There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 635 - 240: I Am Zhang Feng! (Part 4)

Perhaps I might even find some treasures of heaven and earth.

The current state of Foundation Establishment Perfection also filled Zhang Feng with confidence.

Then.

He packed up his belongings and left the house.

Zhang Feng didn't go to Qianlin Hall anymore.

During the previous days stationed at the medicine hall, Zhang Feng had left some medical insights, enough to repay the favor of the ginseng.

"Old man, up so early?"

At the same time, the bandit saw Zhang Feng coming out with a backpack and, after asking, curiously said, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Feng didn't respond to him but instead used the amplification of rule computation power to spread his Spiritual Sense over a mile.

The next second, within a square mile, everyone's fortune and morality were revealed.

But there was no trace of the two thieves from last night.

Could it be they saw how poor we are and decided not to act?

Zhang Feng felt this logic made sense.

After all, killing in the city does carry some risk.

It's not worth it for two paupers.

"Old man?" Seeing Zhang Feng not paying attention to him, the bandit called out again.

"Oh." Zhang Feng then looked at him and, since he had reached Foundation Establishment, spoke frankly:

"What I mentioned about a friend indeed refers to this friend."

As Zhang Feng spoke, under his puzzled gaze, he scanned the surroundings again, "But my friend doesn't know I'm in this city, and we have no agreement."

"You..." The bandit was stunned upon hearing this, but under Zhang Feng's long-term coaxing and his own involvement, he still laughed in disbelief, saying:

"Old man... don't make fun of me."

As he said this, he played the emotional card with Zhang Feng, "I've served you for many days and spent quite a bit of silver tael on you, now you're saying this, it's..."

"I'm indeed making fun of you." Zhang Feng did not like to string people along and straightforwardly said, "But if you have nothing to do and want to go with me to find the Profound Cloud Sect, perhaps I can take you along."

Zhang Feng wanted to keep a test subject and did not want to find a new one.

"What? Are you really making fun of me?" The bandit felt his head buzzing, anger starting to form, "And... and you want me to go with you to search for the elusive Profound Cloud Sect?

You intend to... continue to use me?"

"Precisely." Zhang Feng spoke frankly, "What is your decision?"

"My... my decision?" The bandit pointed at himself, then at Zhang Feng, "You still ask... you dare to ask me... my decision?"

He was now so angry that his words were incoherent, with a sense of hysteria.

But Zhang Feng simply looked at him calmly, with a good mindset polished by centuries of cultivating the heart.

Confronting Zhang Feng's silent force.

For a moment, the bandit had no more expectations.

At the same time, he couldn't suppress his anger any longer, and coupled with the grievance accumulated over the days, finally manifested into the fiercest strike he'd ever made in his life, directly aiming at Zhang Feng's head three meters away!

"Old thing, die~!"

He shouted out as he attacked, the long-standing resentment causing the neighbors and passersby outside the courtyard to glance over, curious about what was happening inside.

What on earth could make someone so angry? His voice was so strained it was distorted.

And as Zhang Feng faced the approaching attack, he casually uttered a word,

"Kneel."

The next second, the bandit in his fiery strike felt the emergence of an immense power surrounding his body.

Thud—

In an instant, without any ability to resist, he was pressed onto the ground by this immense force, his knees dropping before Zhang Feng.

This bizarre scene instantly dissipated his anger, leaving his eyes momentarily dazed.

Until a few seconds later.

He even, while kneeling, raised his hands high to perform a grand kowtow.

"I know my wrongs... I beg for the senior's mercy..."

He said, weeping bitterly, never expecting that a man who was on the brink of death a few days ago might overnight become at least a Foundation Establishment stage terrifying cultivator?

This was a complete joke, making him even wonder if he was dreaming, still asleep in bed.

But faced with the real cold touch between his forehead and the ground.

He knew it was real.

'I must be mad to accidentally attempt to rob a Foundation Establishment cultivator...'

The bandit was so frightened, his mind went blank, now just continuously kowtowing.

At the same time, seeing his plea for mercy, Zhang Feng suddenly thought of the three realms in the cultivation world: 'ant, fellow daoist, senior'. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The corresponding titles being, 'ant prepares to die, fellow daoist holds back, senior spares life'.

Now, through days of hard cultivation, he had finally earned the title of senior.

"Keeping you alive might have its uses."

Zhang Feng glanced at him and tossed the bundle in his hand to him, "Follow me, and let's see if there's a place for me in the vast rivers and mountains of the world."