This is not intended to replace, but rather about the assassination matter.

Because a few days ago, when General Hang had several cultivators practice magic, only his trusted aides were aware.

In response, General Hang not only executed the person who overstepped their bounds but also thoroughly investigated his confidants.

On the second day of the investigation.

Zhang Feng, while looking at the new magic, overheard an old cultivator and a man planning to take people to his inn to investigate Brother Hang's matters, and decided to follow along.

First, to check on the inn, and second, to see the corpse-driving brothers.

If possible, bring them into the General's mansion to prepare for future matters related to Yangshan.

...

That noon, he returned to the inn.

Brother Peng's 'Copper Factory' had long ceased operations; with copper coins flooding the market here, continuing would lead to a group targeting General Hang.

Now, Brother Peng mostly manages city business.

This city has also gained a few more night entertainment spots.

Today.

Brother Peng was at the inn.

After arriving there by car.

Zhang Feng looked through the car window and saw that the inn, once just a single establishment, had expanded threefold.

If it grew further, it would be hard to manage.

Because with Zhang Feng gone, the quality of food would surely decline, and rather than increasing daily, the customer flow has stabilized at two to three hundred tables per day.

Even though the chef here has a little of Zhang Feng's craftsmanship, any more would become unsustainable.

For now, three hundred tables, three times the size, is about sufficient.

Sometimes it's even half-empty, causing some waiters and chefs to be idle.

At that moment.

Zhang Feng dismounted, followed by more than forty soldiers.

"Brother Zhang!"

Once the head of the factory, Brother Peng nodded and bowed to welcome Zhang Feng with a cigarette.

The distance is only a few hundred li from the big city, and he had long heard about Zhang Feng being a great cultivator.

Honestly, he thought he might benefit from it, because without his 'recommendation', the General might have been lost.

But whether he can truly benefit depends on whether 'Brother Zhang' notices him at all.

"Mm." Zhang Feng wasn't interested in forming factions, mostly wanting to see the inn he envisioned, and took a glance at the shopkeeper and others bowing at the door.

They only dared to stand at the door nodding with wry smiles, not daring to approach.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng didn't exchange much small talk, simply nodding, "Not bad, it can indeed be built up.

When I have time, I'll write down some insights and recipes for you to distribute to the kitchen staff."

"Yes, yes..." The shopkeeper nodded and bowed as if receiving orders rather than being happy about impending profits.

...

In the afternoon.

Zhang Feng headed into the city alone and made his way directly down an alleyway.

Two years since he last came to this small house.

As he knocked, he looked through the door crack into the dim interior.

There were many specks of dust and footprints undetectable to ordinary people, all new.

Proving the brothers are still here.

'I thought they should have left by now, after all, it's been more than two years.'

Zhang Feng was surprised the two hadn't left yet.

And then, as soon as his knocks faded.

A white shadow flickered to the wall crack and observed the outside.

Zhang Feng looked over, "Lin Dao You, it's me."

Zhang Feng said, smiling, "Congratulations, you're all recovered."

"Daoist Brother?!"

Compared to Zhang Feng's calm greeting, Lin Dao You was exceptionally excited.

Clatter—

When he opened the door, the now long-bearded Daoist also emerged.

"Daoist Brother is here!" He was excited, as if waiting two years for an '恩人' (benefactor).

As Zhang Feng entered, he casually said, "The last time I came, I thought you two had left."

"Why would we leave?" Now nimble, Lin Dao You followed with clasped hands, "Daoist Brother spared my junior brother, and you saved my life!

We owe such a great debt; how could we leave or dare to leave."

"Indeed!" The Daoist seriously clasped his hands, "To abandon a benefactor makes one no better than a beast."

He continued, "Moreover, Daoist Brother asked us to wait here; we owe you, naturally, we take orders."

Two years had changed their perception of Zhang Feng.

Especially half a year ago when Lin Dao You had fully recovered.

This life-saving grace made them grateful, looking to repay somehow.

Of course, they couldn't deny Zhang Feng's immense strength, so they wanted to wait for this eminent figure.

But the greater reason was gratitude.

"You're too kind, Daoist friends."

Zhang Feng saw their intent to repay yet had little interest, as there wasn't much he could use them for.

At most, in the future Yangshan trip, he might ask them to guide the way to save searching time.

To compare against the highest values.

The strongest in the previous world had around 230 body attributes.

His minimum must reach above 260, the 30 above for crushing on the visit.

Which means another year of practice.

Just right to organize the cultivators' magic to see if he can identify the basic structures of 'various attribute stabs' through Water Sword and Earth Spike.

Thus.

After two rounds of tea,

Zhang Feng discussed the matter of going to the General's mansion.

The two said nothing more, quietly listening to the arrangement for the journey.

When Zhang Feng finished speaking.

Though they disliked warlords for past dealings with General Tao,

They knew it was safer there and knew Daoist Brother had their interests at heart.

So, they didn't refuse, instead gratefully clasping their hands.

"I'll follow Daoist Brother's arrangement!"

"Daoist Brother, when do we leave?"

They looked at Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng checked the watch on his wrist, "We'll set off now, first to the inn, where the car is."

"Alright." The Daoist stood ready to pack a few belongings.

But Lin Dao You hesitated before moving over.

Seeing his hesitation, Zhang Feng asked, "Is there something on your mind, Daoist friend?"

"This..." Lin Dao You pondered for a couple of seconds before deciding to be honest, "Daoist Brother, some time ago during a night outing near Qing City, I found signs of ghostly activity.

In the following months, I searched extensively but couldn't confirm anything.

And now, en route to the General's mansion, slightly to the southwest, is Qing City.

I want to investigate further but fear disrupting your travel plans."

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