Chapter 089: Xiang Tao's Instructions
Zhao Feng sneered coldly, “What status do you think you have?”
“Heh heh heh! Zhao Feng, isn’t it?”
Zhao Feng was taken aback, “How do you know my name?”
The driver let out a mocking laugh, “You must know Young Master Xiang, right?”
Zhao Feng’s face instantly darkened.
“So, it was Xiang Tao who sent you.”
“That’s right, Young Master Xiang sent me here.”
Zhao Feng gave a chilly laugh, “I haven’t even started settling scores with Xiang Tao, and he’s already come after me first.”
The driver snorted, “Zhao Feng, you’d best accept your fate. As for this beautiful woman with you, don’t worry—I’ll take good care of her.”
At this moment, Xianglan was terrified.
She had never seen a gun before.
Clutching Zhao Feng’s hand tightly, she whispered, “Xiaofeng, what do we do now?”
Zhao Feng patted her pale hand comfortingly, “Don’t worry, nothing will happen.”
The driver’s patience had run out.
With a cruel smile, he pulled the trigger.
With a bang, a spinning bullet shot straight toward Zhao Feng’s forehead.
“Hmph!”
With a cold grunt, Zhao Feng reached out and caught the bullet in mid-air.
The driver was stunned.
He screamed, “What kind of monster are you?”
Zhao Feng sneered, “Didn’t Xiang Tao tell you what I am before sending you here?”
The driver looked as if he’d seen a ghost, “You… you’re a demon!”
With a shriek, he flung open the car door and fled in terror.
After the driver ran, Zhao Feng took Xianglan’s hand and walked toward Xiahe Village.
The two of them returned home, where Zhao Feng headed straight into his room.
Stretching lazily, he flopped onto the bed.
After a while, he sat up and, with a twist of his palm, produced a small emerald-green sword—the very one he had found in the cave behind the mountain.
“Since I have some time, I might as well refine this little sword.”
Using the blade, Zhao Feng lightly pricked his finger.
A droplet of blood fell onto the sword.
The blade let out a resonant hum, bursting forth with a dazzling light.
Boom!
Boom, boom!
Zhao Feng was astonished, “It’s actually an Earth-grade spiritual weapon!”
Spiritual artifacts are divided into four ranks: Heaven, Earth, Dark, and Yellow. The one in Zhao Feng’s hand was of Earth rank.
He chuckled softly, then, with a single thought, absorbed the spirit sword into his body.
After recognizing the sword as his own, he took out a jar.
Opening it gently, a black shadow immediately sprang out.
Zhao Feng sneered, catching the shadow in his hand.
A long spirit snake writhed in his grasp, hissing menacingly.
Zhao Feng gripped the snake at its vital spot and asked, “Will you submit to me?”
The snake bared its fangs, hissing in defiance.
“Very well.”
Zhao Feng’s gaze turned icy. “If you won’t submit, I’ll kill you.”
Summoning his inner energy, he squeezed the snake’s weak spot with force.
The spirit snake let out a pained screech, its body writhing in agony.
“I’ll ask one last time,” Zhao Feng said coldly. “Will you obey or not?”
The spirit snake, possessing a certain intelligence, sensed Zhao Feng’s murderous intent.
It quickly assumed a submissive posture, begging for mercy.
“Hmph! Did you really think I couldn’t handle you?”
With the matters of the spirit sword and spirit snake settled, Zhao Feng felt a new surge of strength.
Stretching again, he prepared to take a nap.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous banging at the copper gate outside the courtyard.
Zhao Feng rolled his eyes, “Who’s disturbing my dreams now?”
With the Zhao couple out, only Xianglan, her daughter, and Zhao Feng remained in the house.
Left with no choice, Zhao Feng went downstairs and opened the door.
To his surprise, it was Geng Wei standing outside.
The moment Geng Wei saw Zhao Feng, he burst into tears.
“Master, please—you must help me!”
Zhao Feng sneered and held out his right hand. “First, the compensation.”
Geng Wei’s face turned an ugly shade of purple.
He whimpered, “Master, I was in such a hurry, I didn’t bring any cash!”
Zhao Feng said icily, “A card swipe or WeChat transfer is fine.”
“I—I…”
“Do you have the money or not?” Zhao Feng asked, expressionless.
“Yes, yes, I do!”
“I’ll have my secretary transfer it right now!”
“Mm.” Zhao Feng nodded indifferently.
Geng Wei dialed a number, “Transfer a million to me right now. Yes, right now. Quickly!”
He looked at Zhao Feng, “Master, your account number?”
Zhao Feng rattled off a series of numbers.
Geng Wei immediately relayed it to his secretary.
Ding!
Zhao Feng’s phone chimed. He glanced at it—sure enough, the money had arrived.
Geng Wei smiled obsequiously, “So, can you treat me now?”
Zhao Feng’s laugh was cold. “The child—is it yours?”
Geng Wei’s face fell. “As soon as I got back, I did a paternity test. Sure enough, the child’s not mine!”
“Master, you were absolutely right!”
“That was no guess,” Zhao Feng replied with a frosty smile.
“Yes, yes, Master, your insight is extraordinary!”
Zhao Feng snorted, “Tell me—where have you been lately?”
Geng Wei was confused, “What do you mean? Aren’t you going to treat me? Why are you asking where I’ve been?”
Zhao Feng gave a cold chuckle, “Because you’ve been cursed.”
“Cursed?”
“Yes.”
“Is that even real?” Geng Wei asked.
Zhao Feng nodded, “Indeed, such sorcery does exist.”
Geng Wei’s face darkened even further.
He took a deep breath. “I really can’t remember everywhere I’ve been.”
Zhao Feng frowned.
He glanced at Geng Wei and said, “Your situation is very similar to Liu Li’s, but I can’t identify the perpetrator either.”
“I can only cure you—the one behind this, I can’t find.”
Geng Wei was so moved he nearly wept. “If you can cure me, I’m already grateful!”
“Mm.”
Zhao Feng waved his hand, “Come in.”
“Thank you, thank you!”
They entered the room. Zhao Feng pointed at the sofa, “Sit.”
“Alright.”
Geng Wei sat down, tense and rigid.
Without another word, Zhao Feng took out a packet of ordinary silver needles.
With a flick, he picked up one and plunged it into Geng Wei’s philtrum.
Geng Wei grunted, “Master, could you go a bit easier?”
“No.” Zhao Feng replied coolly.
“Alright then.”
With another flick, Zhao Feng jabbed a needle into Geng Wei’s earlobe.
One after another, silver needles dotted Geng Wei’s face.
After he finished, Zhao Feng moved aside, sat on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest.
Geng Wei looked anxiously at Zhao Feng, “Master, is it done yet?”
“No,” Zhao Feng replied coldly, not even bothering to open his eyes.