Fellow Disciples?

Chen Feng laughed when he heard that. His Daoist robes made him easy to identify—he was obviously a Daoist.

He smiled. "I suppose I'm a Daoist. I just make a living by driving away evil spirits."

"Then you know how to ward off evil? Do you know martial arts?" the woman suddenly asked curiously.

Ordinary martial arts generally were useless against common ghosts and monsters; spells were needed instead, or at least that was what the woman believed.

"I know a little," Chen Feng said with a smile.

He knew far more than a little. He was now at the early stage of true qi, and before long, he believed he would reach the middle stage. By then, his strength would soar again.

"You're going to Longjiang City too, right?" the woman asked curiously. "You look fairly presentable. There are plenty of rich people in Longjiang City, so you should be able to make some money."

The woman was very talkative.

After talking for a while and giving Chen Feng another once-over, she said he had clearly only just set out and was still too green. Chen Feng promptly asked her for advice.

The woman smiled. "When you're out in the world, the most important thing is to keep a low profile and hide what you have. That way, no one can see through you. You're dressed in Daoist robes, and your gear is quite complete. Even the hairpin on your head seems to be made of jade. This outfit must have cost quite a bit of silver!"

"If you travel like this and run into bandits, won't they rob you of everything? Plenty of people will have their eyes on you. You're far too conspicuous!"

Chen Feng laughed inwardly when he heard that. He actually hoped to run into