At lunch, Pan Long's questions were finally answered.
"The local County Magistrate's ancestors once received help from the god of Mount Lu, and that was how they rose from poverty," Li Qiang said. "So he won't let anyone trouble the mountain god. Someone tried to destroy him before, but with no one willing to help, they went into the mountain and never came out. The people here who do a little business on the side heard we wanted to destroy the mountain god and told me not to waste our effort. If we fail to kill him, our lives are at risk. Even if we succeed, the County Magistrate will probably take revenge when we return."
Han Feng frowned, but this time he said nothing.
He could be loud and impulsive, but he knew when a matter was serious. A County Magistrate might not rank highly, but he held real power over the district. Ordinary people would never dare offend one, and even people of the Martial World generally preferred not to cross them.
That was why the Imperial Court's strength far surpassed that of scattered martial artists.
Take Lubei County: as a county seat, it would have at least one Imperial Court expert stationed there who was close to, or had even reached, the Innate Realm. That expert would not obey the County Magistrate's every command, of course, but as long as a request did not violate his principles, he would give the County Magistrate some face and lend a hand.
With such an expert stationed there and plenty of Constables to support him, the County Magistrate could suppress anyone who refused to submit, even though he had no authority to mobilize the army.
If he wanted to protect the "mountain god," ordinary people truly had no way around