Reincarnation Paradise: The Void Debt Collector

Feng Zhenghao saw Lin Yi and Zhang Zhiwei standing there at a glance, and a warm smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Old Heavenly Master, you are such a rare guest!" Feng Zhenghao walked up quickly and held Zhang Zhiwei's hand tightly. "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming? I could have asked Shayan and Xingtong to pick you up."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and waved his hand, "Lin Yi said he wanted to come over to see you, so I followed him. I hope I didn't disturb your work."

"No, no, I'd love for you two to come!" Feng Zhenghao said, turning around and signaling to the security guard, then enthusiastically invited the two to enter the building, "Please come in, please come in."

Led by Feng Zhenghao, they walked through the spacious and bright lobby and took the elevator directly to the VIP room on the top floor of the Tianxia Group Building.

It is elegantly decorated with wide floor-to-ceiling windows that offer an unobstructed view of the entire city.

Feng Zhenghao asked the two to sit down and personally brewed a pot of fine tea for them.

"Old Master, Little Friend Lin, please taste this tea and see how it tastes." Feng Zhenghao smiled and handed the two of them exquisite teacups.

Zhang Zhiwei took the teacup, took a sip, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, "Good tea, full of fragrance, and endless sweetness."

Lin Yi also tasted it carefully, then nodded and praised: "It is indeed good tea, Uncle Feng is really thoughtful and considerate."

Feng Zhenghao smiled and shook his head, "As long as you two like it." He changed the subject and sighed, "Old Heavenly Master, your trip down the mountain this time has really caused quite a stir."

"In just a few days, you two have almost wiped out all the gangs in the south. The remaining gangs are probably hiding now, not even daring to show their faces."

You know, Quan Xing has always been known for his freedom and ability to do anything, but now he has been forced into such a miserable state, which is unprecedented in the entire alien world.

But there was no way. Facing a combination like Zhang Zhiwei and Lin Yi, Quan Xing really had no ability to fight back.

Lin Yi can both heal and add buffs. When in danger, he will just take out the rocket launcher. It would be a miracle if Quan Xing and his gang could defeat him.

Chapter 137 Recruiting a Son-in-Law

"Zhenghao, I don't have any other requests this time. If you have any news about Quan Xing, please give it to me."

Zhang Zhiwei took a sip of the tea brought by Feng Zhenghao, but the words that came out of his mouth instantly lowered the temperature of the entire room by several degrees.

"Old Heavenly Master, I dare to ask you, are you really planning to completely eradicate Quan Xing this time?" Feng Zhenghao asked with a wry smile. He did have some information about Quan Xing members in his hands, but he hesitated whether he should reveal this information to the old Heavenly Master.

"You also know that the existence of Quan Xing is inevitable. No matter which era, there will always be some unruly people, and Quan Xing is like a garbage recycling station that collects these so-called 'garbage'. Therefore, the country will not really let you completely eliminate Quan Xing this time." Feng Zhenghao expressed his doubts.

To be honest, if the country really wants to wipe out Quan Xing, it would be a piece of cake.

However, they did not do so for a simple reason: the alien world needs the existence of all natures.

It's like in a city, where there is light there must be darkness. This is the natural law of the development of things and cannot be avoided.

Quan Xing plays the role of the dark side in the alien world, and its existence keeps the conflicts in the entire alien world under control within a certain range.

If Quanxing really disappears, no one can predict whether the organization that emerges next will be good or bad.

Therefore, the country is not willing to take this risk and would rather let Quan Xing continue to exist.

"Uncle Feng, you misunderstood this matter." Lin Yi explained with a relaxed smile, "The old Taoist priest didn't do anything when he came down the mountain this time. I was the one who eliminated those people. This account should not be attributed to the old Taoist priest."

Feng Xingtong shuddered after hearing this, and subconsciously moved to the side, keeping a certain distance from Lin Yi.

Feng Shayan showed a completely different attitude.

She looked at Lin Yi with sharp eyes, with great interest on her face.

"How many people have you eliminated along the way?" Feng Shayan asked curiously.

"Not many. So far, there are only eighty-six." Lin Yi said lightly, as if it was just a small number. "I plan to build an altar in a few days, when I kill a hundred, to commemorate our predecessors of the Trinity Sect."

Hearing this number, Feng Shayan was so shocked that she was speechless.

She originally thought that Lin Yi had only eliminated one or two people, but she didn't expect the number to be so shocking.

What made her feel even more incredible was that Lin Yi in front of her was leisurely sipping tea from a teacup, as if those lost lives had nothing to do with him. There was only calmness and composure on his face.

"Brother Lin, do you really not need to see a psychiatrist? Why do I feel like there seems to be something... wrong with your mentality?" Feng Xingtong said tentatively in a low voice.

To be honest, Lin Yi's behavior really shocked and frightened Feng Xingtong. He even equated Lin Yi with a perverted murderer.

"Oh, look how healthy I am mentally." Lin Yi said lightly, "Besides, those people in Quan Xing are not human beings at all, they are just a group of beasts. What I did was just to enforce justice."

Seeing that Lin Yi was obviously unwilling to talk more on this topic, the others tactfully stopped asking further questions.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. This is the list of the remaining members of Quan Xing. Most of them have fled the south, and there are not many left now." Feng Zhenghao broke the silence and handed over a list.

Feng Zhenghao looked at Lin Yi with deep eyes, he understood Lin Yi's intention.

The young man apparently intended to take everything on himself in order to protect the old master and others from potential threats.

He bears a deep blood feud with the Trinity Sect, so such behavior is reasonable to some extent.

Even if his behavior was a little out of line, Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei could work together to provide protection for Lin Yi.

It can be said that in this incident of the Heavenly Master coming down the mountain, Lin Yi used himself as a shield.

Zhang Zhiwei took the list, glanced at it, and casually placed it on the coffee table beside him.

"Uncle Feng, the reason I came here this time is actually because I want to ask you for help with something." Lin Yi said sincerely.

Feng Zhenghao raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Yi's serious expression. He knew that this matter must be not simple.

But he still kept smiling and said, "Just tell me, I will help you with whatever I can do."

Feng Zhenghao still likes Lin Yi very much. If Lin Yi can join his Tianxiahui, then the Feng family will have no worries.

Unfortunately, the trouble Lin Yi caused this time was too big and Feng Zhenghao couldn't handle it, so he had to give up the idea of ​​recruiting him.

"Would you consider selling your family's heirloom Soul-Binding and General-Sending Technique?"

As he spoke, Lin Yi took out three precious items: Tongtian Lu, Qi Body Origin and Fenghou Qimen, and said, "You can keep any of these three items that you like."

The Six-Storage Immortal Thief was too dangerous. Taking this into consideration, Lin Yi finally decided not to take out Barron's blood.

After all, the power of the Six Treasury Immortal Thieves is a consumable and can only be used by one person at a time. It is not suitable for people like Feng Zhenghao who need to establish and manage large organizations.

Feng Zhenghao looked at these and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

He wiped his glasses and tried to calm his shocked heart.

"Little friend Lin, you are really unexpected."

"General Ju Lingqian, if you want it, I'll give it to you. You can just take these things back."

"Oh? Uncle Feng also knows the inside story of the Eight Wonders?"

"I have some guesses, otherwise I wouldn't have asked Xingtong to practice the castrated version of the Soul Binding and General Summoning Technique."

Hearing this, Lin Yi smiled and put away the Eight Wonders in his hand. It must be said that Feng Zhenghao is really a talent. He can actually deduce the issues behind the Eight Wonders with such little information. He is really a capable person. No wonder he can lead the Feng family to become one of the Ten Lords.

"Dad, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand."

Feng Xingtong looked at Lin Yi and Feng Zhenghao who were playing charades and felt like her CPU was about to explode.

Looking at Feng Xingtong who looked stupid, Lin Yi sighed.

"Uncle Feng, is it really okay for you to hand over the Tianxiahui to Xingtong?"

".Do you want to be Shayan's boyfriend? If you come, the whole world will be yours."

It was obvious that Feng Zhenghao had no intention of handing over the Tianxiahui to Feng Xingtong, otherwise Feng Zhenghao would not be so anxious to recruit a son-in-law. To put it bluntly, he could not rely on either of his children, so he could only hope to find a reliable guy.

"Forget it, Uncle Feng. I have too many things on me now. I don't want to cheat you guys later."

Lin Yi shook his head and rejected Feng Zhenghao's proposal.

Chapter 138 Siege

"Well, if you ever change your mind, Tianxia will always welcome you."

As he spoke, Feng Zhenghao took out a secret book bound with thread and handed it to Lin Yi.

[Obtain 'Spirit Conqueror']

[Main quest completed (5/8)]

[Since 'Spirit Conscription and General Sent' is a special resource of this world, 10% of the world's source is obtained, and the current world's source is 128.7%]

“Uncle Feng, don’t let Xingtong continue to practice the art of summoning spirits and sending generals. Xingtong’s willpower isn’t particularly strong. If he really gets caught up in it, it will be troublesome.” Lin Yi said earnestly.

Feng Zhenghao sighed deeply and nodded, "Well, I understand."

Similar to the other eight unique techniques, Soul Confinement and General Summoning is also accompanied by significant side effects.

Frequent summoning of spirits is a heavy burden on the body and mind of the person serving the spirits.

Long-term over-reliance on spiritual power will gradually weaken the user's own abilities and resistance, and even worse, may lead to the loss of control over one's own consciousness.

For example, Wang Bing of the Wang family. Actually, Wang Bing's nature is not that bad. It's just that because he overused the Soul Binding and General Sent Technique, he devoured too many spirits. As a result, the remaining souls of those spirits eroded his spiritual world, causing his current behavior to become a little weird.

Through the use of the Eight Great Skills of Confining Spirits and Sending Generals, Feng Zhenghao realized that similar problems might exist in the other Eight Great Skills.

Therefore, he was not so fanatical and obsessed in his pursuit of the Eight Great Techniques.

Three days later, in a bar at night.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a scent mixed with alcohol and a hint of tobacco hit me in the face.

Under the dim lights, the interior of the bar presents a hazy and warm atmosphere.

On the bar, various wine bottles are neatly arranged, quietly waiting for tonight's guests.

The bartender skillfully mixes cocktails, and the sound of glasses clinking against each other echoes in the quiet air, adding a touch of mystery and elegance.

The guests sat in groups of three or four on sofas in the corner or on high chairs in front of the bar, chatting in low voices and occasionally bursting into lighthearted laughter.

The soft jazz music echoed in the bar, adding a touch of romance and comfort to the evening.

At the other end of the bar, on a small stage, a jazz band was playing melodious music.

Guests either swayed gently to the music or listened quietly, enjoying this unique tranquility and relaxation.

The waiter Jingye saw who was coming and the professional smile on his face froze instantly.

He stared blankly at the Taoist priest in front of him, muttering in his heart: "A Taoist priest comes to a bar? This is really the first time."

"This... Taoist priest," Jingye asked tentatively, with a hint of curiosity and confusion in his voice, "I wonder if you need anything from us?"

He had worked as a waiter for so many years, but this was the first time he saw a Taoist priest step into a place like a bar.

Taoist Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said to Jingye kindly, "Little donor, you are busy, we are just taking a look."

Lin Yi took out five hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and gently placed them on Jingye's tray. "Don't bother. We are just here to look for someone. Consider this money as a tip for you."

Under the light, those red hundred-dollar bills sparkled, as if they had some kind of magic.

Jingye's eyes lit up, and the curiosity and confusion in his heart were instantly thrown away.

He nodded and bowed, saying enthusiastically, "Hey, please come in and take a seat, gentlemen. If you can't find anyone, just call me. I'm familiar with this area."

At this moment, all eyes in the bar were focused on Lin Yi and Zhang Zhiwei.

A fat man with a gold chain around his neck kept shaking his hands, obviously extremely panicked.

He originally just wanted to come out for a drink and relax, but he didn't expect these two terrifying characters to suddenly appear here.

Realizing that the other party had ill intentions, the fat man would naturally not sit still and wait for death.

He instantly overturned the table in front of him and rushed towards the window of the bar, trying to escape from this dangerous place.

In his opinion, as long as he could leave this enclosed space, he would have the confidence to escape from Zhang Zhiwei's hands.

However, just as he was about to touch the window, a faint golden light appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's body.

The next second, the fat man seemed to be hit hard by some mysterious force and fell heavily from mid-air.

"Damn it, since you are going too far, I will satisfy you!" The fat man struggled to get up from the ground with a ferocious look on his face.

He quickly took out a handful of dozens of thirty-centimeter-long black needles from his waist and threw them fiercely at Zhang Zhiwei.

These black needles flashed a cold light under the light, as if carrying a deadly threat.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of shattering windows echoed throughout the bar. More than a dozen panes of glass were shattered under the fat man's fierce attack. The flying glass shards made everyone around dodge in horror.

At this time, the fat man no longer cared about the ordinary people around him.

He knew very well that Zhang Zhiwei really wanted to kill him this time, so he no longer had any scruples and decided to drag Zhang Zhiwei into this mess at all costs.