Tang Hao and His Son Arrive

Upon hearing the news, Ling Feng was delighted.

This function was quite good. With it, he could see through Old Jack and find out whether he really was that crooked-smiled old God King.

The system was quite considerate. Just when he was sleepy, it delivered him a pillow.

As he watched Old Jack approach him with a welcoming smile, Ling Feng unhurriedly had the Dao Protector System open Old Jack's personal information panel.

A personal information panel brimming with technological flair appeared out of thin air before Ling Feng.

Name: Old Jack

Identity: Village Chief of Sacred Soul Village

Age: 54

Martial Soul: Carrot

Soul Power: 0

...

This... well, all right!

Seeing this, Ling Feng was somewhat disappointed.

Old Jack was completely and utterly an ordinary person.

From that moment on, all the conspiracy theories about Old Jack possibly being that crooked-smiled old God King collapsed on their own.

Ling Feng had actually wanted to say this for a long time. How could Old Jack possibly be an old God King?!

If he were an old God King, would he hide away in this godforsaken backwater?

He saw Tang Hao's extraordinary nature, figured that a son would inherit his father's Martial Soul, and desperately fawned over Tang San.

The strong had the pride of the strong. That point alone made it impossible.

Now that he knew Old Jack was not a God King, Ling Feng directly withdrew the bearing of a Peerless Sword Immortal.

However, even after Ling Feng withdrew that Peerless Sword Immortal bearing,

he still possessed an immortal, otherworldly air that made people unable to resist looking up at him and worshipping him.

Old Jack took a deep breath and noticeably slowed his pace after leaving the house.

Forcing himself to calm down, he went forward with the utmost sincerity in his eyes and on his face.

"L-Lord Soul Master...!"

The moment Old Jack spoke, Ling Feng interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

Ling Feng silently watched Old Jack and said indifferently, "Old Jack, I will not beat around the bush with you."

"I am a Law Enforcement Elder of Spirit Hall. I came to Sacred Soul Village to capture a fugitive father and son.

According to the Great Enshriner's divination, that father and son may prove detrimental to Spirit Hall in the future."

As he spoke, Ling Feng directly took out his Law Enforcement Elder token and showed it to Old Jack.

When Old Jack saw the Spirit Hall token displayed before him, he could not help swallowing.

It really was a Spirit Hall token.

As the village chief of Sacred Soul Village, Old Jack recognized Spirit Hall's tokens.

Only after seeing that Old Jack recognized his Law Enforcement Elder token did Ling Feng put it away.

At the same time, he continued speaking to Old Jack, "Therefore, I have come to Sacred Soul Village bearing the Great Enshriner's will, to eliminate this father and son who may harm Spirit Hall in the future."

"It seems, however, that I arrived a little early."

"That father and son who may harm Spirit Hall in the future have not yet arrived at Sacred Soul Village."

"So I intend to wait here for the rabbit to come to me.

But in order not to alert them and cause them to give up entering Sacred Soul Village,

I have come to ask for your help and stay here for a few days while I am at it."

"Village Chief Old Jack, you should welcome me, should you not?!"

At this point, Ling Feng fixed his gaze on Old Jack. His words were stern, and his voice brooked no doubt.

That arrogant posture fully embodied the word domineering.

He was unreasonable and left no room for negotiation.

Old Jack: "...!"

Just listen to that commanding tone.

Anyone who knew would know he was asking for help, wanting to stay here for a few days.

Anyone who did not know would think Old Jack was his subordinate.

But after all, the other party was a Lord Soul Master of noble status, while he himself was merely a lowly commoner.

Therefore, even though Old Jack wanted to complain, he did not dare say anything.

Meekly, he invited Ling Feng into the house.

"No problem, no problem. There's no problem at all, Lord Soul Master."

"I live here alone, and the house is quite large. There are plenty of rooms as well."

"Please come in, Lord Soul Master. You may stay for as long as you wish."

Old Jack spoke respectfully as he bent over obsequiously and made a welcoming gesture.

Ling Feng followed Old Jack into the house.

Soul Masters were of noble status and had notoriously bad tempers. Knowing this well, Old Jack did not dare show the slightest neglect.

He entertained Ling Feng with great enthusiasm, afraid that any lapse in hospitality would displease him.

Seeing Old Jack deliberately trying to curry favor with him, Ling Feng did not refuse and accepted it with a clear conscience.

In a world where the weak were prey to the strong, the weak catering to the strong was the essence of the world.

Cultivation was for becoming strong, for becoming someone above others.

Ling Feng was not so noble, so naturally he was no exception.

If he did not want to curry favor with others, then he should work hard to become strong!

"Lord Soul Master, please have a seat. I'll go make you some tea!"

Old Jack took the initiative to bring over a chair.

Then he hurried off again to make tea for Ling Feng.

Although Old Jack, as the village chief of Sacred Soul Village, lived somewhat better than the other villagers,

he was not from a wealthy or aristocratic family, merely an ordinary lower-middle-class household.

Therefore, the tea leaves he could offer were only low-quality tea.

Yet even low-quality tea was a luxury in a remote, impoverished place like Sacred Soul Village. Being able to serve it meant his household was already considered quite well-off.

Considering that the other party was a Lord Soul Master of noble status, Old Jack did not use the well water from his home to make tea. Instead, he used clearer mountain spring water.

Before long, Old Jack had boiled the spring water.

Limited by his circumstances and environment, Old Jack had never encountered the art of tea, so his method of brewing it was crude and simple, like making pickles.

He poured boiling water into a cup, then took a small amount of tea leaves from the tea tin and placed them into the cup full of boiling water.

After waiting for it to slowly cool to a drinkable temperature, he brought the tea over to Ling Feng.

Old Jack held the cup handle with one hand and supported the bottom with the other, gently placing the teacup on the table beside Ling Feng.

With a smile blooming across his face like a chrysanthemum, he invited Ling Feng to drink.

Ling Feng fell silent as he looked at the tea Old Jack had brought.

A 250-milliliter cup filled with boiling water, with a few pieces of low-quality tea leaves tossed inside—Ling Feng truly had no appetite for it.

Without leaving a trace, he gently pushed it aside with his elbow.

Then he closed his eyes and lightly tapped the tabletop with five fingers.

He wondered whether Tang Hao would still come, and when he would arrive at Sacred Soul Village.

He could not possibly stay here for ten days or half a month.

His time was limited. At most, he could wait three days.

If they did not come within three days, he would give up.

The next time, he would wait until Tang San first began to show his brilliance, then personally strike and kill Tang San.

As the Child of Fortune of this plane, Tang San would certainly rise like a newly born star in the future, leading the Shrek Seven Devils to fame across the entire continent.

Thus, Ling Feng was not worried that he would fail to find him.

When Old Jack saw that Ling Feng had not drunk the tea and had instead gently pushed it aside with his elbow,

his heart immediately skipped a beat.

This was not a matter of whether Ling Feng was giving him face. He had failed in his hospitality.

A person's subtle actions best revealed whether they were in a good or bad mood.

The Lord Soul Master had not drunk the tea. Did that not clearly mean he was displeased?

The Lord Soul Master looked down on his tea leaves!

But those tea leaves were already the best tea he could offer.

One tin cost dozens of Gold Soul Coins.

In all of Sacred Soul Village, only he, the village chief, had no family to support and lived alone, so he could afford to buy and drink it.

He knew his tea leaves were low-grade and could hardly catch the eye of a Lord Soul Master.

But he had even gone out of his way to brew it with precious mountain spring water.

Watching Ling Feng sit with his eyes closed, his five fingers slowly tapping the table without rhythm,

Old Jack broke out in a cold sweat.

"L-Lord Soul Master!"

"Is... is this... this tea... not to your liking, Lord Soul Master?" Old Jack asked anxiously.

Hearing this, Ling Feng opened his eyes.

He looked at Old Jack, who stood hesitantly at the side, filled with unease.

Then his gaze fell upon the tea beside him.

"No, I do not drink tea," Ling Feng said blandly.

Old Jack understood the meaning behind Ling Feng's words. It was not that he did not drink tea; he clearly thought the grade of Old Jack's tea leaves was too low.

However, since Ling Feng had given him a way out, Old Jack took it.

Forcing a smile, he said, "So it turns out Lord Soul Master does not drink tea. You nearly scared me to death!"

Meanwhile, after more than half a day of fleeing, Tang Hao finally arrived outside his destination—Sacred Soul Village—with Tang San, who was still swaddled in his arms.

Sacred Soul Village was remotely located. By living in seclusion here, he could evade Spirit Hall's pursuit.

At the same time, the villagers here were simple and honest. Living in seclusion here could also give Tang San a complete childhood.

Tang Hao stood there and pondered for a moment before directly carrying Tang San into Sacred Soul Village.