6: Black intelligence and infiltration

As night fell, Qin Feng packed his things and prepared to leave the city under the cover of darkness to head for the Mountain God Temple in the north to claim that Golden Opportunity. Just as he was about to step out the door, he had a sudden realization—the zi hour had arrived, and today's intelligence had not yet refreshed.

With a thought, the System interface quietly unfolded.

【Would you like to refresh today's intelligence?】

“Refresh.” Out of caution, he decided to take a look.

Three pieces of intelligence emerged, glowing with different colors, but the content made Qin Feng's scalp tingle instantly as a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back!

【(White) The north gate night watchmen, Zhang Laosan and Li Laoosi, are on duty tonight. If they see you leaving the city alone in the middle of the night, they will become suspicious and extort at least two silver coins from you under the guise of an inspection. If you accidentally reveal wealth (such as gold coins), they are highly likely to target you and find a later Opportunity to murder you for your property.】

【(White) Although the outskirts of the abandoned mountain temple in the north have been deserted for nearly ten years, in the early years, "Yin Demon Cult" Disciples frequently operated there searching for something. Although they have given up in recent years, peripheral personnel still occasionally go to investigate out of habit.】

【(Black) If the Host heads to the northern mountain temple after the zi hour tonight, there is a more than ninety percent probability of encountering a Yin Demon Cult lookout Disciple still lingering nearby. The opponent's strength is at the Early Stage of the Martial Artist Realm, and they are ruthless, killing any stranger who approaches the temple without mercy. Given the Host's current state, the mortality rate is: Extremely High.】

“Hiss—!”

Qin Feng sucked in a breath of cold air and abruptly pulled back his foot that was about to cross the threshold. He quickly closed and bolted the door, leaning against the cold wooden door with his heart pounding wildly.

Black intelligence! It concerned a life-threatening danger!

A Yin Demon Cult lookout Disciple! Early Stage Martial Artist Realm! Kill without mercy!

A wave of lingering fear washed over his entire body like ice water. If he hadn't refreshed the intelligence on a whim before leaving, he would probably be on the road to the Yellow Springs by now! That Golden Legend Opportunity was indeed not so easy to obtain; such a fatal trap was actually guarding it!

“The Jianghu is treacherous, and the hearts of men are unpredictable... This world is even more terrifying than a fire.” Qin Feng muttered to himself. The dangers of a fire were visible, but the dangers here were hidden behind a fog, making them impossible to guard against. He completely set aside the slight contempt and impatience he had felt due to obtaining the System.

The small golden sword was right there; it wasn't going anywhere. But he only had one life.

He could only take the long view and find another way.

He suppressed the agitation in his heart and the trace of desire for the Opportunity, forcing himself to calm down. Going out now was just seeking death; he had to endure.

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Qin Feng woke up. After a night of rest and the continuous effects of the medicine, he felt his physical condition was even better. Recalling the bottle of qi and blood pills he got from the Mass Grave, he hesitated for a moment before taking it out.

“Low-grade qi and blood pills, the medicinal properties shouldn't be too violent. My injuries have mostly recovered, so let's try it.” He poured out a dark red pill, and a medicinal fragrance with a hint of blood hit his nose. Steeling his heart, he placed the pill in his mouth and swallowed it with water.

Shortly after the pill entered his stomach, a gentle yet continuous warm current rose from his Dantian, slowly flowing toward his limbs and bones. The places that still had some dull pain and weakness after just recovering from his injuries felt as if they had met sweet rain after a long drought under the nourishment of this warm current, bringing an indescribable comfort. He could clearly feel that the recovery speed of his internal injuries seemed to have accelerated slightly, and even his spirit had become much more vigorous.

“Good stuff!” Qin Feng's eyes lit up. This qi and blood pill indeed had miraculous effects for healing and supplementing Qi and blood. He didn't dare to eat too many, deciding to take one every two or three days to slowly nurse himself back to health.

With his injuries gradually healing and the assistance of the pills, Qin Feng's restless heart, belonging to a former firefighter, became active again. A strong physique was the foundation of survival; since he couldn't go get the Opportunity for the time being, he would first temper himself!

He recalled the physical training from his previous life. In this simple rental room and small courtyard, he began to set a plan for himself.

Squats, push-ups, sit-ups, shuttle runs... Without equipment, he used his body weight, water vats, and stones instead. Every time he reached exhaustion, every time his muscles ached, it made him feel a tangible sense of becoming stronger. Although the foundation of this sixteen-year-old body was weak, its plasticity was extremely high, and with the assistance of the qi and blood pills, the speed of progress was visible to the naked eye.

When the training ended, he was dripping with sweat and his muscles were trembling slightly, yet there was a hearty sense of fulfillment. He drew well water and gave his body a simple rinse with a water vat. The bone-chilling well water splashed against his skin, making his spirit jolt with refreshment.

Looking at the reflection in the water of a face that was still youthful but had determined eyes, Qin Feng let out a long breath of turbid air.

The small golden sword, the Yin Demon Cult, Martial Artists, Medicine King Valley, Hundred Flowers Palace... This world was bizarre and filled with dangers, but it was also full of opportunities. He couldn't rush; one wrong step would be an abyss.

“Anyway, there's no rush, the Opportunity is still there.” He comforted himself, “Today, I should be able to refresh yellow intelligence, right?”

Counting the days, today was exactly the seventh day since his Soul transmigrated into this body. According to the System rules, a piece of yellow-grade or higher intelligence must be refreshed every seven days.

This couldn't help but make some expectations grow in his heart. White intelligence was mostly trivial; yellow intelligence should surely have some substantial use, right? A martial arts Secret Manual? A new way to make money? Or... a hint on how to safely obtain the Golden Opportunity?

He looked up at the sky; there was still a long time until the midnight zi hour.

“Sigh,” he sighed softly, putting the training stones back in place, “I really hope these days can be a bit more peaceful.”

However, he also knew that from the moment he arrived in this world and obtained this System, peace might just be a luxury. All he could do was desperately accumulate strength in the gaps between storms, waiting for the arrival of the next chance.