After Transmigration, I Traded a Coin for a Peerless Wife and Conquered the Chaotic World - Chapter 4:
Chapter 4: Send You to the Western Paradise!
“Swish!!!”
Lin Feng dodged the blade cleanly and precisely, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. His left arm flexed, and he punched Song Chun hard in the abdomen. Song Chun’s body curled like a shrimp, unable to straighten up for a moment.
Seizing the chance, Lin Feng’s right hand snatched away Song Chun’s long blade. With a crisp “clang,” the blade collided with the weapon of another attacker. Lin Feng turned and kicked that man down with a single strike.
His gaze turned cold as he looked at the last remaining person, as if he were just a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Compared to Lin Feng, the lowest-ranked Grade C soldier, Song Chun and the other two were all Grade A soldiers, each with the strength of 2nd-grade martial artists. If not for gaining the system today and receiving 100,000 Slaughter Points from the beginner’s gift, which helped him break through to become a 3rd-grade martial artist, then even if he had managed to bring his dear wife He Caiwei back home safely, he would’ve either died or suffered a fate worse than death.
He asked coldly, “Speak. What did you come here for tonight?”
“Be honest! Or I won’t hesitate to send all three of you to the Western Paradise!”
His voice was hoarse, and he didn’t even look at the last person. His eyes, like blades, locked tightly onto Song Chun.
Song Chun was trembling as he stared at Lin Feng, who now seemed like a god of slaughter. His face was pale as paper, full of fear.
He hesitated, afraid that betraying Wang Erhu would bring brutal consequences later.
“What’s wrong, don’t want to speak?”
Lin Feng sneered and walked forward calmly. Without warning, he stomped down on Song Chun’s shin with a loud crack, shattering the bone.
“AHHH!”
Song Chun let out a pig-like scream, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”
“It… it was Decurion Wang Erhu. He took a liking to the woman you picked and told me to bring her to his residence before you could consummate with her.”
Lin Feng snorted coldly, “Just as I guessed.”
“Wang Erhu already has food in his bowl and still eyes the pot. That’s none of my business.”
“But if he dares to covet my woman, then he’s courting death!”
Burning with fury, Lin Feng stomped again, crushing Song Chun’s right leg with another crack.
Song Chun’s face turned deathly pale. The intense pain left him too weak to speak clearly.
“This terrifying strength… at least 3rd-grade martial artist…”
“You’re just a Grade C soldier. How can you have this kind of power?”
“Don’t tell me… you’ve been hiding your strength all along?!”
His mind was full of questions. Lin Feng used to not even be a martial artist. But just now, his speed and strength had clearly reached the level of a 3rd-grade martial artist.
Lin Feng sneered, “Does it concern you? A man about to die doesn’t need to know so much.”
“You… you dare?!”
Song Chun’s eyes widened in panic as he shouted, “I’m Decurion Wang Erhu’s trusted aide! I’m acting under his direct orders tonight!”
“If you kill me, Wang Erhu will definitely tear you apart and grind your bones to dust!”
Lin Feng scoffed, “I already said—anyone who dares to lust after my wife is asking to die.”
“Even Wang Erhu’s life, I’ll take. Let alone a dog like you!”
Hearing this, Song Chun turned white and started crying and begging, “Brother Lin, I was wrong! Please spare me! We’re fellow soldiers—we’ll be going to battle together in the future!”
“This is how you treat your comrades?”
Lin Feng’s face darkened as he leaned closer to Song Chun’s head. He pressed the icy flat of the military-issue blade against Song Chun’s greasy cheek and said coldly, “People like you don’t deserve to live. Even Heaven wouldn’t tolerate it!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the blade flashed coldly, and blood gushed from Song Chun’s neck.
Lin Feng’s figure instantly vanished and reappeared in front of the other two men.
[Ding! Congratulations, host. Killed 2nd-grade martial artist. Slaughter Points +200.]
…
“Only 200 Slaughter Points for killing Song Chun? He’s still a Grade A soldier! This system is too stingy!” Lin Feng twitched his lips.
The other two men realized things had gone horribly wrong and immediately turned to flee.
Without hesitation, Lin Feng erupted with full 3rd-grade martial artist power. With a light tap of his foot, his figure shot out like a cannonball, chasing one of them down.
One punch struck the man’s face directly, smashing his skull.
At the same time, he flung the long blade in his hand like a flying knife. A cold glint flashed in midair, and the second man collapsed instantly.
Another system prompt followed.
[Ding! Congratulations, host. Killed 2nd-grade martial artist. Slaughter Points +400.]
The commotion outside was loud, filled with screams and chaos.
Inside the house, He Caiwei clung to the doorframe, cautiously peeking out, terrified that the next thing she might see was Lin Feng’s corpse.
“Don’t be afraid, dear wife. As long as I’m here, nothing will happen,” Lin Feng said, wiping the blood from his palm with Song Chun’s clothes.
He Caiwei was well aware of the military hierarchy at the drill ground. Those three men were clearly stronger than her husband, a mere Grade C soldier. Yet now, all three Grade A soldiers had died at Lin Feng’s hands.
It seemed her husband wasn’t as simple as he appeared.
She suppressed her shock and quickly walked up to Lin Feng, worry written all over her face. “Dear husband, the sudden disappearance of three men in the army isn’t a small matter. If they’re found out…”
She bit her lip and held Lin Feng’s bloody hand tightly. “If that day really comes, I will face life and death with you.”
“Things won’t go that far,” Lin Feng replied calmly. “These three came in disguise and snuck over in secret. Clearly, they didn’t want anyone to recognize them. Nothing will happen.”
“It’s the dead of night. Our place is remote. No one will find out.”
“Besides, I’m just a lowly Grade C soldier in the camp.”
“If three Grade A soldiers go missing, who would ever suspect me?”
He Caiwei nodded lightly, but her hand never let go of his. After enduring so much in life, she had finally met such a good husband. If danger truly came, then so be it. There was nothing left in this world worth clinging to anyway.
After comforting his wife, Lin Feng went to deal with the three corpses.
Narrowing his eyes, he thought to himself—Wang Erhu, the Decurion, was also only a 3rd-grade martial artist. With his current comprehension, physique, and entry-level Heaven-Slaughter Blade Technique, killing him wasn’t difficult.
But Wang Erhu had ties with two Centurions. A Centurion’s strength surpassed 3rd-grade, reaching 4th-grade martial artist level. For now, Lin Feng wasn’t ready to handle them.
He went to the back mountain, dug a deep pit, and buried the three bodies. After leveling the ground, he camouflaged the site.
Under the pitch-black night sky, with a cold wind blowing and distant beastly howls echoing faintly, the atmosphere turned even more chilling…
At the same time, within a grand three-courtyard residence—this was Decurion Wang Erhu’s home in Yan Pass.
It was far more luxurious than Lin Feng’s humble three-room thatched hut and broken courtyard wall.
Fake mountains stood tall, strange rocks dotted the landscape, and there was even a pond in the back courtyard.
At that moment, sounds of high-pitched gasps and chaos came from the bedroom. After a long while, the noise finally subsided.
The bedroom window was shut tight. The faint scent of Chinese photinia flowers lingered in the room.
On the bed lay a woman with rosy cheeks—the beautiful woman Wang Erhu had picked from the training ground platform earlier that day.
But at this moment, pain was etched on her face, her brows tightly knit, clearly showing Wang Erhu had no care for tenderness.
“The courtesans from the Huai River really do have tender white legs, and that fragrance… truly divine…” Wang Erhu hummed a vulgar tune as he sat casually at the table, his calloused right hand gripping a wine cup, downing it in one gulp. The burning heat slid down his throat.
He took a bite of food to suppress the spiciness, his body instantly tingling from the rush.
Scenes of He Caiwei’s graceful figure kept popping into his mind. The fire that had just been spent between his legs reignited rapidly.
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