Gold Swallowing Gu and Iron Eating Gu

In the days that followed, Zhou Feng continued drifting around the marketplace as usual.

He was waiting for the people from Medicine King Valley to make the first move.

For various reasons, he had not chosen to strike first, instead opting to wait for the prey to come to him.

As a local power, Medicine King Valley naturally had its own rules for doing things. Even if they wanted to seize things by force, they still had to follow certain procedures.

After all, public reputation could affect business.

Zhou Feng had long figured out how things worked. When Medicine King Valley encountered outsiders trying to steal their business, they generally started with intimidation.

They would see whether these outsiders were strong enough and whether their connections were powerful enough.

If they had neither strength nor connections, the simplest approach was to act directly.

If they had both strength and connections, then they would adapt to the situation.

Going with the wind was an ability every faction possessed.

"Pretty arrogant, aren't you?"

Watching Zhou Feng stroll about without a care in the world, Zhao Mingwang could not help teasing him.

Zhao Mingwang could not quite figure Zhou Feng out either. His cultivation seemed to have only just reached that of a First-turn Gu Cultivator.

Yet Zhou Feng carried an inexplicable sense of danger. The moment one looked closely, however, he seemed utterly ordinary again.

Then there was Zhou Feng's manner of speech and conduct. He did not seem like a young man at all, but more like an old man, never hurried or flustered no matter what he did.

"Arrogant? Is this considered arrogant?"

Zhou Feng did not think he was being particularly arrogant.

Compared to before, his temper had already mellowed considerably.

If this had been in the past, he