There's something wrong with me

Chapter 226: Manifestation in the Bustling City

“I…”

After seeing that the person who came could silently break his arm like this, he knew that the other party was definitely an expert beyond his imagination!

So, his heart trembled for a few seconds, then he supported his arm and hurriedly knelt down,

“Please speak, expert!”

He looked at Zhang Feng in fear, and felt that Zhang Feng was definitely not Yin’s subordinate!

“Celestial Palace information.”

Zhang Feng, however, said something that made him a bit stunned,

“How much do you know?”

‘Is he really Yin’s person?’

The tomb robber was uncertain again, because few people knew about the Celestial Palace information he possessed.

Of course, if he were to talk about his past search for Celestial Palace information, then a few of his colleagues would know.

But he didn't think in that direction.

Because as soon as he stole the information, Zhang Feng followed closely behind.

This was too coincidental.

“I only know it’s near West Sea… I don’t know the specifics, and I haven’t looked closely at your treasure map…”

No matter whose person Zhang Feng was.

He still answered quickly and begged for mercy, “Expert! I was wrong! Please be merciful, please Yin be merciful. I was blinded by profit, which is why I peeked at the treasure and jumped into the sea…”

He said this, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Because Yin wanted to cut off the news and kill him to silence him.

So, he wanted to save his life and run away, which seemed right, didn’t it?

This seemed unrelated to whether he peeked or not, didn't it?

The other person simply wanted to kill him.

And Zhang Feng, upon hearing the name Yin, asked curiously:

“Who is he? The treasure map you mentioned, is it the location of the Celestial Palace?”

“Yes…” The tomb robber saw that this expert seemed unaware and cautiously asked, “You’re not Yin’s person?”

As he spoke, hope for survival ignited within him, and he continued:

“Does the expert want to find the Celestial Palace? I know it’s in the West Sea! But… the West Sea is too vast…

However!

As long as the expert takes me there, I can use all my lifelong knowledge to find the Celestial Palace’s location for the expert!”

In his words, he didn't mention finding Yin or asking him directly for the map.

Because Yin’s influence was vast and deeply hidden.

He was afraid that if he and Zhang Feng went there, not only would they not find the person, but they might also end up as cannon fodder.

This included his previous thought of killing Yin, which was just an angry remark like 'I'll kill so-and-so' in everyday life, but difficult to implement.

“That’s too slow to find.” Zhang Feng looked at him, “Do you know Yin’s whereabouts?”

“No…” He shook his head.

Zhang Feng nodded, “Write down all your geomancy secret arts.”

…

Three days later, in the afternoon.

Zhang Feng was at his home, studying geomancy secret arts.

At the same time.

Boss, who had just arrived, looked at the tomb robber kneeling in the living room and said to Zhang Feng, who was sitting in the grand armchair:

“Taoist Priest Zhang, we have investigated the matter you entrusted to us two days ago.”

He then added with some difficulty, “This Yin is the head of a large organization.

And our organization is far inferior to him in terms of certain capabilities…

If we were to negotiate with him, we probably wouldn’t be able to achieve equal terms.”

“Meaning, you can’t communicate as equals.” Zhang Feng understood what he meant.

It simply meant that the other party’s influence was much greater than theirs.

“Yes.” Boss, hearing Taoist Priest Zhang speak so directly, felt a bit awkward in front of the tomb robber, an outsider, but quickly confessed:

“They have a lot of influence, and some people stand guard for them.”

‘They really want to find Yin…’ The tomb robber heard their conversation and knew this expert was truly bold.

Of course, this was because he didn't know Zhang Feng's true cultivation level.

In his opinion, Zhang Feng was at most 'Foundation Establishment (Minor Accomplishment)', higher than his 'Qi Condensation (Minor Accomplishment)'.

But in fact, Zhang Feng was almost ready to form his Core.

And his combat power far surpassed that of Foundation Establishment (Perfected).

Even if a thousand Foundation Establishment (Perfected) cultivators came now, they wouldn't be enough for Zhang Feng to kill.

Boss then handed over the file, which belonged to Yin’s company.

Zhang Feng roughly looked through it and understood.

This company operated in multiple illicit ways.

And in the underworld, it had many dedicated personnel, even employing professional assassins.

They not only habitually oppressed honest people but also forcibly made ordinary citizens without background or connections sign contracts through a form of usury, continuously exploiting them. They were truly wicked.

Thinking about this era of wild growth, especially in a world with spiritual energy.

Zhang Feng found these crimes quite normal.

However, Boss’s company, though seemingly armed, was more focused on exploring ruins and dealing with unexpected situations.

Boss and his people didn't disturb the public or do anything outrageous; relatively speaking, they were good people.

Boss and his people were more concerned with the research conducted by their own organization.

“This company and this Yin, leave them to me.” Zhang Feng had no particular opinion on these matters, but directly asked Boss:

“Do you have his number? We are all civilized people, I plan to try diplomacy before resorting to force.”

‘He’s scared after all…’ The tomb robber found some joy in his misery; seeing Zhang Feng 'soften' brought him a certain pleasure.

“Okay…” Boss sighed in relief upon hearing Taoist Priest Zhang’s words. He was afraid Taoist Priest Zhang would resort to force.

If that happened, and a misunderstanding arose, leading to a conflict between the two sides, it would truly be a major issue.

Boss knew his organization was completely inadequate, and he didn't think Taoist Priest Zhang would help with matters unrelated to the Celestial Palace.

Because in his view, Taoist Priest Zhang was someone who only cared about his own affairs.

And now, Taoist Priest Zhang seemed to be opting for a peaceful resolution.

So he was definitely happy.

“I’ll follow Taoist Priest Zhang’s arrangements!”

As he spoke, he also took out his phone and, with a touch of social grace, added, “Taoist Priest Zhang, I actually feel that calling directly might be a bit too abrupt.

Should I find some people to see if we can arrange a meeting with Yin, so we can sit down and talk then?”

“To meet him, I still need to pull strings and find people?” Zhang Feng saw that Boss seemed to have misunderstood his meaning, and while dialing the phone, he said:

“What I mean by trying diplomacy before resorting to force is that if we can cooperate, that’s best, so they can live a bit longer.

If not, you can book me a train ticket to Peng Province today.

I’ll go directly to his company to find him.”

“You…” Boss was stunned after hearing that the other party was going to die either way, “You call this ‘trying diplomacy before resorting to force’?”

‘Is he truly not afraid of death… or is he hiding his strength?’ The tomb robber was also puzzled.

“Why keep such a person alive?” Zhang Feng said indifferently, as if killing someone was no different from eating a meal.

“I'll just eliminate him on the way to get the information.”

“You…” Boss didn't know what to say anymore, nor did he dare to say anything.

He could only secretly congratulate himself now, fortunate that his own organization had no problems.

Otherwise, Taoist Priest Zhang might have casually eliminated him on the way to find the Celestial Palace.

At the same time.

As Boss was feeling relieved.

After hearing a few beeps from the phone, Zhang Feng found that the other party actually answered.

“Yin?” Zhang Feng inquired.

And Boss and the tomb robber subconsciously held their breath, listening quietly.

“Who are you?” At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the other end, with a tone of high-and-mighty questioning, “How do you have my private number? Who told you?”

‘Just because I know your surname, I can’t be a telemarketer?’ Zhang Feng had always been puzzled by such opening remarks, wondering why the other party had such a high-and-mighty questioning mentality.

It was as if being able to reach the other party’s phone was some great crime.

But thinking that the other party would die sooner or later.

Zhang Feng still calmly said, “You don’t need to ask where I got your number. I only know now that you have a Celestial Palace map in your possession.”

“How do you know?” Yin clearly had a curious tone, “Who exactly are you?”

“Zhang Feng.” Zhang Feng did not hide, “As for your information, a tomb robber from Lianyun Avenue in Qi City told me. As for his name, I don’t know.”

“It was him?” Yin understood, “Hmm, he does know some things about me, and thank you for telling me this.

Give me a card number, or an address, and I’ll have someone send you some money. Is ten thousand enough?

Oh, and does anyone else know this information?”

As he spoke, he sounded like he was dismissing a beggar, and he also treated Zhang Feng as someone reporting information, mistakenly thinking Zhang Feng wanted some benefits.

And some people, hearing such a dismissive tone, although inwardly displeased, would happily accept it without thinking too much.

But in reality, Yin wanted to nip the problem in the bud and completely eliminate any leaked information.

Similarly, Zhang Feng, having seen all kinds of people, naturally understood his meaning,

However, when he heard that Yin was sending someone.

Zhang Feng was happy, because he had a 'guide'.

This way, he might be able to pinpoint Yin's location accurately.

Because people like this always hide themselves.

Thinking, Zhang Feng then said, “I am currently in that person’s city, to give the money in person.

I will call then and have him put the money at a designated location.”

“Okay, I’ll have him contact you then.”

The call ended.

At the same time.

In a large suburban villa several hundred miles away.

Inside and outside the house, bodyguards patrolled.

And by a coffee table inside the house.

‘Damn it! This kid is quite shrewd!’

Yin heard Zhang Feng’s reply and immediately confirmed that Zhang Feng was there to extort money.

Other than that, he didn't think much more.

As for informants finding evidence, or gang revenge.

He didn't think in that direction, because he had people and wasn't afraid of being exposed.

And his security was also very strong, always accompanied by several top assassins and bodyguards.

They could prevent various short to medium-range sniper assassinations.

Even normally, he wouldn't run around recklessly.

At most, he would go to his company in the city.

And at his company in the city, he wouldn't even care about long-range sniping.

Because if there really were an opposing gang crazy enough to use long-range snipers in the city.

That kind of headshot scene, comparable to a M country blockbuster.

That would basically mean the opposing gang and himself were self-destructing, giving up on life.

The authorities would definitely investigate to the end.

After all, snipers belonged to the military.

If they could appear on the market, the consequences would be unimaginable.

So, to some extent, Yin felt he was relatively safe.

Therefore.

He quickly looked at a trusted assassin beside him and instructed him:

“Go to Qi City and deal with someone.”

Yin said, reporting Zhang Feng’s phone number, and said solemnly:

“We don’t know his location now, the rest is up to you.

After you’re done, go hide outside for a while.

You can get the documents and money from the accounting department.”

"Don't worry, Boss!" The killer knew Boss would handle the aftermath, so he didn't ask much else, only noting the phone number before heading to the accounting office outside the villa.

It was located beneath the villa, where there was a hidden processing point for counterfeit documents.

It was Yin's private property, only for his own people, not for outsiders.

...

One day later, at ten in the evening.

The killer arrived in Qi City, escorted by the company's driver.

He then rented a standard room at a private guesthouse on Lianyun Avenue.

Through the night outside the window and the streetlights.

The killer was wiping a dagger.

He had a physique of 42, making him a master of close-quarters combat.

And it wasn't just him.

Accompanying him were four subordinates, each with a physique of around 30.

This way, during the communication with Zhang Feng, they could use more manpower to pinpoint Zhang Feng's location.

And such counter-tracking couldn't involve too many people.

Otherwise, the more people, the more chaotic it would become, and it might even alert the other party.

This was also based on Zhang Feng's conversation with Boss.

It made the killer feel that Zhang Feng was also a cautious person; although not extremely cautious, he had some caution.

At least if it were him making a deal with a Boss, he wouldn't propose a face-to-face transaction or a specific location. Instead, he would choose to find a seemingly down-and-out person on the street and observe them for a period.

If he confirmed that the person was alone in this city, or usually didn't have obvious social connections.

He would kill this person and then use this person's card number to have Boss transfer the money.

Apart from that, as long as it was a living person, there was a risk of exposure.

Even buying some cards or borrowing cards from strangers involved contact.

This killer was very cautious.

'This person named Zhang Feng doesn't even know he's about to face me.'

The killer took out his phone, looked at Zhang Feng's number, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

'Consider yourself unlucky for offending Yin.'

As his thoughts arose, two of his subordinates went to other rooms in the guesthouse.

The driver was on a nearby bed, holding a communicator, ready to report at any moment.

And the windows of these rooms were all aimed at the dilapidated residential area of the tomb raider.

The remaining two subordinates went downstairs, searching for easy places to hide and observe.

Once everything was arranged.

The killer also dialed Zhang Feng's number.

It rang about three times.

Then, at the fourth ring, the killer suddenly froze.

Because a phone ringtone sounded behind him.

"I noticed you an hour ago."

In the empty space behind the killer.

Zhang Feng held his phone, looking at the killer and driver who had stiffly turned around.

And the tomb raider had also been brought by Zhang Feng, so after getting the treasure map, the accuracy of the treasure map could be ensured.

It's just that the tomb raider was now in a daze.

Because just a few seconds ago, they were still at home.

But a few seconds later, as the phone rang, Zhang Feng took him and traveled hundreds of meters in two seconds, arriving at this guesthouse.

'He has become a Celestial...' The tomb raider, like the killer and driver, was also stunned.

Zhang Feng, however, approached the killer a few steps, looking at his still-dialing phone.

"Although I noticed you were quite special early on, I wasn't sure if it was you. But once you made that call, and I saw the number you were dialing on your phone, I was certain."

Zhang Feng's Spiritual Sense covered a three-mile radius, and he had discovered this killer long ago.

"You..."

The killer, facing such an assassination situation for the first time, was so scared his mind couldn't process it.

And then at this moment.

The driver quickly reacted, wanting to press the communicator's button.

Whoosh—

But the next second, the killer didn't see Zhang Feng make any move, yet the communicator that should have been in the driver's hand floated to Zhang Feng's side in the blink of an eye.

When he saw such a bizarre scene.

The killer, always known for his steady hands, was so shocked his hands trembled, and the dagger in his hand unconsciously dropped to the ground.

"No need for them to come back. They've already lost their chance. They will all die of sudden illness in the coming days."

Zhang Feng said, opening the communicator.

From inside came loud gasping sounds, "Hoh-hoh."

A few more seconds passed. While the two killers still held some hope, hoping that what Zhang Feng said was false, and hoping their companions would discover the anomaly and contact Yin for reinforcements.

The communicator fell silent.

"Quick, call 1..."

"What's wrong with you..."

At the same time, downstairs, many passersby suddenly saw a person eating by the roadside suddenly collapse.

The killer, hearing the shouts, stiffly turned his head and saw the person who had fallen downstairs was one of the four.

And in the crowd, the two who should have been upstairs, and one across the street.

The three of them now, as if lost their souls, were walking in three different directions.

Such a sight had gone beyond what normal people could comprehend.

"You... you're not human..."

The killer no longer felt that Zhang Feng encountering him was bad luck; instead, he felt that his luck had run out, and he had fallen into the hands of a ghost or deity.

"You drive, you lead the way."

Zhang Feng turned and walked out of the guesthouse, "Take me to your Boss."

...

The next day, in the morning.

Outside a five-story office building named 'Yinchuanmu' in the city center, there was still a bustling flow of people and cars, exceptionally lively.

And inside this building, the liveliness was no less than outside.

Because working at Yin's company was very leisurely.

The subordinates drank tea and chatted idly in the office hall on the first floor, or played cards and boasted.

On the second, third, and fourth floors were the regular offices for company business.

The fifth floor was where Yin was located.

The research on the mysterious ruins was in another basement of his villa, an absolute secret.

And at around ten in the morning.

A car stopped at the company entrance.

At the same time, the killer and the tomb raider got out of the car, trembling like sieves, their minds still replaying the terrifying events of an hour ago.

Because just half an hour ago.

The killer had led the way, taking Zhang Feng to the villa.

Then, not a single person was left alive.

Over a hundred people inside and outside the villa all died within seconds.

"Your Boss is quite lucky."

Now, outside the bustling company.

Zhang Feng got out of the car, looking at this rather imposing company building.

"I didn't find him at the villa, so he got to live an extra half an hour."

"Celestial..." The killer heard Zhang Feng speak, and his legs went weak, ready to kneel and beg for mercy.

The tomb raider was too scared to speak, but he also knew that Yin wouldn't live.

Zhang Feng, however, used Spiritual Energy to lift them both, taking them into the company's first-floor lobby.

"Brother Chen!"

The surrounding subordinates, seeing the killer enter, immediately stood up to greet him.

However, they also noticed that the usually stern killer, Brother Chen, seemed a bit off today.

Not only was his face pale, but his body was also shaking like dice.

"He..."

The killer also wanted to say something at this moment.

Ding-dong—

At this moment, more than thirty people armed with firearms also came down from the elevator and emergency exit on the first floor.

Yin had already learned what happened at his home through a subordinate's report.

This subordinate had happened to be out buying groceries while Zhang Feng was killing, thus escaping the calamity, and had the chance to report the matter.

And the closed-circuit cameras at home had also captured Zhang Feng's appearance.

Now that Zhang Feng had come so openly, he was naturally discovered.

And facing such a non-human as Zhang Feng.

Yin, upstairs, no longer cared about the bustling city street and directly ordered his subordinates to block him.

But in the next second.

Zhang Feng saw these people arrive, and after sensing Yin upstairs with his Spiritual Sense.

Boom—

Ten condensed talismans formed instantly, and powerful Earth-attribute Spiritual Energy surged. The entire reinforced concrete office building trembled as if it were butter.

"What happened..."

"What's going on over there?"

The strange scene now attracted many gazes from the street.

And the next second, sharp Earth Thorns surged repeatedly from the ground within the office floors.

Pfft...

With the sound of flesh being pierced.

The subordinates throughout the building, as well as the gunmen who hadn't had time to pull their triggers, were impaled by Earth Thorns emerging from the surrounding walls.

But these Earth Thorns only targeted them, not harming the normal-acting staff.

"He... Celestial..."

"Run..."

Those normal staff, seeing such a divine sight, for a moment felt no relief, but rather were scared out of their wits.

Most of them, especially those in the first-floor lobby, screamed repeatedly at this moment and ran directly out of the company.

Zhang Feng swept them with his Spiritual Sense, and seeing that they carried no information, he paid no attention to these irrelevant people.

Tap-tap—

Footsteps echoed in the blood-stained lobby.

But the moment Zhang Feng's foot landed, the blood seemed to have a life of its own, avoiding the ground where Zhang Feng was about to step, revealing clean tiles.

The surrounding corpses also strangely avoided him, clearing a path.

"Faster, faster!"

The people in the lobby, seeing Zhang Feng become less and less human, ran even more frantically.

"Ugh..." Some even gagged physiologically amidst the corpses and horror.

Zhang Feng, however, looked at the elevator, and when it opened, it revealed Yin's blood-stained figure.

The four people protecting him inside the elevator had their chests burst open.

Within the range of his Spiritual Sense, as long as the opponent's combat power was lower than Zhang Feng's, as long as the opponent didn't possess Zhang Feng's level of rule application.

Zhang Feng, who had only superficially learned biological modification techniques, had already achieved mastery over the lives of all living beings in this world.

"Yin."

At the same time.

Zhang Feng looked at the trembling Yin and at the file bag tightly clutched in his hand.

"I've come to get something from you."

As he spoke, the file slipped from Yin's hand into Zhang Feng's palm.

He then opened it.

The tomb raider behind him stared blankly for a moment, then trembled and confirmed it was real.

"Well then, farewell everyone."

Zhang Feng replied with a smile, but Yin and the tomb raider were instantly decapitated without a sound.

Then, under the gaze of the remaining people in the company.

Zhang Feng took one step out of the company, and with another step, he ascended into the sky, treading on clouds, under the shocked gazes of the people on the street.