Wang Chong's eyes narrowed slightly at Lin Feng's words. For him, ten thousand wasn't a significant amount, but for an ordinary person, it was a huge sum—likely more than a family might earn in a year! Even the highest offer from the monks and Taoists he'd consulted before was only around fifteen thousand.
"Young man, are you certain you can handle this? If you can, the money is no issue. But if you dare to deceive me…" Wang Chong's voice was calm as he continued, "…I won't hesitate to crush you as easily as I'd squash an ant."
"Don't worry, I won't deceive you. And even if I did, there wouldn't be much you could do about it," Lin Feng replied, fully aware that Wang Chong was no ordinary figure. But that was only true in the context of regular people; to Lin Feng, it was inconsequential.
"Haha… I like your confidence!" Wang Chong laughed. It had been a long time since anyone dared to show such nonchalance in his presence.
"Very well! Let's head to the construction site," Wang Chong said as he turned toward his Hummer.
"No need to go to the site," Lin Feng replied, shaking his head. He then spent the few bills he had left on the cheapest set of ink, paper, and brush he could find at the market.
Lin Feng casually wrote a few characters on the paper and handed it to Wang Chong.
Wang Chong stared at the seemingly nonsensical scribbles, looking confused. His face darkened as he asked, "You can't be serious… Are you telling me that this piece of paper will solve everything?"
"Exactly! You've got it right," Lin Feng replied calmly. "Take this paper back and hang it at the entrance of the construction site. Make sure to protect it from rain and theft. Leave it up for a while, and the problem will be gone."
This wasn't just any paper. Lin Feng had written a special talisman using his spiritual energy as ink. As long as the weasel spirit had any sense, it would steer clear after seeing this symbol. Of course, if it was foolish enough to ignore it and trespass, it would only be inviting its own doom.
Wang Chong glanced back and forth between Lin Feng and the paper in his hand, his expression uncertain. *Didn't he just say this would be a difficult task? And now he's handing me a piece of paper with random symbols on it and charging me ten thousand?*
Wang Chong had serious doubts that he was being scammed. But seeing the unwavering seriousness on Lin Feng's face, he thought—*Maybe it's real?*
"Fine! I'll trust you this once. But if you're lying to me, I'll make sure your entire family pays the price," Wang Chong said coldly.
The temperature seemed to drop instantly, as if the air itself had frozen.
"Say that again," Lin Feng replied, his face devoid of emotion, his gaze fixed intently on Wang Chong.
Under Lin Feng's chilling stare, a shiver ran down Wang Chong's spine, and he felt a foreboding sense of danger, as if his life might end at any moment.
"You didn't understand me?" Lin Feng lifted his eyelids slightly.
"Take it easy, young man!" Wang Chong stammered, suddenly tense. He wasn't sure why, but something inside him screamed that he needed to back down. His intuition—one that had saved him countless times—told him the consequences would be dire if he didn't.
"There are some things you say, and some things you don't. Understand?" Lin Feng's tone remained icy.
"Now, pay up. Ten thousand in full. No installments," he added.
Wang Chong exhaled a long breath, releasing some of the tension.
Seeing Lin Feng gesture towards the Hummer, two men in black quickly approached with a metal case in hand. When they opened it, the case was filled with stacks of hundred-yuan bills—probably fifty or sixty thousand.
Wang Chong took out ten thousand and handed it to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng hadn't expected Wang Chong to carry so much cash on him! After taking the money, he paused and added, "Actually, one talisman might not be enough. How about I draw a couple more for added protection?"
"No need!" Wang Chong's mouth twitched slightly. Does he think I'm a fool? He already felt a bit ridiculous paying ten thousand for a single piece of paper, let alone buying more.
"Next time you want to buy, it won't be for this price," Lin Feng remarked, casting Wang Chong a sidelong glance before turning and walking away with the cash.
Lin Feng was quite satisfied with the transaction; with this ten thousand yuan, he could at least address his immediate financial needs.
As he watched Lin Feng walk away, Wang Chong's eyes flashed with suspicion. This young man gave him an unsettling sense of danger—just a single sentence from him had been enough to evoke fear. Given Wang Chong's status, there were very few people in Jinling who would dare provoke him.
Thinking this over, Wang Chong turned to one of his men.
"Xiaolong, follow him. Find out where he lives and who his family members are. I want to know exactly who this person is."
"Understood, boss!" The man named Xiaolong nodded, carefully trailing Lin Feng at a distance.
Leaving the Jiangning General Trade Market, Lin Feng headed straight for a nearby shopping street. He had mentioned earlier that he'd buy his sister some new undergarments, and he also needed to purchase two mobile phones. In today's world, phones were essential, especially if he wanted to stay connected with his sister.
He also intended to teach his sister some cultivation techniques, but the **Nine Heavens Divine Technique** could only be practiced by those with a natural spiritual constitution. Since he didn't know any other breathing methods yet, he'd have to put that idea on hold for now.
As for Xiaolong, who was following him discreetly, Lin Feng was fully aware of his presence but chose to ignore it.
"Welcome to Victoria's Secret!" A sales assistant with a charming smile greeted him as he walked into the lingerie store.
"Give me one of each of your latest designs in size 32C," Lin Feng said calmly.
With a single glance, Lin Feng had accurately assessed his sister's size as 32C. As for the styles, he wasn't familiar, so he simply asked the sales assistant to include one of each of their latest designs.
"Sir, your wife is so lucky!" the sales assistant remarked with a beaming smile, delighted at landing such a big customer. Lin Feng noticed the misunderstanding but didn't bother to correct her.
...
After spending over twenty thousand yuan on dozens of pieces of lingerie, Lin Feng headed to a phone store and bought two of the latest Huawei P70 models. Then he made a stop at the supermarket, loading up on snacks, meat, eggs, and vegetables.
Altogether, these purchases cost him over forty thousand yuan.
"Ten years have passed, and inflation is no joke. Life must be tough for regular folks," Lin Feng sighed. Despite his current capabilities, he hadn't forgotten his humble background.
Just then, he noticed Xiaolong was still trailing him. Lin Feng's lips curved in a smirk as he walked into a secluded alley. In an instant, he launched himself into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.
"Wh-what…?" Xiaolong rubbed his eyes in disbelief, wondering if he'd just imagined it.
By the time Xiaolong realized Lin Feng had truly vanished, he was so startled that his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground. Trembling, he pulled out his phone and called Wang Chong.
"Well? How did it go?" Wang Chong demanded.
"B-Boss… I… I lost him!" Xiaolong stammered.
"Lost him? Were you raised on garbage?" Wang Chong snapped.
"No, really! I followed him the whole time. After he took the money, he went and bought a bunch of women's underwear, then two Huawei phones, plus a load of groceries and snacks, and then…"
"And then what?" Wang Chong pressed, irritated.
"And then… he flew away!"
"Flew away!!?? What, did a helicopter come to pick him up?"
"No, he… he flew off by himself!"
…
At a large construction site, Wang Chong put down his phone, his expression shifting unpredictably.
*Flew away?* How was that even possible?
*How could anyone in the world actually fly? That's pure nonsense,* Wang Chong thought, frustrated.
At that moment, the construction site manager, wearing a red hard hat, approached and eyed the white piece of paper hanging near the gate with skepticism. "Boss, are you sure this paper can really ward off evil? It looks no different from something my first-grader could draw."
"It'll have to work! What other choice do we have?" Wang Chong snapped, feeling a surge of unexplainable anger. He decided he'd head back soon to blow off steam with a few celebrities—otherwise, he might just explode from frustration.
But just as he turned away, a sudden, thunderous crack rang out, like a bolt of lightning striking the earth. Wang Chong turned back, his face pale with shock.
The plain white paper now emitted a faint purple glow, illuminating the area beneath it. And there, lying charred beneath the paper, was the scorched corpse of a small creature—a weasel!
"Wha… what the…?" The site manager was frozen in place, mouth agape, unable to utter a word.
He'd never seen anything so bizarre—a bolt of lightning seeming to strike from the paper itself, killing an old weasel right on the spot.
"Incredible! That's… powerful!"
Wang Chong, on the other hand, was thrilled. He now realized he had truly encountered a master!
...
Meanwhile, about eight or nine kilometers from the construction site, inside a dark cave, an elderly man with graying hair suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Something's happened to Huang Huang!" he gasped.
"Who dares to harm my Huang Huang?" Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face twisted in fury as he bolted toward the direction of the construction site.