"President Zhao Dai! Are you daring to openly defy the rules of the Six-tailed Society?"
Zhao Jie's grey pupils lifted slightly, "My rules are the rules."
Buzz—With his indifferent voice, Xia Feng distinctly felt the gravity around them intensify, and the ground beneath their feet subtly cracked.
Zhao Jie's martial arts clothes fluttered in the wind.
The man with his hair pulled back, however, stood firmly using his dragon-headed cane, dressed impeccably in a suit.
Under the Blood Moon, the two middle-aged men coldly faced each other; Zhao Jie sneered, "Wei Shutong, now I'm the president, step aside!!"
Saying so, he directly moved forward to push past Wei Shutong.
But at that moment, nearly a hundred black spots appeared in the air around them, rippling faintly. Xia Feng blinked, and saw these black spots expand into various models of futuristic firearms, densely arrayed all around, their dark barrels uniformly pointed at Zhao Jie who had stepped forward.
Zhao Jie's expression briefly froze.
The man in the suit calmly raised his dragon-headed cane, which mechanically unfolded into a dark-colored shotgun, its barrel pressed against Zhao Jie's forehead.
"This, this is what you call rules," Wei Shutong said indifferently.
Xia Feng stood behind, his dark pupils unwittingly widening, hissing, "He actually got tricked!"
Zhao Jie's eyes twitched slightly, and his terrifyingly released spiritual pressure suddenly withdrew, he grinned awkwardly and laughed, "Haha~ Old Wei, I was just joking, why so serious?"
He carefully moved the barrel away from his forehead with his forefinger, "Put it away, put it away, it's no good to unseal spiritual energy all the time, let's not scare the kids."
Wei Shutong, expressionless, continued to press the gun barrel against Zhao Jie's forehead, lifting his chin slightly, "Hmm?"
"..." Zhao Jie took a deep breath, gave an awkward laugh, and said, "Alright, alright, I'll abide by the rules of the Six-tailed Society, I won't retaliate against the younger generation."
But Wei Shutong did not lower his gun, pressing the barrel harder against Zhao Jie's forehead, "Hmm??"
Not this, what more do you want me to say? Zhao Jie's eyes twitched, suddenly remembering something, "Ah right, and about the one million bet, don't worry Old Wei, a bet's a bet, I'll transfer it to your account in a bit!" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel·fire.net
The array of firearms in all directions instantly retracted into specks and vanished.
Wei Shutong also lowered his shotgun, folding it back into a dragon-headed cane, and calmly walked towards the city wall's passageway, leaving behind a chillingly cold back for Zhao Jie.
Hiss—tricked again, Xia Feng glanced at Zhao Jie's stiff smile and quickly followed, slipping away…
"This is your foolproof plan?"
Panda withdrew his overseeing gaze, turned back, and coldly stared at the tall, thin man, "Knight Yan, this, this is your foolproof plan!!"
Yan Xujia frowned deeply, staring fixedly at Xia Feng's disappearing figure below the city wall, his expression ugly, "Maybe the assassin made a mistake and didn't find him."
"You said this assassin was error-free, even has assassinated a Third Rank Spirit Master!"
"Enough! Yan Xujia, you better pray Xia Feng doesn't realize it was the Black Moon Church's doing, otherwise, once he reports the assassination attempt to the master, neither of us will escape unscathed!"
Panda's expression darkened, "Also, don't send anyone to assassinate him again, understand!"
"..." The two looked at each other briefly, Yan Xujia clenched his fists, his eyelids drooping slightly, "Alright, alright, got it."
Mu Qingtong stood at the entrance of the city wall's stone stairs, her gaze intently following Xia Feng's departing figure. She had initially planned to go home and return after a couple of days to see the outcome, but unexpectedly this junior had managed to break out so swiftly!
And it seemed he only sustained minor injuries.
Now there were only two possibilities, either the assassin didn't find Xia Feng and he had run away by chance, or the assassin had been counter-killed by Xia Feng.
Mu Qingtong believed more in the latter possibility.
If it was indeed the latter, this junior might be harboring some astonishing secrets.
She curled her lips, "Xia Feng, you're more interesting than I thought."
Xia Feng shivered and glanced back at the rear of the car; under the night sky, the bustling cityscape rapidly receded. There seemed to be nothing unusual.
But he couldn't shake off a feeling of being stalked by a venomous snake.
"According to society rules, peers can compete without inhibitions, but seniors should never oppress juniors for any reason. Moreover, even a mentor should not probe into a disciple's secret skills, so rest assured, I won't ask what happened in the Evil Dragon Forest."
Wei Shutong spoke earnestly, "But if you're willing to tell me, I'm also willing to listen."
"Oh, I'm not willing."
He was indeed, truly, very curious about how Xia Feng managed to defeat Qi Xiao.
After all, Qi Xiao was proficient in the "One-tail Spiritual Clothes," which could completely overpower Xia Feng unless Xia Feng could also learn the "One-tail Spiritual Clothes"... But was that possible?
He couldn't help but look skeptically at the boy who was casually leaning back in the car seat. He hadn't noticed before, but how could this boy seem so mysteriously unfathomable?
"Forget it... Seeing that you gave me such a huge surprise today, I won't ask anymore."
Wei Shutong ultimately stuck to his principles, curbed his curiosity, and changed the subject, "Do you know why Zhao Jie suddenly got angry just now?"
Xia Feng smiled slightly, "Of course I know. Getting angry at me was just a pretext, after all, he wouldn't care so much about Qi Xiao. His real purpose was actually to test your strength, Wei."
"..." Just you being smart, Xia Feng rolled his eyes.
The back-headed man in the suit took out a bottle of very expensive-looking red wine from the car's wine cabinet and looked up, "Kid, want a drink?"
"Do you have soy milk?" Xia Feng blinked, "I like drinking soy milk, sweet ones."
Wei Shutong no longer paid attention to him but instead swirled his wine glass, bowing his head and taking in the fragrant aroma.
"Prince has made his stance clear, whoever among me and Zhao Jie first advances to Superior Rank will truly take control of the Six-tailed Society. Today, it seems Zhao Jie is getting anxious."
In the Spirit Master Realm, Fourth Rank and Fifth Rank are collectively referred to as Superior Rank, with ranks above Fifth Rank counted as Venerable.
There's only one Venerable in Zone 51, that's the Pope under Black Moon Church.
"From the Spiritual Pressure just now, it seems you haven't advanced to Superior Rank yet, have you?"
Xia Feng asked curiously, "Both being Third Rank, and with Zhao Jie being the acting leader as well, why would he be afraid of you?"
Talking about this, Wei Shutong's stern face suddenly broke into a smile: "Naturally, it's because I can perform Spiritual Unsealing, and Zhao Jie can't."
"Spiritual Unsealing? Were those firearms from Spiritual Unsealing just now?" Xia Feng was somewhat curious.
"Correct." Mentioning Spiritual Unsealing, this elite-looking serious middle-aged uncle unexpectedly grew excited, and he said solemnly, "Spiritual Artifact — 'King's Armory,' has the ability to conjure up firearms through conceptual imagination, even able to create various sci-fi guns from the near future."
"How about that? Kid, isn't this ability cool?" he asked seriously, staring at Xia Feng.
"Ah?" Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, looking up to meet the middle-aged man's glowing eyes.
Xia Feng pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Indeed, it's pretty cool."
The back-headed man seemed satisfied, the corners of his lips unconsciously curling up. But noticing Xia Feng's gaze, he quickly straightened his lips, and his expression turned serious and indifferent again:
"Not bad, you've got some taste after all."
Got it, so this serious and stern-looking middle aged man hides a cool, youthful heart beneath. Xia Feng gained a whole new understanding of this make-shift adoptive father.
Saying so, Wei Shutong tossed two items over.
A piece of golden Spirit Paper that recorded the structure of Six-tailed Spiritual Particles and a thumb-sized golden flower.
"This is the 'Six-tailed Flame,' an auxiliary for cultivating the Six-tails. It only blooms once every three years, thus the Six-tailed Society competes every three years. Survival of the fittest. Since you got ahead this year and took the lead, this is your reward."
Xia Feng took the small flower, curiously sniffed it, and his expression suddenly changed.
He looked up in puzzlement, "The scent of this flower... why does it smell so much like the Wisdom Fruit?"
"That's natural since it's irrigated with a lot of Wisdom Fruit juice."
The man took a sip of wine, leisurely saying, "So, it also has a strong effect in resisting the erosion of Evil Power, it's a good thing, you better consume it as soon as possible."
Consume it as soon as possible? More like poisoning sooner!
Xia Feng helplessly held his forehead, but... small issues, all small issues.
After all, he hadn't planned on using it anyway.
Now, the improvement of Spiritual Pressure and the learning of Spiritual Clothes could rely on Mu Qingtong, and for him, he just needed to let her take the initiative!
The only thing he needed to worry about was the Spiritual Artifact!
"I wonder what abilities my Spiritual Artifact will have?" Xia Feng looked forward to it secretly.
But speaking of which, had Mu Qingtong awakened her Spiritual Artifact at this point?
He remembered that in the anime prologue, Mu Qingtong's Spiritual Energy unsealing effect was briefly mentioned as being related to hypnosis.
Thinking of hypnosis, Xia Feng felt it was terrifying; based on his vast experience in watching shows, any ability related to hypnosis was very overpowered.
And those who possessed the power of hypnosis... were even more overpowered!