"Even at the Ninth Level of the Acquired Realm, seems no match for a bullet."
Chen Feng looked at Wu Xiong, lying in a pool of blood, with a calm expression.
This wasn't the first time he'd shot someone in the scroll world.
The rule of this world was that the strong reigned supreme.
Laws and morals were irrelevant.
Murder happened everywhere, anytime, anywhere.
He'd struck first, fearing Wu Xiong might suddenly attack.
At the Ninth Level of the Acquired Realm, possessing the strength of two bears, a single punch would kill him if he got close.
Wang Hu, behind him, might not be able to stop him.
Chen Feng firmly believed in the principle that striking first is stronger, and striking later will suffer.
It was clear the other party wouldn't negotiate.
He couldn't surrender his supposed immortal weapon-refining techniques.
"Master Chen, spare us!"
"We had no intention of offending an innate master. Master Chen, please forgive us!"
Several bandits began to kneel before Chen Feng, begging for mercy.
After all, Chen Feng's tactics were no different from those of an innate master: unleashing his inner energy to kill the enemy.
This was the hallmark of an innate master.
The leader of Black Wind Village was a innate master, so the men were well aware of their terrifying power. They held no thought of resistance.
"Go back and tell your leader that the Xingfeng Sect is only in the mining business and won't interfere with him. Don't interfere with me, or I'll be rude!"
Chen Feng waved his hand, signaling the men to leave.
The bandits had assumed that Chen Feng, having killed Wu Xiong, was about to start a war with Black Wind Village. And they were doomed.
But they hadn't expected Chen Feng to let them go so easily.
They immediately thanked him profusely and then fled.
Chen Feng hadn't killed these men because the leader of Black Wind Village was a innate master.
He hadn't yet tested his pistol to see if he could kill a innate master. If he couldn't kill with a pistol, it would be a serious problem.
He sent these men back to report the situation, buying time while he returned to the modern world to prepare. This was the safest approach.
He was also running low on ammunition and didn't want to waste it on these men.
"Master, are you really an innate master?"
Wang Hu asked tremblingly.
He had been a member of the Xingfeng Sect for several months, yet he hadn't seen Chen Feng make a move. Furthermore, there was no sign of any fluctuations in his Qi or blood. This had led him to believe that Chen Feng was simply an ordinary person who didn't practice martial arts.
If Chen Feng were an innate master, that would explain it.
At the innate realm, one could already conceal their aura, making it undetectable to outsiders.
"Ahem. My family sent me out to gain experience, so I've concealed my cultivation. Don't ask any more questions,"
Chen Feng offered, a typical excuse for a disciple from an aristocratic family seeking training.
Wang Hu suddenly understood and dared not ask any further questions.
He barely questioned Chen Feng's words.
"The Black Wind Village leader won't let this go. The Sect Master needs to prepare for it."
Wang Hu warned.
"Don't worry. If he dares to come, the elders of my family will naturally make sure he never returns."
Chen Feng spoke not only to Wang Hu, but also to the Xingfeng Sect warriors within the hall.
Among the warriors he recruited, there were undoubtedly spies from the Black Wind Village.
When the time came, every word he said would reach the leader's ears without a doubt.
"How's the news I asked you to find out?" Chen Feng turned and asked.
Wang Hu shook his head: "The last time an immortal appeared in Yue Kingdom was two hundred years ago, and only the Yue royal family had contact with them."
Chen Feng nodded helplessly.
Ever since he learned about the immortals, he'd longed to acquire the cultivation techniques of those cultivators. Cultivating immortality was the only true path.
Martial arts, for example, would be better spent buying a few more guns.
"I'm going back to my family soon, and I won't be back for a few days. You should go home and spend time with your mother, and consider it a vacation."
Chen Feng patted Wang Hu's shoulder.
Chen Feng had returned to the scroll world to shut down the conveyor belt and make some arrangements.
Problems were bound to arise in the modern world, and he had to resolve them before resuming mining.
"Master, don't you need me to come with you?" Wang Hu expressed concern for Chen Feng's safety.
Although he already knew Chen Feng was an innate master, he had sworn an oath to protect him for the rest of his life.
"No, leave now. Leave this to Steward Sun."
Chen Feng feared that if Wang Hu stayed here, the Black Wind Village would come and settle the score, blaming him.
Steward Sun could die, but he didn't want Wang Hu to die.
Furthermore, the Xingfeng Sect had little of value; it was a complete shell.
As long as he closed the transmission channel, even if the Black Wind Stronghold's leader turned the Xingfeng Sect upside down, he wouldn't find anything.
Wang Hu hesitated. He wanted to remind Chen Feng that Manager Sun was unreliable, but he felt that doing so would be seen as provocative.
"I will obey the Sect Master's orders!"
Wang Hu clasped his fists to Chen Feng, then left with his sword in hand.
Chen Feng then found Manager Sun and told him he was going to be away for a while, asking him to take care of the sect.
Manager Sun immediately agreed, and was overjoyed.
Without Chen Feng, he could do more.
When Manager Sun heard that the Black Wind Stronghold's second-in-command was coming, he had already prepared to pack up and run.
However, he didn't expect Chen Feng to be such a congenital master that Wu Xiong couldn't even withstand a single blow from him.
Most importantly, Chen Feng was from a prominent family, which made Manager Sun even happier.
He had not only found a victim, but also a powerful backer.
After Chen Feng finished his explanation, he returned to the secret room, opened the passage, and returned to the modern world.
In the Hengduan Mountains, the Black Wind Village 's main base camp.
The Black Wind Village's bandits numbered several thousand.
Yue State was rife with mountain ranges, and as long as these bandits didn't massacre people in towns, the Yue royal family wouldn't intervene.
After all, these bandits could also protect Yue State from pressure from other nations.
In one of the largest villages, the head patriarch, He Sandao, was cultivating.
Before him lay the bodies of a dozen young girls.
These girls had died from having their throats slit and their blood drained.
He Sandao practiced the Blood Demon Sword Technique, a technique that required the absorption of human blood to advance.
The younger the girl, the greater the improvement.
With this technique, he had reached the innate realm, and countless lives had been lost at his hands.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
He Sandao ended the circulation of his internal Qi and opened his cloudy eyes.
"Come in!"
A bandit quickly rushed into the room. He knelt before He Sandao and trembled,
"Big Boss, Second Boss is dead!"
Upon hearing this, He Sandao narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Dead? How did he die?"
He Sandao's immediate reaction wasn't grief over his sworn brother's death, but rather a wave of alarm.
Wu Xiong was a Ninth Level Acquired Realm cultivator, the strongest person in the entire Black Wind Village.
Killing him would require a siege by several Ninth Level Acquired Realm cultivators, or the intervention of a master of the Innate Realm.
(End of Chapter)