The City Lord’s Mansion is located slightly east within the island.
"Island Master! There is a great cultivator on our island!"
At this moment, inside the main hall of the mansion.
A guard was excitedly reporting to a robust man, detailing an hour ago when Zhang Feng used the mystical ’True Words Skill’ to subdue the evil cultivator. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⁂fire.net
This robust man was none other than Isle Master Lin.
He had achieved great success in the art of Spiritual Qi Tempering Body, exuding an invisible pressure with every gesture.
But at this time, upon hearing the guard’s report, he displayed a look of disbelief,
"Stopping someone with one word? Is this true?"
As a great cultivator of Spiritual Qi, Isle Master Lin naturally knew the mystical properties of Spiritual Qi, and was aware of some cultivation techniques.
In his mind, the notion of ’stopping someone with one word’ was simply impossible.
Especially since the evil cultivator was also a cultivator.
One cultivator immobilizing another?
At least among the cultivators he knew, no one could achieve such a thing.
Yet Zhang Feng’s miraculous magic, coupled with this ’impossibility’,
made the Island Master understand that Zhang Feng was undoubtedly a master with profound Sound Skill and cultivation.
Such a master, he had neither seen nor heard of before.
Even the ’Demon-Subduing Arhat’, who was famous in the martial world over a decade ago, couldn’t do it.
Thinking of this, the Island Master hurriedly composed himself and asked the reporting guard solemnly:
"Nephew, where is this Captain Zhang, Zhang the Hermit, now?"
"Captain Zhang has a virtuous and chivalrous demeanor!" The guard couldn’t help but praise,
"Uncle, when I invited Captain Zhang to come inside the mansion to wait, Captain Zhang replied, ’The host has not invited me, I should wait outside.’
So I hurriedly came to report to you, Third Uncle."
"Foolish of you!" Isle Master Lin frowned, then strode towards the hall exit,
"How can such a high master be treated so neglectfully?"
"Uncle! I did not neglect him!" The guard took a few steps to catch up, explaining: "On the way to the mansion, the high master intended to retrieve the evil cultivator’s magic, wanting to observe the evil cultivator’s side path and origin.
I saw this and had two brothers chain a large monster, then led the monster to guide the way and sent a few to retrieve the magic for the high master.
Moreover, I also invited the high master to first come to the side hall before reporting to you, Uncle, and prepared our finest Purple Leaf Tea."
Purple Leaf Tea, a specialty of Lin Island, has a bitterweet taste and benefits of dehumidifying and nourishing the body.
It is typically reserved for ambassadors from various dynasties by the Island Master.
But now, Zhang Feng enjoyed it all by himself.
Zhang Feng was savoring the rather decent tea while looking at the evil cultivator kneeling beside him.
The evil cultivator was currently in utter despair, full of hopelessness and great hatred.
Zhang Feng paid him no mind and instead looked towards the entrance of the side hall.
Isle Master Lin came laughing into view, clasping his hands in greeting and addressing him as senior.
This was because the moment he saw Zhang Feng, he realized he was no match.
When he scrutinized Zhang Feng, he found himself completely unable to see through him.
Plus, the other had easily subdued an evil cultivator with Sound Skill and knocked out two monsters with Spiritual Qi from afar.
Hence, there was no need to probe through combat.
As the Island Master, he needed to maintain face and didn’t want to lose.
"Isle Master Lin." Zhang Feng rose and returned the greeting naturally.
As long as his Spiritual Thought was higher than the Heart Demon, Zhang Feng could achieve spiritual ’flawlessness’.
But if the Heart Demon surpassed the Spiritual Thought, then Isle Master Lin would feel an instinctual pressure exerted by his Constitution.
’His Constitution should be 125.’
Zhang Feng roughly gauged his Constitution from the ’Body Tempering Spiritual Qi’ waves emmitted by Isle Master Lin.
It seemed right not to come initially.
Otherwise, even if he managed to win by luck against him, failing to crush him would not create absolute deterrence.
For now, under the deterrence of crushing pressure, Zhang Feng casually asked him:
"I heard that Isle Master Lin has collected magic techniques from several dynasties.
Could I borrow them for a look?"
Zhang Feng spoke, without waiting for an answer, and said with a smile: "I also have some inner cultivation techniques."
"Sure!" Facing a great master, Isle Master Lin readily agreed: "When would the senior like to see them? I can lead the way for you."
Zhang Feng liked this straightforward approach; absolute Constitution dominance could make originally cumbersome ’official socializing’ much easier.
Otherwise, dealing with all sorts of insidious political struggles would consume effort again.
"This person is now your responsibility."
Zhang Feng then pointed to the evil cultivator, intending to hand him over to the authorities.
He had already asked everything he needed to know.
Zhang Feng’s crew had moved into a small mansion outside the City Lord’s Mansion.
Zhang Feng also temporarily resided there.
Shortly after moving in, some guards who previously retrieved the magic came with several books of evil cultivation techniques, and a large crow.
Latter in a side hall.
These guards were serving tea and pouring water for Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng used powerful Qi as a blade to disassemble the crow amid cries, while the men squinted watching.
Having observed the creature alive sufficiently, he was now examining its more intricate internal structure.
Compared to playing mind games, Zhang Feng preferred dissecting knowledge, deepening his learning.
Meanwhile, the crow’s body lay spread open on the table, a layer of oilcloth underneath.
The guards serving Zhang Feng watched with numbness in their scalps.
Of course, they were accustomed to blood scenes, including the island’s various places where bellies of different fish were sliced open and hung to dry.
But now it was a ’monster’ being dissected.
This ’special’ status caused them to feel a very odd sensation internally.