Without any hesitation, Xiao Wenbing immediately nodded in agreement.
Volume One: Farewell to the Mortal World, Chapter Thirteen: Greed
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Indeed, as Zhao Feng said, he had been holding back for far too long. If he had been constantly practicing in the quiet room, he might not have felt anything amiss, because he would have had something to focus on, and time would have flown by, so he wouldn't have cared too much about it.
But once he was out and talked to people, his mindset immediately changed. Like now, he desperately wanted to go to crowded places, squeeze in, and feel the presence of human presence.
Zhao Feng clearly understood this well. He took Xiao Wenbing out of the mountain gate in an ordinary car and drove him to Zhenxing Road in Qiu'ai Town.
"Sixth Brother, although Qiu'ai is just a town, its wealth is no less than that of the city, and there are many rich people in the town. Zhenxing Road is the most prosperous area in Qiu'ai, and it's also the most popular. How about I accompany you for a stroll?"
Xiao Wenbing had been eager to try, and secretly praised Zhao Feng for his ability to read people's minds and for knowing what he was thinking. It seemed that this leader of the outer disciples was no pushover.
With Xiao Wenbing's approval, Zhao Feng drove the car to a parking space on the side of the road.
Xiao Wenbing's eyesight was extremely sharp at this moment. Long before Zhao Feng parked his car, he had already seen that the two sides of that parking space were already full of cars, but this parking space was empty, which looked particularly conspicuous on Zhenxing Road where traffic was constantly flowing.
It wasn't that no one noticed this spot; it's just that three burly men were standing in this parking space. Their faces were full of menacing features, and their eyes gleamed with a fierce light.
Unless someone is blind, I doubt anyone would even consider using that parking space anymore.
However, Zhao Feng ignored this and drove straight past without honking. The three burly men were quick-witted and nimble; the instant Zhao Feng's car passed the parking space, they immediately drove away. Their movements were fluid, extremely efficient, and incredibly natural. If Xiao Wenbing hadn't noticed them earlier, he certainly wouldn't have realized their secret.
Xiao Wenbing was startled. He suddenly had a strange feeling that these three people must all be skilled in martial arts.
Among the people he knew, Ye Qingchun was the most skilled fighter, but if he were to face these three in a one-on-one fight, the negative consequences would likely be greater.
After getting out of the car, Xiao Wenbing's gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally toward the backs of the three of them.
Zhao Feng immediately smiled and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, these three are my disciples. They are all rough men, but they are obedient. Please don't take offense."
"Ha... how could that be? But judging from their appearance, they do look a bit like gangsters," Xiao Wenbing said casually.
Zhao Feng's smile remained unchanged, still cautious, but he never directly answered Xiao Wenbing's question.
Fortunately, Xiao Wenbing was just speaking casually and did not intend to test anyone. He strode into the crowded throng and moved freely among them.
As he walked along, he realized that Zhao Feng was indeed telling the truth; the vibrancy here was in no way inferior to the city center. He entered several shops, but the items weren't necessarily much cheaper, and some of the boutiques were quite expensive.
Zhao Feng stayed by his side the whole time, giving him pointers and introductions. Whenever Xiao Wenbing showed even the slightest interest in anything, Zhao Feng would buy it on the spot, regardless of whether it was useful or not.
Now that Xiao Wenbing had seen the three burly men, Zhao Feng stopped trying to avoid them and simply called them over to work as laborers. With these three carrying things, they were a huge eyesore on the street. Most passersby avoided them, not daring to cause any trouble.
Xiao Wenbing wasn't a big fan of shopping to begin with. After walking for an hour, his initial excitement gradually faded. He caught a whiff of a fragrance and his stomach started to ache slightly.
He suddenly remembered that although he had the support of the Foundation Establishment Pill, he hadn't eaten a meal for a month. The moment he smelled the enticing aroma, his mouth watered.
Although Zhao Feng was also walking on the street, his attention was entirely focused on Xiao Wenbing. Upon seeing his expression, he immediately understood what Xiao Wenbing was thinking.
He leaned closer and whispered, "Sixth Senior Brother, that Crystal Palace up ahead is my property. The food there is decent. If you'd do me the honor, how about we go and try it together?"
Xiao Wenbing turned around and gave him a deep look, admiring his ability to read people's expressions.
"Mr. Xiao, please."
Inside the restaurant, Zhao Feng repeatedly urged the guests to drink. He was right; this was indeed a five-star hotel, and one of the most upscale entertainment venues in Qiu'ai.
In the largest and most luxurious private room, only two people sat down to dine.
The waitresses in the private room were four young and beautiful girls. They were nimble, attentive, generous, and always had lovely smiles.
Xiao Wenbing's cup was always full of wine, and the table was already laden with delicacies. As long as he gave a slight indication of a dish, someone would naturally serve it to him.
Such attentive service truly allowed Xiao Wenbing to become thoroughly corrupt.
However, once inside the private room, Zhao Feng immediately changed his address, making it clear to Xiao Wenbing that the waitresses here had no connection with the Secret Talisman Sect and were probably just hired female employees at high salaries.
After a few rounds of drinks, Xiao Wenbing suddenly realized that he had been out for a month and had not yet returned the car he borrowed from Ye Qingchun, nor had he communicated with him at all. Could it be that Ye Qingchun thought something bad had happened to him?
Thinking of this friend, Xiao Wenbing felt a warmth in his heart. He reached into his pocket to take out his phone to charge it.
But unintentionally, a jade bottle was brought out.
Zhao Feng's eyes widened immediately. Of course he recognized this thing; it was the Foundation Establishment Pill that Daoist Xianyun had asked him to pass on to Xiao Wenbing.
"Mr. Xiao, you..."
Xiao Wenbing hadn't expected to bring out this item. He smiled slightly at Zhao Feng, offered no explanation, and put it back.
Zhao Feng's expression immediately returned to normal, as if he hadn't seen anything at all, and he resumed his eager urging to drink. This time, however, whether intentionally or not, the four beautiful young women no longer behaved themselves and began to imitate Zhao Feng, frequently urging him to drink as well.
Xiao Wenbing was secretly puzzled. Although Zhao Feng's behavior before and after had not been inappropriate, his eyes had changed.
Xiao Wenbing was able to thrive in society even after growing up in an orphanage. Besides his supernatural abilities, the biggest reason was his ability to read people, especially their eyes. The eyes of most people contain a wealth of information, and he was fortunate enough to understand what was in their gazes.
This feeling is even more pronounced now that I possess spiritual power.
Although Zhao Feng was trying his best to suppress it, his eyes still revealed his thoughts.
It was a longing, an extremely naked longing.
Volume One: Farewell to the Mortal World, Chapter Fourteen: Grandfather and Grandson
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After a while, Xiao Wenbing was completely drunk and could no longer hold his liquor. In the end, he simply climbed onto the table and refused to get up no matter how much they called him.
"You two help Mr. Xiao to the presidential suite on the 8th floor to rest. Be careful not to disturb the guest," Zhao Feng coldly ordered.
The two young ladies cautiously responded, helped Xiao Wenbing to the eighth floor, took him to his room, removed his coat, shoes, and socks, covered him with blankets, turned on the air conditioner, and then left.
Xiao Wenbing lay on the bed, emitting even and subtle snoring. However, his mind was highly focused, and everything in the room was under the surveillance of his spiritual power.
The door opened, and a person tiptoed in.
There was no sound of footsteps; the person who came was clearly skilled in martial arts, which was why they were able to do so so quietly.
A hand reached into the pocket of Xiao Wenbing's coat, which was hanging on the hanger, and took out a jade bottle. The person opened it and immediately trembled involuntarily.
Xiao Wenbing sneered inwardly, realizing he had unintentionally left a Foundation Establishment Pill in the bottle. It wasn't intentional; the pill was no longer of much use to him, so he hadn't thought much of it.
Unexpectedly, this led them to discover Zhao Feng's intentions.
However, what puzzled him was that if Zhao Feng had planned this all along, why did he hand it over to him in the first place? Wouldn't it have been simpler to just take it directly?
Upon further reflection, I immediately understood the reasoning behind it.
If he hadn't handed over the Foundation Establishment Pill to me then, it would have inevitably drawn the ire of Daoist Xianyun. But now that I'm drunk and unconscious, even if it's lost, he won't bear much responsibility.
Zhao Feng hesitated for a moment, but finally put the Foundation Establishment Pill into his pocket and turned to leave.
Xiao Wenbing leaped up, and only then did he truly experience the benefits of spiritual power. There was no need for him to track him; he could pinpoint his location firmly from several feet away.
After leaving the hotel, Xiao Wenbing hailed a taxi and directed the driver to turn east and west. After a while, they finally arrived at a luxury villa.
After dismissing the driver, Xiao Wenbing realized that what he saw in front of him was a cluster of mansions, and the most luxurious one was undoubtedly Zhao Feng's.
He went to a dark corner, sat down, and stretched his senses to their maximum.
A faint, blurry image appeared in his mind.
In the distance, on a green lawn, Xiao Wenbing saw Zhao Feng walk up to a child sitting in a wheelchair.
With his ears focused, Xiao Wenbing immediately heard their conversation.
"Grandpa, you've arrived."
"Yes, my dear grandson, did you miss me?"
"Mmm..." The child nodded heavily, his innocent and clear voice bringing a warmth to the heart.
"My dear grandson, Grandpa has brought you something good this time."
What is it? A kitten?
"no."
"Hmm? A puppy?"
"Not really." Zhao Feng chuckled and pulled out the hard-won jade bottle from his pocket.
"Ugh... medicine again," the child said, looking disappointed.
"Haha..." Zhao Feng laughed happily, a joy that came from the bottom of his heart: "My good grandson, as long as you take this medicine, I guarantee you will be just like other children."
"Really?" The loud child's voice didn't show much joy, as if it was just a perfunctory response to the other party.
Perhaps he has heard this sentence too many times, and for too long.
“My dear child, Grandpa would never lie to you. At least this time, Grandpa would never lie to you.”
A phone rang from his pocket. Zhao Feng got up and listened for a few minutes, then suddenly his face turned completely pale.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
Children are very sensitive and immediately noticed something was wrong, exclaiming in surprise.
Zhao Feng forced a smile and said to the child, "It's nothing, just some business. Grandpa will go take care of it first and come back in a bit."
Zhao Feng patted the child's head and walked towards the door.
"grandfather……"
Zhao Feng stopped in his tracks.
"You must come back soon."