he sat behind the desk stamping the documents with a vermilion seal and then casually said, "How could I possibly be Mr. Feng?"

By then, Chen Ji looked around the hall and saw two teacups on the desk, with steam rising from the tea which was only half drunk... indicating that Bai Long had a guest just before who had just left, and this guest was someone with whom Bai Long would take off his mask to drink tea.

Chen Ji’s gaze returned and he answered, "Ever since Bai Long appeared, Mr. Feng has disappeared."

Bai Long, not lifting his head, responded leisurely, "I have to wait in the Inner Court, whereas Mr. Feng always needs to remain with the Liu Family. How can we be in two places at once?"

Chen Ji replied, "Whoever wears the mask is Bai Long, it seems that Jiang Yan is just your puppet, while you are the Grand Official who practices the art of Yansheng."

Bai Long seemed amused by Chen Ji, "Young man, you must have drunk some fake wine. Who gave you the audacity to spout nonsense before me?"

Chen Ji thought for a moment and said, "I took Prince Jing’s Blood Letter to conspire with the Thousand-year Army to break into the prison, yet I came back unscathed, and the Thousand-year Army didn’t pursue me. I’ve thought it over, and only Mr. Feng would have intervened to protect me, thank you, Mr. Feng."