Chapter 3: The Hero Jiang Biehe

Chapter 3: The Hero Jiang Biehe

On the second floor of the inn.

The innkeeper's wife looked at the long gash on Li Chaofeng's back with concern, gently pressing it and finding no blood, which eased her mind a bit.

"At least the blade missed your vital spots, or you'd be a goner."

She glanced at the short knife tucked in Li Chaofeng's belt and slapped his lower back.

"Letting yourself be toyed with by that scum, you didn't even lose a pound of flesh. Why risk your life?"

Li Chaofeng wasn't bleeding, but the sudden slap and the pressure on his wound made him wince in pain.

The blade missed?

Of course not. It was just that Li Chaofeng's skin was incredibly resilient, saving his life.

As for why the short knife was in his belt, it was because he often used it to kill chickens and gut fish. He couldn't make it disappear like in murder scenes.

The innkeeper's wife noticed something unusual about Li Chaofeng's body and the knife, but sometimes it's better to be a bit oblivious in life.

Wounds need to be treated, so she applied Healing Balm to the gash on Li Chaofeng's back. He lay on the chair, his expression relaxed as he said, "I'm leaving."

Hearing this, the innkeeper's wife paused, then continued applying the balm until she was done. She then asked, "Can't stay anymore?"

"Uh-huh."

Hearing Li Chaofeng's brief, nasal response, the innkeeper's wife slapped the back of his head and scolded him.

"What's wrong with my Yingying? Do you find her so repulsive? Or has some alley fox bewitched your heart?"

Yingying, the innkeeper's wife's daughter, was the young girl who had almost been bullied earlier. She was only thirteen.

In this era, girls could marry at fourteen. Over the past five years, Li Chaofeng had been steady and meticulous in his work, diligent and strong, and of the right age. Naturally, he was the innkeeper's wife's ideal son-in-law.

Unfortunately, though Li Chaofeng looked like a sixteen-year-old boy, he had the mind of an adult. When he first met Yingying, she was only eight.

She was more like a daughter to him, not a sister.

Even if he had cared less about the age difference, the current Yingying, a young girl who hadn't fully matured, wasn't his type.

Though his physical age was sixteen, his mental age was far older.

Thinking about this, Li Chaofeng narrowed his eyes and remained silent. The innkeeper's wife, seeing him close his eyes as if he were dead, sighed.

A good man has his ambitions. Her husband had also ventured out into the world for a few years.

And the child she had taken in five years ago was due to return.

After all, someone who could dress so well couldn't be from an ordinary family.

Thinking of this, the innkeeper's wife stopped persuading him, got up, and walked to the bed, opening a chest under Li Chaofeng's surprised gaze.

Inside the chest was a neatly folded set of clothes. She looked at them, nodded, and took them out.

"Since Yingying couldn't win your heart, here are the dirty clothes you wore back then. I altered them for you. See if they fit."

People have feelings. After five years together, Li Chaofeng wasn't without emotion. He had prepared himself mentally for this departure.

Whether to help the Five Insect Blade grow or to explore this world, he needed to venture out.

But when he saw the old clothes, his face darkened.

Here is the translation of the given sentence:

Wasn't this the pajama he wore before his transmigration?

Blue and black, made of pure cotton, with a seven-day no-questions-asked return policy, delivered in three days.

Now, it had been transformed into a jacket with built-in wrist guards and a silk-threaded belt, making it look like a hero's coat.

But it was still a pajama.

"I originally wanted to throw away those dirty clothes, but once I held them, I realized they must belong to someone wealthy."

"After washing them, I thought about altering them for that scoundrel, but I decided to keep them for you."

Though cotton existed in this world, a pure cotton pajama made with modern techniques was a rare item.

Back then, Li Chaofeng, with his modern mindset, hadn't given the dirty pajama a second glance when the innkeeper's wife took it away.

His attitude confirmed the innkeeper's wife's belief that Li Chaofeng was a fallen noble, destined to rise again.

Though the process was wrong, her conclusion was right.

Li Chaofeng just needed a place to stay, a place where he could kill chickens and gut fish.

He hadn't been "picked up" by the innkeeper; he had chosen to work here, purely out of a job application.

Could a ten-year-old boy not look for work on his own?

Child labor was legal in this era.

Initially, he only wanted to be a helper, but after being caught secretly making delicious food for a young girl, he became the chef in charge of meat dishes.

It wasn't that his cooking was so good that even ancient imperial chefs would be ashamed. Otherwise, this inn wouldn't still be a regular place but would be famous.

It was just that many of his cooking techniques were considered family secrets in this era.

Thanks to Wang Gang.

Seeing the innkeeper's wife's face, which said, "I know you have deep grievances, so I won't bring up your painful past", Li Chaofeng pursed his lips but didn't explain that the pajama wasn't a keepsake from his father.

Five years ago, he was only 1.4 meters tall, and the pajama was 1.7 meters long, so it couldn't have been his.

But the thought of wearing a hero's coat that everyone would know was a pajama made Li Chaofeng want to leave it behind.

To be reminded of his father's legacy?

To leave something for the innkeeper's wife to remember him by?

Just as he was conflicted, a loud voice came from outside the inn.

"I am Jiang Biehe of Jiangnan. The Heaven's Gate Five Tigers dare to commit crimes in broad daylight. Come out and face your punishment!"

Jiang Biehe???

Jiang Biehe!!!

Li Chaofeng, of course, recognized the name. How could he not, being a modern person? But shouldn't he be the famous hero of Jiangnan, known for his kindness and bravery?

When did the great hero Jiang Biehe start hunting criminals?

Hearing the hero's call, the innkeeper's wife's face showed no joy. She looked at the thoughtful Li Chaofeng and warned him, "The Heaven's Gate Five Tigers were killed by an anonymous hero passing by. Don't meddle in this."

Li Chaofeng blinked, not understanding. The innkeeper's wife pointed at his forehead and sternly warned him, "These days, heroes kill bandits, and bandits kill heroes. You're just a kid. How many lives do you have to avoid the bad guys' attention?"

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'I'm not afraid of being stolen from, but I'm afraid of being remembered'? Listen to me on this."

Just as the innkeeper's wife was about to continue, Jiang Biehe outside the Four Seas Inn felt the gazes of the onlookers. He couldn't wait any longer; he had to maintain his righteous image. He roared loudly, "Since you dare not come out, I will come in myself! Hahahaha!"

With a loud laugh, Jiang Biehe approached the inn, sensing the aura inside. He narrowed his eyes and struck the inn's door with a powerful palm.

With a "boom", the two doors flew out and landed heavily on the ground. Jiang Biehe stood outside, looking arrogant and smug.

"Trying to ambush me, you still need more practice."

His laughter abruptly stopped when he saw the scene inside the inn. His teeth gritted in frustration.

The doors were gone, and the inside was clearly visible. Three bodies lay in a row, arranged by the inn's servants. Jiang Biehe quickly identified them as the three tigers he had been chasing for half a month.

The fourth tiger was tied to a pillar, unconscious.

No wonder he could only sense the Mountain-Perching Tiger's breathing outside. The Heaven's Gate Four Tigers were almost all dead!

(End of Chapter)

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