In the urban villages west of Jiangzhou City, there are dilapidated houses and messy garbage everywhere. The people living here are relatively poor.
In one of the small courtyards, rows of bamboo poles were erected, on which various quilts were hung to dry, making it appear to be a normal household.
However, inside the main room sat a man in a black robe with his face covered by a black cloth, completely concealing himself from head to toe, who was clearly not a respectable person.
"Ring ring—"
Just then, the phone on the table rang. After the man in black answered, a puzzled voice came from the other end: "Elder, the Qi family's people monitoring Chen Feng have withdrawn. Are they preparing to make a move?"
"We passed the message to the Flying Hunting Team the night before last, and they indeed went to find Qi Fei yesterday, but the Qi family has been forced to take action."
"Keep a close eye on Chen Feng and the Qi family. When we see them about to make a move, we'll immediately give them a little help to make it easier for them to succeed," the man in black said with a smug smile.
"Yes, Elder," the other party replied.
However, the man in black robes waited for news for four or five days, only to find that after the Qi family withdrew, they showed no intention of making a move. Qi Fei and the hunting team stayed indoors all day, showing no signs of wanting to seek revenge on Chen Feng.
"Elder, something's strange. What should we do now? Should we continue to keep an eye on the Qi family?" The situation was quickly reported to the man in black robes.
"Coward, coward." The man in black robes thought for a while before realizing that the Qi family had probably guessed that the message was being delivered by them, the cultists of the evil god, and therefore gave up on seeking revenge, fearing that they would be associated with the cultists of the evil god.
"So what do we do next? Why don't we just have our people kill Chen Feng?" a member of the cult asked.
"There are still more than twenty days until Chen Feng starts school. We must find an opportunity to kill Chen Feng within ten days. Otherwise, the closer it gets to the start of school, the more attention and protection Chen Feng will receive, and the fewer opportunities we will have," the man in black robes instructed after thinking for a moment.
"Yes, we have tracked Chen Feng's daily movements. We can wait patiently, and we will definitely be able to eliminate him within ten days," the cultist replied.
"I will personally create some trouble to draw the attention of the powerful figures in Jiangzhou, thus creating an opportunity for you to eliminate Chen Feng," the man in black robes continued.
In the past few days, when Chen Feng went out, he had a vague feeling that there were cold, sinister eyes watching him in the dark, and that feeling seemed similar to the aura on the wolf god statue of the evil god cultists.
"Could it be that the cultists of the evil god have their eyes on me? They love targeting human geniuses, and they like to kidnap or kill some talented young people. It's possible that they've come to Jiangzhou." Chen Feng thought to himself.
Then, without thinking twice, he called Officer Zhang at the patrol station and told him his feelings, asking them to check if there were any cultists around him.
Not only that, Chen Feng also called Teacher Su Qing and asked him to tell the principal or people from the Jiangzhou Education Department or Martial Arts Department that he suspected that there were cultists around him who were watching him.
"Chen Feng, don't worry, we've set up more sentries and patrols around your neighborhood. If anything happens, just call me," Officer Zhang replied shortly afterward.
"Chen Feng, don't worry. The big shots of the evil god cult are all being watched. There are probably only some small fry who want to harm you. You should be able to handle it." Half a day later, Teacher Su Qing replied to Chen Feng.
With their replies, Chen Feng felt much more at ease. His Qi and Blood points had now exceeded 60, which was not far from the 65 points required for the mid-stage of the eighth rank.
With Chen Feng's current strength, dealing with a peak eighth-grade martial artist is no problem at all. If he combines the Devouring Mystic Technique with flying needle attacks, he might even be able to take down a seventh-grade early-stage martial artist if he's not careful.
A few days ago, after Chen Feng's mental strength broke through the 30-point mark, he was able to control up to twenty flying needles, and the attack area of the flying needles reached a radius of thirty meters.
On the morning of August 1st, after buying ingredients, Chen Feng passed by a temporary stall. When he subconsciously scanned a pile of old items on the stall with his mental energy, he suddenly noticed a faint fluctuation of mental energy on a broken black stone.
"Hmm, this fluctuation is somewhat similar to the wolf god sculpture of that evil god cultist, except the aura is different; it's not from the wolf god clan." Chen Feng's heart stirred.
"Brother, where did you get these things from?" Chen Feng stopped and asked the burly martial arts man at the stall with a curious look.
"Of course, they were taken from the ruins in the wilderness. They are all valuable items. Young brother, have you seen anything that catches your eye? It might be some kind of powerful treasure."
Although the burly man saw that Chen Feng looked young and like a middle school student, he thought he was easy to fool, so he promoted him vigorously.
“Brother Feng, these things look like scraps picked up from the wilderness. What treasures could they possibly contain? If they were valuable, they would have been sold to big shops long ago,” Zhou Ping quickly stopped Chen Feng.
"Young man, don't talk nonsense. We risk our lives to hunt wild beasts in the wilderness, and discovering relics from bloody battles also requires taking risks."
"You two look like students, right? You don't know anything, so forget about it. Don't block my business, go away, go away." Seeing that one of the two was relatively sober, the burly man immediately shooed them away to avoid affecting the customers nearby.
"Brother Ping, I'm interested in some strange and unusual things and want to study them. But, brother, these things of yours don't seem to be worth much."
"Here's what we'll do. Name your price for these items. If it's reasonable, I'll take them back and study them. If not, just pretend I didn't ask." Chen Feng said to Zhou Ping with a smile, then casually pointed to three or five small items.
The burly man was a little puzzled. He slowly moved the items that Chen Feng had pointed out to the side one by one. In fact, he was checking if there were any treasures in these items, but he really couldn't see any.
“Young man, you clearly know your stuff. These are the most valuable items on my stall. I won’t charge you a high price; I’ll give you 100,000 yuan in total. Take them.” The burly man said, his eyes darting around.
"How much? These few junk items cost 100,000? Why don't you just rob someone?" Zhou Ping shouted, pulling Chen Feng away.
“Isn’t robbery illegal? This is a legitimate business, it’s legal,” the burly man said with a smile.
"Brother, I won't say much. One price, one thousand yuan. If you think this deal is worthwhile, we'll make the transaction. If you don't think it's appropriate, then we'll leave." Chen Feng pulled Zhou Ping, turned to look at the burly man, and said with a smile.
The burly man hesitated for a moment, but Chen Feng turned and left without looking back. It wasn't until he had walked about twenty or thirty meters away that the burly man called out to him, "Hey, young man, don't go! A thousand it is, it's a deal. I'll consider you my friend."
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