Rebirth starts with many children and good fortune

Several carriages were rented to bring the wounded and the ashes of the deceased back to Qingxi County.

Among them, six were seriously injured, and the remains of over twenty people were cremated. Everyone traveling together felt a sense of melancholy.

The rules and regulations of the Hongmen were personally overseen by Cheng Feng. The high standards for compensation for injuries and deaths prevented him from feeling too much sadness.

In his view, this was the Hongmen's respect and responsibility towards each member, and one of the important reasons why they would be able to stand tall in the future.

Cheng Feng clearly separated work and life. Although he felt regret for the losses of the Sword Hall, he had more respect for the deceased and responsibility for the living.

The Hongmen's strictness and fairness internally were what attracted and retained true strong individuals. Those who were greedy for life and afraid of death had no place in the Hongmen.

Just a few tasks were enough to reveal a person's inner nature.

This world was inherently cruel; only the strong could survive, and the Hongmen only provided a stage for the strong.

Recalling his past experiences, Cheng Feng couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions.

From risking his life to sell smuggled salt to now occupying a place in the Hongmen, he had experienced too much hardship and challenge. But he had never regretted his choice.

"Does the dragon slayer eventually become a dragon?" Cheng Feng muttered to himself, but shook his head. He was fundamentally different from those black-hearted bosses.

At least he was still kind. When he became strong, he would take care of the weak, rather than wielding a sickle against them.

"I don't regret it," Cheng Feng said firmly in his heart. He knew that the road ahead was still long, and the challenges would only increase. But he was prepared. Whether the future brought wind and rain or sunshine, he would move forward bravely until he reached his goal.

No one knew the fear he felt when facing the huge black snake in the water behind him. His only option at the time was to swim with all his might.

Fortunately, the result was good. He saved his life and got the silver.

Later, he was afraid, but gradually it became just that.

Everything was as he thought. It was enough for him and the people around him to live better.

Seeing the groans of pain from the wounded in the carriage, Cheng Feng did not hesitate. He directly took out the herbs he had purchased earlier from his personal package.

He skillfully crushed the herbs, then mixed them with clear water, and fed them to the wounded one by one.

This scene stunned the Sword Hall disciples around him, and they all cast surprised glances.

In their impression, the former master of the Hongmen, or any high-level figure, was usually a lofty existence.

They were more likely to strategize and formulate strategies, and rarely personally handled these trivial matters.

Therefore, when Cheng Feng showed off this medical skill, the disciples were all surprised and admired.

"So, the master can do this?" A disciple couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, his tone full of surprise.

"Yes, I really didn't expect that the master is not only strong, but also proficient in medicine," another disciple echoed, his eyes shining.

Cheng Feng turned a deaf ear to these discussions. He focused on taking care of the wounded, ensuring that everyone received timely treatment.

He felt that the strength of an organization was not only reflected in its military power, but also in its care and concern for its members. Only in this way could members feel the warmth and strength of the organization, and thus be more loyal and work harder for the organization.

When all the wounded had been properly settled, Cheng Feng stood up and patted the dust off his hands. He looked around at the disciples, his eyes revealing an unspeakable majesty.

"We, the people of the Hongmen, will support each other and advance and retreat together, no matter where we are," Cheng Feng said in a deep voice. "Today I can do these things for you, and tomorrow you must also put in the same effort for each other and for the Hongmen."

After briefly motivating the Sword Hall disciples, Cheng Feng sat back on his horse, recalling the contents of the Silk Weaving Skill he had read.

The herbs needed for the Silk Weaving Skill were all available in the Prefecture City. They were expensive, but Cheng Feng could afford them. For Xu Miao and Zhao Wei at home, and Wei Zhuang far away in Blackwood Prefecture City,

Cheng Feng directly spent eighty thousand taels and bought ten carts of medicinal materials, eight thousand taels per cart.

Of course, these medicinal materials were all stored by Cheng Feng in his space ring.

This also made Cheng Feng's space ring almost full.

Cheng Feng silently estimated in his heart that he believed the three of them should be able to go further. Eldest Sister and Xu Miao had both initially completed their tendon and bone training, while he himself was about to reach completion.

All of this was thanks to the medicinal effects of the Blood Bodhi. Without it, he would not have been able to achieve such speed.

On the contrary, the two women, with their extremely strong aptitude for their bones, could rely on resources to greatly improve.

After witnessing the powerful combat power of the organ-refining martial artists in the Prefecture City, Cheng Feng knew that it would be dangerous for the Hongmen to directly enter the Prefecture City now.

So he decided to use money to solve the problem. Anyway, the one hundred and ten thousand taels of silver were not his own, so he might as well use them all to buy medicinal materials to improve the strength of himself and his family.

As time passed, Qingxi County became closer and closer, and Cheng Feng felt a sense of apprehension about returning home. It must be said that these two years of life were more exciting than the twenty years of his previous life.

In order to pursue greater strength and wealth, Cheng Feng had changed from a person who felt uncomfortable seeing blood to a ruthless character who could kill without blinking an eye.

He had also gradually adapted to the environment of the Great Zhou, moving forward unscrupulously, and life seemed to be getting smoother.

Cheng Feng first returned to the Hongmen to check on his team. The strength of Wang Hu, Sun Gui, Zhou Hai, and Li Yang had all reached the late stage of skin refining.

The eldest brother's cultivation was in the early stage of skin refining, and the third brother's realm was in the middle stage of skin refining, but both of them had been injected with super serum, and their strength and endurance far exceeded ordinary people.

These were also the two trump cards that Cheng Feng had prepared for the Hongmen. In the territory of Qingxi County, skin refining was already considered a good hand.

Cheng Feng also signaled Wang Hu to send two more people to see blood and cultivate their temperament.

The Silk Weaving Skill medicinal materials in the car were temporarily not for the two of them, but there was also Wu Feng among the Hongmen's offerings. This bone-refining early stage offering was also replaced with a Earth Gate badge.

Eight Hundred and Cheng Yi temporarily did not have suitable metals for them to upgrade. From preparing to let the two of them slowly retire from the Hongmen's offerings,

If their strength was not enough, it was best to stay in Cheng Feng's space ring, which would allow Cheng Feng to take them out and use them at any time, and also to train the servants in Cheng's residence well.

Those who had aptitude and were old enough, Cheng Feng would also slowly transfer to the Hongmen to become his eyes and tentacles.

Cheng Feng needed to control the high-level, and Cheng Feng also did not want to let go of some good seedlings among the grassroots disciples.

The current Hongmen was not short of silver, but short of disciples who could fight and kill.

Martial arts required talent, but if they were ruthless and could survive in multiple battles, Cheng Feng would naturally not let this kind of combat talent be exhausted in gang infighting.

Experienced combat power could also form the basic strength of the Hongmen!