Lin Feng had spoken the truth.
Goddamn it, you dared to bring out government silver this openly?
This was Hongzhou, under the jurisdiction of Jiangnan West Circuit, not your bandit stronghold at Liangshan Marsh!
You were using this to test an Imperial Guard?
What Imperial Guard could withstand a temptation like this?
Government silver was called government silver because it consisted of tax revenues transported from the various regions to the imperial court. Since it was tax revenue, other considerations naturally fell by the wayside. These were hefty fifty-tael ingots, with inscriptions on their undersides.
Lin Feng turned one over and looked. Jiangnan West Circuit.
Hmm?
They had even taken it from nearby.
Well, well. So you were the one who stole the government silver?
Divine light shone in Lin Feng's eyes. Daoist Liang had upright features, but they were so perfectly upright that they looked false, without a trace of humanity.
Lin Feng released his vital energy, carrying a vast tide of fury like a ferocious tiger. Behind him, the Dragon-Tiger Qi that represented his standing also began to rage. As an Imperial Guard, Lin Feng had different Dragon-Tiger Qi from other people: his contained an especially large proportion of golden dragon qi.
The Ritual Lord's aura collided with the Dragon-Tiger Qi, forming a new storm. Within that storm, Lin Feng remained utterly unruffled, but the other young men felt the air in the warehouse grow so oppressive that they could barely breathe.
The livestock sensed it even before they did. Their forelegs suddenly buckled, and they knelt on the ground, their bowels loosening.
No matter how their owners whipped them, they refused to get up.
The Ritual Lord flew into a rage. Daoist Liang hurriedly prostrated himself. "Please calm your anger, imperial envoy! Please calm your anger! This