After leaving home, Lin Feng ran directly to the heart of Jinling City.
With his speed, the forty-kilometer journey took only a few minutes. He could have arrived in a single minute by sword flight, but with Jinling's densely populated areas, he decided against such a flashy approach.
As for making money?
For Lin Feng, there were countless ways to earn money. He could set up formations, refine pills, create talismans, heal, or even perform feng shui consultations. Any one of these skills could bring him a fortune in no time.
After a moment of thought, Lin Feng made his way to a market in the northern part of the city.
This market, called the "Jiangning General Trade Market," wasn't the largest in Jinling, but it was certainly the most eclectic.
Here, you could find everything—household goods, folk remedies, jewelry, antiques, and jade. There were even a few fortune-tellers and exorcists offering their services.
The market's chaotic mix made Jiangning a true no-man's land, a place even the city's enforcement officers found overwhelming.
Lin Feng picked an empty spot, sat down cross-legged, and took out a red brick. On the ground in front of him, he wrote a line of text:
"Renting Myself for Two Hours: Master of All Trades, Jack of None, Price Negotiable."
After setting everything up, Lin Feng closed his eyes, waiting patiently for the right person to come along.
The bustling market soon spread word of the strange stall, drawing a crowd of curious onlookers who came by just to take a look and enjoy the spectacle. But no one dared to step forward and inquire further.
The sign was simply too outrageous. *Master of all trades, knows everything?* Who did he think he was—an immortal? Even an immortal wouldn't make such bold claims! To them, he had to be a fraud.
People stood around, pointing and whispering. Some came up with a teasing attitude, asking bizarre questions just to mock him:
"Can you cure impotence?"
"Can you add five centimeters?"
Lin Feng, naturally, ignored anyone who approached with such mocking questions.
Meanwhile, inside a black Hummer parked on the street nearby, a group of men watched Lin Feng intently through the window.
One of the burly men leaned toward the middle-aged man in the back seat and whispered,
"Boss, this guy's way too young! He's probably just a braggart. We should go look somewhere else—we can't afford to waste more time! If we don't find a solution soon, there could be serious trouble at the construction site!"
The middle-aged man sighed, "But experts in dealing with supernatural problems aren't exactly easy to find."
His name was Wang Chong, chairman of a large construction group in Jinling. Recently, strange and unsettling incidents had been happening at one of his company's construction sites.
Workers had started hearing the cries of a child in the middle of the night. But whenever they went out to investigate, they found nothing. The moment they returned to their quarters, the crying would start up again.
Last night, one worker who went out to use the restroom claimed he saw a weasel staring at him and smiling. The creature had spoken to him, asking, "Young man, do I look more like a human or like an immortal?"
The worker, terrified, had run back to his dorm, only to collapse with a high fever upon arrival. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong, yet he was still bedridden in the hospital.
These incidents had driven Wang Chong to his wit's end. He had come to Jiangning General Trade Market in person, hoping to find a true expert who could resolve the situation.
Wang Chong had indeed found a few supposed "masters" earlier, but they had all turned out to be useless frauds. Thinking about it now, he couldn't help but rub his temples, feeling utterly drained. This project was worth over two billion, with ten billion in profit on the line for him alone. Any more delays, and he'd be facing a significant financial loss.
"Boss, I heard there's a real expert in the southern part of the city!" one of the men suggested.
"An expert? That old guy's just a scammer! I know more about him than you do."
"Then what should we do?"
"I'm not paying you to ask me what to do! Useless!"
…
With Lin Feng's sharp hearing, he had already picked up the conversation inside the Hummer. This sparked an idea in his mind, and he immediately called out loudly,
"Master of all trades! Specialist in exorcisms, demon subjugation, and ghost suppression! Anyone in need of such services, come find me now!"
Then, he quickly began packing up his stall as if ready to leave.
Sure enough, just as he expected, a middle-aged man leapt out of the Hummer, shouting,
"Wait, young man!"
*Gotcha!* Lin Feng's lips curved into a subtle smile as he stopped, turning to size up the man.
The middle-aged man had a square face, thick eyebrows, and an imposing demeanor that commanded respect. This type of person was either involved in organized crime or held a high-ranking position—either way, definitely not an ordinary person.
More importantly, a faint black aura hovered over his forehead—a sign commonly referred to as "darkened brow" in folk sayings. This wasn't visible to the average person, but with Lin Feng's awakened spiritual sight, he could spot it immediately.
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Wang Chong! I—"
"I'm short on time; get to the point," Lin Feng interrupted, adopting an air of authority.
Wang Chong paused, giving Lin Feng a long, appraising look, then described the strange occurrences happening at his construction site.
"Where's your site located?" Lin Feng asked.
"About fifty kilometers east, near the foot of Taihu Mountain," Wang Chong replied.
Hearing this, Lin Feng quickly grasped the situation. Even though this was an era of dwindling spiritual energy, the world still retained a residual flow of qi. And where there was qi, mountain spirits and lesser demons could still emerge.
The workers were likely encountering a so-called *"Huang Daxian"*—a weasel spirit trying to assert dominance. It wasn't that the creature was truly about to ascend; rather, it had simply lived long enough to develop intelligence, using its tricks and dark arts to satisfy its animalistic desires.
To be honest, a small spirit like this would likely be terrified the moment it sensed Lin Feng's presence. Still, Lin Feng purposely asked,
"I see plenty of so-called 'experts' around this market. Why did you pick me?"
"Don't get me started. The so-called masters here are all frauds, useless con artists!" Wang Chong replied with a cold expression. He added,
"I get what you're implying. How about this: if you can help me resolve this, I'll pay you twenty thousand."
Lin Feng shook his head.
"Mr. Wang, it's not as simple as you think. This situation is quite troublesome. Frankly, if you don't handle it soon, it won't just be your construction site at risk—even you could be in danger."
He fixed Wang Chong with a steady gaze and continued,
"Have you been struggling to sleep these past few nights?"
Wang Chong's heart skipped a beat at Lin Feng's words. Of course, he knew how dire things were! The site had been shut down for days, costing him tens of thousands daily. If this dragged on, his losses would be catastrophic.
And recently, he'd had an eerie feeling every night, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him while he slept. But whenever he turned on the lights, there was nothing there.
Truthfully, he hadn't had high expectations for Lin Feng; he had approached him with a "last resort" mentality.
At Lin Feng's words, Wang Chong felt a flash of shock. *Could this expressionless young man actually be the real deal?*
"So, what are you saying, young man?" he asked cautiously.
"I'm saying… you'll need to increase the payment."
Wang Chong paused, looking Lin Feng up and down. Surprisingly, he didn't feel anger; instead, he was pleased. Asking for more money meant this person might genuinely be capable—after all, a true expert wouldn't undersell their skills so easily.
"Alright then. How much do you want?"
"One hundred thousand," Lin Feng replied coolly. "And I'll guarantee this issue is resolved."