There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 642 - 242: Three-in-One Primordial Qi! (Part 4)

"But not like these people today."

Zhang Feng said, amidst the thief's puzzled gaze, and asked again, "Do you know the people of the Qingling Sect?"

"Qingling Sect?!" The thief, upon hearing this, trembled, and hurriedly said, "Senior! The person I offended before is precisely the Qingling Sect!

Could it be... have you discovered their traces in this city?"

The thief said, looking as if he was ready to run away at any moment.

Moreover, he heard exclamations and the sound of horses galloping from afar, seeing soldiers rushing towards them in groups.

Zhang Feng saw this and shook his head, "Too late, the people have arrived."

"Too late..." The thief hadn't finished speaking.

Whoosh—

Several experts leapt off their horses in the distance, then along the shops of the wide street, they ran across the eaves for dozens of steps, forming a siege around Zhang Feng and the thief.

"The government is handling this!"

The general, at this time, also rode his tall horse, arriving ten zhang from Zhang Feng and the thief.

Whoosh—

The soldiers spread out on horseback, attempting to partially surround the street wide enough to accommodate twenty horse-drawn carriages abreast.

At the same time, they did not obstruct the civilians fleeing the encirclement in the slightest.

However, after escaping the encirclement, the civilians stopped to watch.

Including the nearby restaurants and tall buildings, many peered out.

"Sun Kan!"

The general ignored these gazes and looked directly at the trembling thief,

"Master Wu of the Qingling Sect orders you to accompany this general for a trip."

Master, a respectful title for a Golden Core cultivator.

And this Master Wu was the Qingling Sect's supreme elder, having made a Minor Achievement in the Golden Core stage, living for three hundred seventy years, a renowned figure in the cultivation world.

Additionally, numerous legends have spread about him among commonfolk, becoming tales of gods and ghosts among them.

One could even say that generations of people grew up listening to stories about Master Wu!

"Indeed, it is the Qingling Sect..."

Especially after hearing the name 'Master Wu,' the thief's mind was buzzing, his legs grew even weaker, as if he were a drunkard unable to stand steadily.

"An immortal is actually in the city..." Hundreds of onlookers, hearing of Master Wu's presence, watched with fervent eyes.

They thought seeing a 'Demi Immortal' today would be a blessing cultivated over several lifetimes.

As for a True Immortal-like 'Nascent Soul True Man,' they didn't dare to imagine it.

Watching the thief pitifully glance at him, Zhang Feng found it amusing.

Especially since he did have questions to ask, and he noticed those four cultivators had high Evil Values.

Zhang Feng didn't overthink it and directly addressed the general, who had a decent Good Value, "General, please lead the way."

As he finished speaking.

The general did not respond to Zhang Feng but looked warily at the thief, ready to have someone seize him.

This was because Zhang Feng's stature was, compared to the height of people in this world, a bit short at about 1.72 meters.

On top of that, he appeared older; these people truly did not take the hunchbacked, stooped 'short Zhang Feng' seriously.

They were more concerned with capturing Sun the Thief.

Sun the Thief's constitution was higher than any of them.

Additionally, the general was holding a precious 'Suppressing Spirit Talisman,' given by four immortals, saying, 'If you can't catch him, use the talisman.'

However, the general didn't want to waste it, thinking it would be better for future monster captures in the city.

After all, the people of the cultivation world do not meet with them daily.

Yet occasionally, monsters cause havoc, harming the people of the city.

This is difficult to prevent; even with a city within a city, it cannot necessarily guard against high-flying monsters.

And even if they're found, they might not be caught.

But with a precious talisman, as long as the monster's location is discovered, it can be swiftly subdued.

This general places great importance on the talisman.

"Senior..." The thief grew more frightened as the people around closed in.

Of course, he wasn't afraid of these people but of Master Wu, unknown to be lurking where.

Meanwhile, Zhang Feng, seeing that the general remained silent, in light of the fact that he seemed to be a good person, chose not to act, but instead raised his voice again:

"May I ask the general, where are the young friends of the Qingling Sect?

I, Zhang Feng, wish to ask them something.

Kindly inform them and see if they are willing to meet?

I will wait for them here."

Zhang Feng felt he was already being very courteous, as they had previously invited him and the thief.

However, while Zhang Feng felt courteous, to the general and the surrounding civilians, it seemed deeply disrespectful to the Master!

In that moment, before they could utter a word.

With Zhang Feng's words, four furious Daoists flew over from a distance, bringing forth fierce winds.

Although they were still several li away, their angry voices echoed loudly.

"Insolence!"

"Who is this old coot?! Dares to call the poor Daoist a young friend?!"

"Collaborating with a thief! Not only does he not prove his innocence, but speaks so recklessly? Truly outrageous!"

Their voices resonated, echoing for several li.

"The immortals are coming!"

"It's Daoist Wu of the Qingling Immortal Sect! Master Wu!"

Their voices also aroused exclamations from the surrounding people and soldiers, who collectively turned their gaze towards the direction of the voices, eager to glimpse the 'immortal visage' of Master Wu!

Yet, many also cast their eyes on Zhang Feng, sensing the old man might not be able to fend for himself.

"That old man is done for~"

"In my view, the old man presumed Daoist Wu was absent, so he dared to bluster, thinking the general would be restrained, allowing them to leave?

Ludicrous, ludicrous!"

Amid the crowd's chatter, they all knew that Zhang Feng wouldn't last long.

Meanwhile, in the elegant pavilions of the adjacent tall buildings, many literati, upon seeing a few immortals travel, also shook their heads with light sighs.

"Daring to be disrespectful to 'Master Wu'? Speaking nonsense, is this person insane?"

"What Brother Jing says is very true."

"Indeed, indeed~"

At this moment, everyone was watching, wanting to see how the old man would wrap up his wild talk.

And as Zhang Feng saw the four hurriedly approaching, reminiscent of the thief from before, under the familiar gazes of everyone and the thief, he extended his finger towards the four in the sky,

"Kneel."

Swoosh—

With a single word, the next moment, amid everyone's wide-eyed astonishment, the four infuriated immortals seemed to be seized by some giant hand, and were thusly forced to kneel before Zhang Feng.

Then, after everyone and the four cultivators snapped out of their daze.

The four cultivators, worthy of being cultivators and seasoned veterans of the cultivation realm.

They quickly realized that they were no match for Zhang Feng, and, like the thief before, they promptly kowtowed,

"Spare us, Senior!"

"We juniors have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai... unaware that a Nascent Soul True Man was before us..."

"We juniors acknowledge our errors... hope the senior, in his magnanimity, will spare us..."

Even before anyone else could react, the four, with utter decisiveness, pleaded for mercy, abandoning all sense of face.

But this scene also brought everyone to their senses, and subsequently, under the thief's shocked gaze, everyone successively, as if worshipping, respectfully saluted Zhang Feng.

"True Man above, I am but a commoner..."

"This humble general..."

"We have glimpsed the True Man..."

The clattering, as the sound gradually became orderly, echoed as everyone on the entire street successively bowed.