Chapter 1 Jiangchun, Ning Tian Prefecture

Jiangchun, Ning Tian Prefecture.

In a bustling downtown area, there was a restaurant called "Ten Thousand River Pavilion". At this moment, the restaurant's hall was full of diners, and many people were gathered outside the door, craning their necks, all listening with gusto to a storyteller in the hall.

"...It is said that Chen Feng was eight feet tall, with a lion's mane and a beastly face, a tiger's back and a bear's waist. His fists and palms were as big as heads, and his arms were as thick as legs. He was a Vajra, called the Soul-Reaping Yama. That Yama held a divine spear weighing eight hundred *jin* (approximately 1.1 lbs per *jin*). It is said that this spear was transformed from a *jiao long* (mythical dragon), which had been cultivating in the mountains for five hundred years, but was subdued by this Yama. This spear has a name, called the Jiao Long Uprooting the Sea Shattering Army Spear. When swung, it is like a dragon fighting in the wilderness, and all who stand in its way will be crushed!"

The storyteller shook his head, with fluctuating tones, arousing the high spirits of the listeners.

With a *smack*, the storyteller hit the table with his gavel and continued:

"And so this Yama, Chen Feng, stirred up trouble in the Lu River area, using a divine spear to subdue two mountain strongholds, and his heroic courage frightened away tens of thousands of soldiers. He even swore an oath to kill all corrupt officials and bullies in the world and act on behalf of Heaven! Whenever he passed a place, he would visit the local people. If there were bullies wreaking havoc in the countryside, then Yama would add their names to the Book of Souls, using murder to stop evil and distributing wealth to the people, regarding the local officials as clay sculptures, and has been acting without restraint ever since!

"However, this Yama is not an indiscriminate killer. If the local magistrate is a wise and honest official, he will not commit any offense."

Some diners listened and couldn't help but speak up, sighing: "This Chen Feng is a chivalrous person, truly a hero."

Next to him, a person in brocade clothing snorted coldly, disgusted:

"The greatest heroes should serve the country and the people. Killing people at every turn, what kind of hero is that? Just a murdering demon! Corrupt officials and bullies should be dealt with by the law, how can he decide everything on his own? Does this Yama want to be a judge?"

Several diners around him were somewhat unconvinced, but seeing that this gorgeously dressed person was accompanied by family guards, and was either rich or noble, they had no choice but to shift their gazes and extinguished the thought of arguing.

The storyteller glanced at the gorgeously dressed person, coughed, and changed his words to continue:

"This Yama has been doing evil all the way. The wealthy merchants and gentry of the counties along the way have packed up their belongings and fled the city to avoid this disaster star. It's quite a sight. It is said that this Yama has now left Lu River and come to Jiangchun area, still acting ostentatiously, and has been chased by soldiers several times, but unfortunately, he has escaped every time..."

In the crowd outside the restaurant, there were two young men wearing straw hats and tight-fitting clothes, with similar looks.

The two were a pair of brothers, with some thin fame in the greenwoods. The older brother, "Cloud-Seizing Eagle" Zhang Lei, and the younger brother, "Sky-Soaring Falcon" Zhang Zhen, had learned from famous teachers and had remarkable skills, but they had only recently entered the martial world, and their reputation was not yet great.

The two brothers passed through Ning Tian Prefecture and noticed someone was telling stories in the restaurant, so they stopped to listen.

"This Chen Feng is truly a contemporary hero, making people admire him."

The younger brother Zhang Zhen couldn't help but speak, his tone respectful.

Zhang Lei nodded in agreement: "This person is indeed extraordinary. We have heard about his deeds countless times along the way."

Zhang Zhen looked at his older brother and lowered his voice: "We want to find a mountain to settle down, but there are no large strongholds in the Jiangchun area, and they are not promising. I originally wanted to go to Lu River, but this Chen Feng single-handedly leveled two mountains, and is even more powerful, so I might as well go and join him."

"Well, I think this is feasible. Although this person's actions are ostentatious, his martial arts are truly amazing, and he may be able to accomplish great things in the future. You and I brothers have sworn an oath that we will never be mediocre in our lives and waste our skills. If we are to join someone, we will join such a hero."

Zhang Lei nodded.

At the same time, on the other side of the crowd, a middle-aged scholar was also listening to the storyteller's story, gently stroking the long beard under his chin.

This person was not young, with white hair on his temples, and looked handsome and refined. He wore a blue and white scholar's cap, a sky-blue scholar's robe, and a sword was hanging on his waist, with silver silk sword tassels and a jade inlaid on the sword guard.

Behind this person, there were also two men in tight-fitting clothes, also with swords at their waists.

"Sect Leader, are these deeds of Chen Feng true or false? Is there really such martial arts in the world?"

One of the men in tight-fitting clothes asked curiously.

The middle-aged scholar curled his lips and stroked his beard, saying, "The rumors in the market are mostly exaggerated, but where there's smoke, there's fire. Chen Feng's martial arts won't be too bad."

"Then how does it compare to the Sect Leader?"

"I haven't fought him, how would I know?"

The middle-aged scholar's tone was not very concerned.

He was Shen Sanqiu, the current sect leader of the Wu Shan Sect, known as the "Number One Sword of Jiangchun", and the two people following him were his disciples.

He had three things to do on this trip down the mountain to Ning Tian Prefecture. First, he came to meet with the branch leader, Ye Heng, to talk about the branch's development and to maintain the relationship with the Ye family.

Second, many Jiangchun martial arts sects have been invited by powerful people to gather in Ning Tian Prefecture. It seems that the Jiangchun dignitaries want to ask them to do something, but it is not yet known what the situation is.

The third was to pay a visit to the mysterious Yufeng Zhenren (Master of the Wind), who was famous in Jiangchun. Although Shen Sanqiu was a martial arts master, he still had awe for such supernatural people and wanted to get to know him.

Shen Sanqiu listened to the storyteller for a while and shook his head, commenting: "This Chen Feng is proud of his martial arts and acts ostentatiously. Trouble will soon come to his door, and he doesn't even know that a disaster is coming."

After saying that, he left with his disciples.

Just then, two Taoists dressed as monks passed by Ten Thousand River Pavilion and also stopped to listen for a while.

The two Taoists were about the same age, both middle-aged, but one had a face like a child, with fair skin, and the other had wrinkles, like an old farmer.

The tender-faced Taoist carried a *fu chen* (horsehair whisk) in his hand, and the weathered Taoist carried a long sword on his back. Besides that, the two wore exactly the same clothes, with purple-gold lotus crowns on their heads, yellow and black Taiyi robes, and black and white cloud-climbing shoes, a display of immortal demeanor.

"Senior Brother, what is the origin of this Chen Feng, where did he get this inhuman martial arts from?"

The weathered Taoist frowned and spoke.

The tender-faced Taoist heard the words, shook the *fu chen*, and calculated with his fingers with his empty hand.

After a while, he suddenly exclaimed:

"It's strange, this person has no cause and no effect, knows no origin, knows no end, and has the same fate as that Yufeng Zhenren."

The weathered Taoist was taken aback: "Is there such a thing? Senior Brother, is your Heavenly Yuan Calculation wrong again?"

The tender-faced Taoist was immediately dissatisfied: "Nonsense, in recent years my calculations have become more and more accurate, I can always get three or four out of ten right."

"...Is that what you call accurate?"

"If you have the ability, you can calculate it, otherwise shut up."

The tender-faced Taoist was unhappy.

The weathered Taoist smiled awkwardly: "I don't know the Heavenly Yuan Calculation, you cultivate techniques, I practice martial arts, you seek the Way, I protect the Way, didn't the master decide this long ago, why bother to tease me, Senior Brother."

"It's clear that you don't have the aptitude to practice spells, how you begged the master to beat you, I remember it clearly, you even got a beating on your butt."

"Cough... I wonder if Wei Laodao of the Qingling Sect is lying, whether this Yufeng Zhenren really has the realm of Taoism and Nature..."

The weathered Taoist's expression was awkward, and he stiffly shifted the topic.

The tender-faced Taoist smiled, and did not expose him, and continued:

"Isn't our trip just to find out his details? My Qingliang Mountain ancestral records record that people with this kind of causeless fate often have strange abilities, suspected to be an immortal descending to the mortal world. One hundred years ago, they had a fleeting appearance, and now they have reappeared. If the records are true, then this Yufeng Zhenren may really be some Thunder Department Heavenly Sovereign, and that Chen Feng is probably some god descending to the mortal world."

As he spoke, the tender-faced Taoist restrained his smile, lowered his voice, and sighed:

"The Purple Star Emperor is dim, and people with this strange fate have come into the world again. This world is becoming more and more chaotic, a sign of chaos..."

...

Ning Tian, Zhao Residence.

Prefect Zhao Xing'an was welcoming a visiting envoy.

"Greetings, Lord Zhao."

The envoy clasped his hands, tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, his attitude quite arrogant.

"Lord Jin, please come in quickly."

Zhao Xing'an smiled, his attitude was both warm and not too ingratiating, inviting the envoy to enter.

This envoy surnamed Jin was from the Left Chancellor Lü Wenzong, representing the Left Chancellor to discuss matters.

In recent years, Lü Wenzong has been in charge of the emperor's autumn patrol, deeply loved by the emperor, and quite powerful in the court, and is the leader of the Lü faction.

There are Qin, Lü, and Zhu factions in the court, and they often fight fiercely.

Although Zhao Xing'an was not a member of the Lü faction, he had been the prefect of Ning Tian for many years and was experienced in the emperor's autumn patrol, so he would not cause trouble for himself in this regard.

The two arrived at the back hall and sat down, and servants brought tea, and they chatted while drinking.

The Jin envoy took a sip of tea, praised it casually, and went straight to the topic:

"The Holy One's autumn patrol has already set off a few days ago, and the prefectures along the way have been taken care of. Chancellor Lü has previously sent someone to inform Lord Zhao. Lord Zhao is not the first time to receive the Holy One, so I don't need to say more."

"Naturally." Zhao Xing'an smiled and nodded, and asked, "Lord Lü sent Lord Jin to visit, but is there any new request?"

The Jin envoy nodded and said slowly: "The Holy One has heard that there is a Yufeng Zhenren in Ning Tian Prefecture and is very interested in it. It is possible that he will summon this person, so the Left Chancellor sent me to make some preparations to see if this Yufeng Zhenren has real talent and learning, so as not to be deceived by a person who deceives the public."

Zhao Xing'an smiled upon hearing this: "Haha, the Left Chancellor is overthinking, that Yufeng Zhenren is a real Taoist master who can summon wind and rain. This official has seen it with his own eyes."

The Jin envoy didn't buy it and said lightly: "It's not that I don't believe Lord Zhao, but Chancellor Lü wants me to see it with my own eyes, otherwise it won't count."

Zhao Xing'an blinked: "Then I don't know what Lord Jin plans to do?"

The Jin envoy scraped the rim of the cup with the lid and said slowly:

"Like this, you ask that Yufeng Zhenren to come see me and use the so-called 'immortal method' in front of me for me to examine. If it's full of loopholes, someone will take him down and put him in prison to see if he's guilty of falsely claiming supernatural powers or deceiving the emperor.

"If he can deceive the eye, I will try his temperament. If he is a person who is proud of his talent, I will drive him out of Ning Tian Prefecture, lest he offend the Holy One when the Holy One is happy to summon him. If this person is obedient, Chancellor Lü wants me to teach him some words to please the Holy One, lest this person speak rashly and offend the Holy One."

Zhao Xing'an's face showed a strange look upon hearing this.

He could hear that this person didn't believe in Yufeng Zhenren's methods at all, but regarded him as something to make the emperor happy. His attitude was condescending, and he wanted to control everything and not allow any unexpected variables.

Zhao Xing'an was not surprised by the other party's attitude. This envoy was not from Jiangchun, but from the north, and had not seen the real methods of the Zhenren with his own eyes.

The Jin envoy noticed Zhao Xing'an's hesitation, and frowned and asked, "Lord Zhao, this is Chancellor Lü's order, do you have any difficulties?"

Zhao Xing'an coughed:

"I have no opinion, but in my opinion, it is better for Lord Jin to visit him personally."

"What does this mean? Are you, the dignified Prefect of Ning Tian, unable to command a commoner?"

The Jin envoy was puzzled.

Hey, you guessed right, I really can't call him...

Zhao Xing'an was too embarrassed to admit it directly, and didn't want to offend Yufeng Zhenren, so he said with a smile:

"If you call this person to come to the door and explain the reason, this person will definitely prepare to deal with Lord Jin's questions, so it will be difficult to distinguish the truth from the fake. So I think it's better for Lord Jin to suddenly visit him and let him be caught off guard, so you can get a glimpse of the truth..."

The Jin envoy frowned, feeling that Zhao Xing'an was procrastinating.

But he thought about it and didn't refuse, and nodded: "Alright, then I will visit him... Hmph, that gives him a lot of face."

Zhao Xing'an smiled without saying a word.

...

Inside the Ye Family Mansion.

Inside the alchemy room, Bill sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating with his eyes closed, waiting for the alchemy furnace to boil the medicinal materials.

A strong medicinal smell permeated the air.

There was no one else in the room, it was quite quiet, only the crackling of firewood.

Suddenly, Bill's body trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze changed from dull to agile.

"Phew, I'm back..."

Zhou Jing exhaled, his consciousness had returned to this body.

This time, he switched to Bill's side.

Because it was autumn and it was said that the emperor was coming to Ning Tian Prefecture for an autumn patrol, he switched to Bill's body to avoid missing the dog emperor.

As for Chen Feng, he had already arrived in Jiangchun, and it was quite fast to take a boat to the Wu Shan Sect. However, Zhou Jing temporarily told him not to rush to visit, and the placement plan was to let Chen Feng detour in Jiangchun and first seek evil fame everywhere.

He planned to wait for the next time he transferred over before personally visiting the Wu Shan Sect to get some martial arts mental methods.

"Now Bill has been in Ning Tian Prefecture for several months, and his reputation has spread wider and wider. People from other prefectures often come to Ning Tian to visit, and at the same time, his relationship with the dignitaries of Ning Tian Prefecture has become more and more solid..."

Zhou Jing rubbed his temples, analyzing Bill's experience during his placement.

Under his influence, the Ye family had made more friends with dignitaries, and now they were almost worshiping him.

Ye Taigong specially set aside several courtyards from the mansion and left them exclusively for Zhou Jing to live in, not allowing the younger generation of the family to disturb him.

After Bill's magical aptitude improved, he had been cultivating during this period, and his witchcraft abilities had also improved a lot. The skill tree of the Spirit of Gale had been maxed out on the fourth layer and had begun to be on the fifth layer.

The ability to summon wind and rain was much stronger than the last time he switched.

"I don't know if the emperor has set off, how long will it take to get to Ning Tian Prefecture..."

Zhou Jing muttered to himself.

Before long, he finished refining this furnace of pills, temporarily stopped making medicine, and walked out of the alchemy room.

When he came to the entrance of the courtyard, Zhou Jing found a housekeeper waiting here.

The housekeeper saw Zhou Jing coming out and hurried to meet him, respectfully saying:

"Zhenren, someone has come to visit..."

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