They walked for over four hundred meters.
Zhang Feng stopped asking questions because he saw a group of seven or eight people gathered at the entrance of a teahouse ahead, speaking in hushed tones.
It seemed like something was happening there.
Zhang Feng reached the spot and followed their gaze toward the small teahouse.
The teahouse had its windows open.
Through the window, Zhang Feng saw two elderly men, appearing to be around eighty years old, sitting inside.
One of them was the guest of honor.
He didn’t expect to see him here.
Zhang Feng found it interesting, and as he took a careful look, he noticed the man was smiling and offering tea to the elderly man opposite him.
Opposite him was a Daoist wearing a robe.
There was a small mouse on his shoulder.
How could the ’dear friend’ of the guest of honor be the Lingshan Immortal?
Zhang Feng paused for a moment at this sight.
He truly hadn’t expected it.
It’s important to realize that in the Tank Commander World, the guest of honor was known for hunting down and trying to kill Lingshan Immortal everywhere.
However, upon thinking it through, it somehow seemed fitting?
’The guest of honor’s delusion of ascension — could it be that Ling Mountain’s friend pointed it out?
Thinking this way, it seems to make sense.’
Zhang Feng seemed to have figured something out, but he saw that both of their constitutions weren’t high at the moment.
Lingshan Immortal was at 15, the guest of honor at 22.
They probably hadn’t figured out the ’Internal Organ Resonance Method.’
Zhang Feng vaguely remembered that the guest of honor’s martial arts were only developed after the death of his ’dear friend, Lingshan Immortal.’
Furthermore, there’s no spiritual qi in this world, making spirit cultivation to become an immortal impossible.
Lingshan Immortal also showed no signs of cultivating spiritual thought.
Looking again at the mouse on Lingshan Immortal’s shoulder.
Let’s overlook it for now.
Besides, even if it mastered cultivation, without making a move himself, the guest of honor’s temperament would cause him to act.
With these thoughts in mind.
Zhang Feng walked into the teahouse and headed straight for the two.
Coming closer, Zhang Feng saw another familiar face: Yu God, whom he had been looking for.
He was now tightly bound and unconscious, lying next to the guest of honor.
Earlier, when Zhang Feng was outside the teahouse, the railing had obstructed his view.
So, he hadn’t noticed him under the table.
’Three familiar faces, a familiar mouse, and a Master Ling whom I killed.
Looking at Yu God’s condition, it seemed the guest of honor, who could not tolerate evil, had captured him.
Their master and disciple reunion on the road to the netherworld is perhaps not far off.’
Zhang Feng found it amusing and walked briskly to their side.
Lingshan Immortal displayed a peculiar expression upon seeing a stranger standing beside them.
"Are you from the police?" The guest of honor noticed Zhang Feng’s unmasked heroic aura and immediately laughed heartily, pointing to Yu God at his feet,
"This person thinks he’s skilled in martial arts and went around killing innocent people.
My dear friend and I have been chasing him for days and finally caught him today.
Earlier, I sent my child to report to the police nearby, and didn’t expect you to come so soon."
He said while also looking around for where his child was.
Upon hearing the word ’child,’ Zhang Feng knew he most likely meant a business person.
Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds and then stopped thinking about it.
"Boss, do you have paper and pen?" Zhang Feng didn’t want to make small talk and was ready to write a martial arts manual for the two, as time was tight.
Even if it seemed abrupt, so be it.
"He’s probably asking us to give testimony or something." Lingshan Immortal assumed it was a transcript and suggested the guest of honor present a more serious demeanor than that of the martial world.
Zhang Feng ignored them, took the paper and pen brought by the boss, and began writing with an unparalleled speed that an ordinary person couldn’t achieve.
The two of them were astonished by Zhang Feng’s writing speed, recognizing that Zhang Feng was undeniably a great master!
Zhang Feng remained silent, trying to clearly outline the inner strength resonance and martial arts briefly.
With their comprehension, just such an introduction would suffice.
After finishing, more than half of the hundred-page notebook was filled.
The guest of honor and the others, after their initial shock, watched Zhang Feng curiously, unsure what he was doing.
Zhang Feng then checked it over once more, and when he found no errors, he first looked at Lingshan Immortal,
"You have a problem with your lungs; I have a set of internal organ exercises here.
Once you become familiar with it, first practice the heart and liver, then the lungs, which can heal lung disease.
If you can’t master the resonance method, there’s also a prescription I’ve left in the book to cure your ailment."
"How do you know I have a lung problem?" Lingshan Immortal’s brows furrowed, feeling Zhang Feng surpassed mere expertise, but borderlined ’mystifying.’
Zhang Feng ignored his amazement and looked again at the guest of honor, whose expression had turned serious,
"If he doesn’t die, you won’t cultivate immortality either.
We agreed to discuss the Dao at the foot of the mountain, yet here you walk freely away."
"What do you mean?" The guest of honor felt this outlandish expert seemed slightly unhinged?
What cultivation of immortality?
Had this expert gone mad?
Did he actually wish to become an immortal?
"Never mind." Zhang Feng saw the guest of honor’s face full of confusion but felt explaining was too tedious, "I don’t know why either.
When we met before, it always felt like we had nothing to talk about.
But today, I want to talk a lot with you, though I don’t know about what.
So many things seem to have no starting point for discussion."
Zhang Feng said this and suddenly asked the guest of honor, "Do you still go by the name guest of honor?"
"Hmm?" The guest of honor sprang from the stool, "Who are you? How do you know my nickname?"
Zhang Feng didn’t answer him, instead turning to the more guarded Lingshan Immortal,
"Friend Daoist, is your Daoist title Lingshan Immortal?"
"Who are you?" Lingshan Immortal was equally shocked and quickly stood up to join the guest of honor on one side.
Because only the two of them knew each other’s nicknames!
At this moment, the little mouse crawled into Lingshan Immortal’s sleeve.
"Don’t be afraid, little prisoner." Lingshan Immortal comforted his pet.
"Prisoner, guest of honor, Lingshan Immortal — the jokes they made about this mouse when they first met in a small town in Ling Mountain.
Lingshan Immortal strolled through the town and, afraid the mouse would run wild, kept it in a small cage.
The guest of honor was also wandering the town and immediately recognized his ’friend who taught and befriended in a dilapidated temple’ as Lingshan Immortal among the crowd, and jokingly referred to the mouse,
’Is it your prisoner?’
Lingshan Immortal also recognized the guest of honor, ’And you are my guest.’
The guest of honor laughed heartily, declaring, ’This mouse is quite spiritual, and since my friend is dressed as a Daoist, could it be the immortal of these Lingshan hills?’
That joke was made only once.
Zhang Feng didn’t know these past details.
But seeing their cautious demeanor at this time.
"Guest of honor, you once recognized me with just a glance, while I had to recognize you from a photo.
That’s something I never told you.
But now, you didn’t recognize me, yet I recognized you instantly."
Zhang Feng said this and then glanced at Lingshan Immortal,
"Ling Mountain Daoist, goodbye for now."
Confusion emerged on their faces.
Time seemed to slow down.
Slow footsteps were heard from the teahouse door.
Zhang Feng looked to the right and saw the young business person, accompanied by a public security officer, was Boss Long.
In this world, he hadn’t expected to meet so many familiar faces.
[You killed the murderer in the mountain forest, you saved three survivors]
[You discovered the past ’Guest of Honor’ and ’Ling Mountain Daoist,’ you altered their fate in this world where they were destined to die]
[You changed the destined fate, saving everyone]
[You received a fate-related reward]
[Chivalry: Root Bone +0.5]
[Grinding: Digestion and Absorption +100 grams]
[Peerless: Martial Arts +0.5]
[You received Fate-related Entry 4]
[Deja Vu: ?, Exclusive, Destiny, All Characters Common Entry, Memory-based Exclusive, Stackable]
[Effect 1: Memory Correction, the final amplification is 1.2]
[Effect 2: Each time a fate line is completed, Memory amplification +0.1]