"Don’t babble just yet." The middle-aged man, an old hand in the world, didn’t back the thief up after hearing his words but instead scrutinized Zhang Feng, who was also looking over.
At first glance, he thought Zhang Feng was just some burly old man.
Besides, he didn’t really think Zhang Feng looked like a cop or anything.
But just in case, and because he truly didn’t want to get into a scuffle that would draw the cops over later.
So, he put on what he considered his most amiable demeanor and said to Zhang Feng, "Sir, is there some misunderstanding here? Or did my brother inadvertently offend you somehow? Let me apologize on his behalf."
He wanted to turn conflict into harmony.
At least on the crowded bus, that’s what he had in mind.
Once they got off, they could talk further.
"It’s a misunderstanding."
Zhang Feng seeing his accomplice also come over, suddenly stood up amicably, placing a hand on the thief and the middle-aged man.
Both remained motionless, but their eyes darted around in a panic, and their expressions were extraordinarily terrified.
Zhang Feng guided them to sit down, with a hand on each of them.
Under Zhang Feng’s resonant control, they obediently and naturally sat down.
But from the outside perspective, the two had frightened and unsettled expressions on their faces, as if they had seen something horrifying.
Yet in the next second, under Zhang Feng’s resonance, they regained their smiles and laughed without genuine sentiment, saying:
"We misunderstood you, sir."
"Yes, yes, we misunderstood."
They said that with tears almost in their eyes.
But like the museum curator back then, they couldn’t cry.
"Turns out everything’s fine..." The ticket collector and others seeing no incident happening here, stopped paying attention.
But actually, the two desperately wished people would take a few more glances at them, notice the oddity about them, and call the police preferrably.
Meanwhile, Zhang Feng sat between them, one hand on each shoulder, thinking that Spiritual Thought was pretty interesting.
’Compared to before, I could only control one person.
Now Spiritual Thought has split, allowing me to control two people separately and make them speak simultaneously.
The finesse of control is slightly lacking, otherwise people wouldn’t see their fearful expressions.’ For original chapters go to novel⸺fire.net
The bus made a stop at the edge of a town, a mid-way halt.
Zhang Feng and the two got off, already released from his hold.
But they were still terrified, not daring to run or shout after getting off.
"Let’s talk." Zhang Feng inquired, "You mentioned having a car, where is it?"
On the way, Zhang Feng inquired a bit, learning there was an expert in the province.
Then let them drive him to meet him.
"The car’s in the town..."
The two dared not say much and led the way straight.
They arrived at a residential area.
The two got into a regular car; their home was right there.
Afterward, they got in the car and refueled nearby.
Zhang Feng sat in the back seat, ignoring the thief driving, focusing on the middle-aged man who dared not move haphazardly:
"On the bus, with many eyes around, I didn’t want to ask much.
Now let’s chat, what’s the name of the expert in this province?"
"I only know his last name is Li, passed down from Baji Fist." The middle-aged man quickly said, "He runs a martial arts school in the suburbs of Lin City in the province.
It’s just one of those small buildings in the suburbs, surrounded by a courtyard."
"I know that style." Zhang Feng listened, feeling familiar, because his own mentor and some Sect Leaders in the Huajin world all like to do this.
Zhang Feng cared more about the strength issues, "How much do you know about him?"
This middle-aged man was trained, no less than those experts.
Such people could truly be considered martial arts types.
And they’re also thieves who wander around.
Asking them for information was sure to be correct.
Sure enough, he soon answered:
"Sect Leader Li is a Dan Jin expert, with a strength of two thousand pounds!
Moreover, he is one of the top three experts in the world!"
’Two thousand pounds.’ Zhang Feng did a quick conversion, roughly equating to a Constitution of 100.
If it’s solely about reaching this level through Huajin, then the prescriptions and training methods of this world are indeed highly effective.
The martial arts among them are simple to copy, as I now have six Spiritual Thoughts, plus analogy, and with Huajin existing in this world, learning would be quick.
I’ve studied for so long over the past seven years and have a deep foundation, not difficult.
The foundational knowledge is sufficient, and definitely the remaining time can cover learning everything with probably extra time remaining.
Zhang Feng quickly relaxed and asked the middle-aged man again, "Who is number one?"
Zhang Feng wanted to know who held the first place.
If possible, try training with him.
"Number one?" The middle-aged man paused a moment, then uncertainly said, "Seems like a Daoist?"
"Lingshan Immortal?" Zhang Feng blurted out.
"I don’t know..." The middle-aged man shook his head, "I’ve really only heard about it, don’t know the name."
"Then tell me what you’ve heard." Zhang Feng leaned back in the seat, "Share everything you’ve heard."
"It’s just a Daoist..." The middle-aged man recalled and then uncertainly said, "But the martial arts he practiced, seems not to be Dan Jin?
I can’t say for sure."
"How long ago was the news about him?" Zhang Feng quickly calculated, "Was it thirty-five years ago, or recent?"
Zhang Feng wanted to know if the Daoist was Lingshan Immortal.
Of course, even if he hadn’t cultivated his technique.
Zhang Feng sensed he must be the world’s number one.
Because like the eminent guests and Chen Tianzi, he was absurd.
Chen Tianzi represented cross-century technology.
The special guest was, others practice martial arts, he overclocks Inner Strength.
Lingshan Immortal was, others practice martial arts, he cultivates immortality.
And then invited him along in cultivating immortality.
"That Daoist’s news has been around for sixty or seventy years, right?" The middle-aged man heard Zhang Feng’s question, but was even more uncertain: