The Dark Lord's Dominion

  Lin Feng returned to Heishi Town, and it was already evening.

  His waist was simply wrapped with a grass skirt made of woven leaves. Fortunately, it was nighttime, so no one noticed.

  Taking advantage of the cover of night, Lin Feng came to the only clothing store in the small town and bought a new set of clothes for himself.

  The owner of the clothing store, seeing the shiny silver coins, this time unusually did not mock Lin Feng.

  Back in the small ironwork shop, I still smelled a strong smell of wine, and Father Lin Heng had already fallen asleep.

  Lin Feng came into the kitchen and skillfully cooked two bowls of porridge. Then he carried one bowl to Lin Heng's bedside.

  "Dad, get up and have something to eat!" Lin Feng called out softly.

  "Hmm! Let it go!" Lin Heng murmured vaguely and turned over to continue sleeping.

  Lin Feng sighed, put the rice bowl on the bedside table, and then walked out of the room.

  Lin Feng quickly drank another bowl of porridge and arrived at the backyard of the blacksmith's shop.

  The men in Heishi Town all practiced boxing, and every household had a very spacious backyard, the Lin Feng family was no exception.

  At this moment, Lin Feng had no more sleepiness, what he most yearned for was to quickly recover his strength.

  Once strength is regained, one can shed the name of trash. Once strength is regained, no one will dare to look down on oneself and one's father!

  Flashy and agile, fists out like wind!

  The heaven and earth's primordial energy infused into his body, tempering it, making Lin Feng's strength grow stronger and stronger, his punches more powerful!

  Sweat was seeping out of his face, but Lin Feng's face was full of excitement and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter!

  Suddenly!

  "Roar!" Lin Feng let out a low shout and threw a punch!

  Fist wind shook, on the big tree in the courtyard, pieces of fallen leaves floated down.

  A faint tiger's roar echoed in the small courtyard!

  "Haha!" Lin Feng withdrew his fist, a hint of manic joy appearing on his small face.

  "Five Hundred Kilograms of Power! Tiger Fist Second Form!"

  "Now even against the former Wang Hu, I can easily win!"

  "That's all for today, let's take a rest first!" Lin Feng said with a happy smile.

  At this moment, he felt extremely tired.

  Practicing boxing is not a one-day effort, and practicing boxing at night also absorbs the heaven and earth's yuanqi at a slower speed than in the morning. At the time of sunrise, it is already the most abundant time for the heaven and earth's yuanqi within a day, which is also the reason why Lin Feng has always insisted on practicing boxing in the early morning.

  Back in the blacksmith's shop, Lin Feng returned to his father's room.

  The bowl of thick porridge was empty, but Lin Heng was still in a dream.

  Lin Feng put away the bowls and chopsticks, went to the kitchen to wash them clean, and only then returned to his own room.

  "How tired I am!" Lin Feng lay on the bed and soon fell asleep. On his tender little face, a hint of a smile still lingered.

  A tall figure appeared in Lin Feng's room, it was Lin Heng.

  "Has Feng'er... recovered?" Lin Heng looked at the young man sleeping, and a hint of joy also appeared on his cold face.

  ……

  In the early morning, the sun had already risen high and shone through the window onto Lin Feng's face.

  "Oh no! I overslept!" Lin Feng jumped out of bed, a hint of annoyance on his face.

  Missing the best time for morning exercise was something Lin Feng could not accept at all.

  "Huh?" Lin Feng suddenly froze.

  Inside the small ironwork shop, the sound of "ding-dong" "ding-dong" was echoing...

  Lin Feng walked into the shop and saw a tall figure standing by the stove, swinging a large hammer with one arm, shaping the iron block on the anvil.

  Lin Heng still looked somewhat dazed at this time, but he didn't seem as despondent as before. There was even a hint of radiance on his face.

  "Father!" Lin Feng said respectfully.

  "Maple, wake up?" Lin Heng turned his head around, with a warm smile, "Let's go eat!"

  Lin Feng looked at the corner of the room, where there was a large bowl of thick porridge, a plate of salted vegetables, and two snow-white steamed buns. The porridge and buns were both emitting hot steam.

  Lin Feng walked up to the table, looking at the food in front of him, with a hint of tears in his eyes.

  Is this the first time Dad has cooked for himself since Mom passed away?

  "Maple, eat quickly! The food will get cold if you don't!" Lin Heng said with a gentle smile, waving his large hammer.

  Lin Feng nodded silently, sat down, picked up a steamed bun and took a bite, then picked up several pieces of salted vegetables and put them in his mouth, chewing slowly.

  Although it's just ordinary steamed buns and pickled vegetables, they taste incredibly sweet!

  Lin Heng no longer spoke, but instead vigorously swung his large hammer, forging the ironware in front of him.

  Lin Feng finished his meal and took the bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash them clean. He then came back in front of Lin Heng.

  "Father, I can now absorb the heaven and earth's origin energy again! I've recovered! From now on, I'm no longer a useless piece of trash who can't practice martial arts!" Lin Feng clenched his fists and said loudly.

  "Uh-huh, I know." Lin Heng smiled warmly.

  "Dad, what's going on today..." was all Lin Feng could manage to say, being a boy who wasn't even fourteen years old yet.

  Father actually started working and even made breakfast for himself? Such a thing has never happened before!

  "Haha! I, Lin Heng's son, am destined to become a strong one! Feng'er, in another half year, you will leave home and venture out on your own! I just want you to know that your father is not old yet and still has the ability to take care of himself."

  "Maple, just focus on practicing your boxing! Don't worry about future living arrangements. Your old man isn't a complete waste, I can still provide for the two of us. If you want to go out and see the world in the future, feel free to do so without worrying about me being left unattended."

  Looking at his father's warm and smiling face, Lin Feng had already been moved to tears, but the tears never fell.

  ……

  Lin Feng left the blacksmith's shop and walked along the streets of Hei Shi Town, heading towards the outskirts. His handsome face was filled with a smile, looking extremely happy.

  Suddenly, a whiff of wine fragrance floated into Lin Feng's nostrils.

  Lin Feng's footsteps paused, and he turned around to walk into the only tavern in the small town.

  "Uncle Zhao, give me two jars of your best bamboo leaf green!"

  "Maple, it's you!" The tavern owner, a sturdy middle-aged man, looked at Lin Feng with a smile and said, "What a coincidence! I have two jars of 50-year-old bamboo leaf green tea here that I've been keeping for your father!" As he spoke, he picked up two large wine jars and placed them on the counter.

  "Take it away! The good wine here, if your father wants to drink, just come and take it, all free!" The man swung his big hand and laughed generously.

  "How can that be?" Lin Feng laughed and said, "My father would never take advantage of others!"

  "You kid! How can you take advantage of others like that?" Zhao Shu glared, "In the entire Black Stone Town, who didn't receive kindness from your father back in the day? Others may have forgotten, but I, Zhao Dahong, won't forget! The men of Black Stone Town aren't all heartless. Drinking a couple of good wines is nothing to brag about, do you want your father to drink that hard-to-swallow sweet potato wine instead?"

  "Exactly! Uncle Lin is a great hero! A great hero should drink the best wine, of course! The wine from our house, my father said long ago that Uncle Lin can drink as much as he wants, but you, Lin Feng, are being so polite!" Just then, the door curtain in the wine shop was lifted and a young girl in a green dress walked out, smiling at Lin Feng.

  The girl's dress was simple, but her eyes were extremely lively. When she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, looking indescribably lovely.

  The girl was Zhao Da Hong's daughter, Zhao Xue, half a year younger than Lin Feng, and was the only friend of Lin Feng among his peers in Heishi Town.

  Lin Feng's heart warmed slightly, and he smiled: "Uncle Zhao, Zhao Xue, thank you for your kind intentions on behalf of my father. However, I can still afford to pay for this wine." He then placed two gold coins on the counter.

  These gold coins were left in the internal space of Yudie by that little girl Ling'er. Lin Feng is not a hypocritical person, these money will be used temporarily and returned to that little girl later.

  "He's gone, Uncle Zhao!" Lin Feng didn't wait for Zhao Da Hong to react, grabbed a wine jar with one hand and strode out of the tavern.

  "Lin Feng brother, when are you going to take me to Heishui City for fun? You haven't accompanied me for a long time!" Zhao Xue chased out and laughed.

  "See you later!" Lin Feng replied without turning his head back. He treasured his time now and didn't have the mood to accompany this former playmate to have fun together.

  "Oh!" Zhao Xue pouted and walked away in disappointment.

  "I used to only be able to give my father a drink of poor quality wine, but now it's time for him to have two jars of good wine!" Lin Feng thought to himself as he carried the two jars of wine towards his home.

  "Lin Feng, stop right there!" A voice full of resentment and venom suddenly rang out from behind him...

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