Qiankun Gourd

The news of Shopkeeper Li's murder spread quickly, and the City Lord's Mansion dispatched many monks to capture the murderer, but to no avail.

In fact, the City Lord's Mansion was just for show. After Manager Li died, all his family's real estate was transferred to City Lord Wei Tingwei.

As time went by, no one cared about this matter anymore.

Ye Feng went back to look after his own immortal field and continued to recover his cultivation.

He had just returned to the stone house when people from the City Lord's Mansion came to ask for rent.

"Ye Feng, right? This year, you need to pay a thousand kilograms of immortal rice as tax. If the immortal rice is not enough, you can use a hundred holy stones to make up for it."

The leader, a big man with a red birthmark on his face, said rudely.

"Sir, I will pay you one hundred holy stones!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly and handed a bag of holy stones to the man with the red birthmark.

The big man with the red birthmark glanced at the bag with his spiritual sense, frowned slightly, and shouted angrily: "Ye Feng, you are new here, don't you know the rules here?"

"Every time you pay taxes, you have to pay an extra twenty holy stones as protection fee."

"Protection fees?"

Ye Feng was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he did not refuse. Instead, he took out another twenty pieces of holy stones and gave them to the other party.

"Sir, this is protection money."

The man with the red birthmark took the twenty holy stones in his hand and counted them again. Seeing that there was not one missing, he smiled and said, "Very good, very good! If anyone bullies you in the future, report my name, Lei Zhentian."

The big man with the red birthmark patted Ye Feng on the shoulder. He was very happy and took his people to the next house.

"Lei Zhentian, what a good name, I'll remember it!"

Ye Feng thought secretly in his heart.

Lei Zhentian was only at the middle stage of the fusion stage, so it was easy for Ye Feng to kill him.

However, Ye Feng did not want to take action now. It would not be too late to wait until his cultivation level recovered to the realm of Taoist Immortality.

Three months later, the new season of the Fairy Valley matured. After Ye Feng was busy for a while, he continued to practice.

After a few days, his cultivation level recovered to the first level of true immortality.

Late at night, Ye Feng rode Wangcai to Yunxian City. Wangcai had a very sensitive nose and could tell where Lei Zhentian lived even outside the city.

That night, Lei Zhentian was rolling around with a few girls in "Yihongyuan" when a black figure suddenly appeared in front of him and chopped off his head with a sword, scaring the girls away in all directions.

The black figure was Ye Feng. Ye Feng took away all the storage magic tools from Lei Zhentian, and then disappeared in a flash of light.

Lei Zhentian was usually greedy and had many holy stones in his storage tools. Ye Feng became rich again and killed two wealthy men, so he seemed to have more holy stones than he could use up.

Lei Zhentian is the brother-in-law of Wei Ting, the lord of Yunxian City. When he heard that Lei Zhentian was dead, he was extremely angry.

He was not angry about Lei Zhentian's death, but he was angry that someone dared to challenge his authority in Yunxian City.

Lei Zhentian is his brother-in-law after all. Although he has many brothers-in-law, they can be killed at will by others. Where is his face?

Lord Wei ordered a search for the murderer within the jurisdiction of Yunxian City, and to kill him on the spot once he was found.

Ye Feng came and went without a trace, they couldn't find him or track him down. Even if they did, they were no match for Ye Feng.

There was no way. The cultivators in Yunxian City could not find the murderer and could only catch a few scapegoats. As a result, Ye Feng’s good friend Yu Tiesheng was captured.

Ye Feng went to find Yu Tiesheng to ask about the planting of fairy fields that day, but found that he was not there. He learned from others that he was captured by Yunxian City.

He didn't want to attack Lord Wei, but it seemed that he had no choice but to kill him.

Taking advantage of the night, Ye Feng rode Wangcai to Yunxian City again.

The City Lord's Mansion is located in the center of Yunxian City and is very easy to find. The City Lord Wei Ting is only a Mahayana cultivator and is no match for Ye Feng at all. He kills him with a single palm strike.

By the time the monks from the City Lord's Mansion discovered it, Wei Ting was already dead.

"Greetings to the new city lord!" A middle-aged man in the lead suddenly had an idea and immediately saluted Ye Feng as the new city lord.

"Okay, all of you get up!"

Ye Feng was not polite and took the position of the mayor of Yunsheng City.

"Release all the people who were captured. It's okay to tell you that I was the one who killed Lei Zhentian."

In the God Realm, the strong are kings, and even more so in the Saint Realm. Ye Feng understands this truth very well. Even if someone knows that he killed someone, they would not dare to do anything.

"City Lord, Wei Ting is a disciple of the Yunxian Sect. You must be careful when you kill him."

The burly man suddenly reminded.

"I understand there is such a thing. If they come to my door, just send a message to me." Ye Feng said boldly.

"Yes, sir!" Everyone agreed and retreated.

Ye Feng started to take the immortal rice and practice in the City Lord's Mansion.

A few days later, the Yunxian Sect sent four or five disciples to question him.

"You are Ye Feng, and you killed Wei Ting!"

The leading young man in a white robe said coldly.

"It's me!" Ye Feng did not hide it.

Although these people have the cultivation level of the fourth or fifth level of True Immortal Realm, Ye Feng has the help of Wangcai, Hululing'er and others, so he is naturally not afraid of them.

"Very good, the sect master has ordered that from today on, you are the city master of Yunxian City and an outer disciple of my Yunxian Sect. Are you willing?"

The young man in white robe said lightly.

"I am willing. Ye Feng greets all the senior brothers and sisters!"

Ye Feng thought there would be a big battle, but he didn't expect that he would be recruited. This saved him a lot of trouble.

"My name is Zheng Xian. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to me directly. Also, don't forget to hand over 100,000 kilograms of immortal rice to the sect every year."

The young man in white robe gave Ye Feng a few instructions and left.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng agreed immediately and sent them away.

Once Ye Feng’s cultivation level recovers, it will no longer be up to others whether to hand it over or not.

Ye Feng became the city lord and naturally inherited Wei Ting's storage magic tool. There were hundreds of thousands of kilograms of immortal rice in it, all collected from below. These immortal rice were enough for Ye Feng to restore all his magic power.

Once he recovers all his magic power, he will leave here.

Time flies, and another year has passed. With the help of the small gourd and fairy rice, Ye Feng has recovered to the first level of Xuanxian realm.

On this day, Zheng Xian from Yunxian City came again.

"Junior Brother Ye, it's time to hand in the immortal rice. Why didn't you go to the sect to hand it in?"

Zheng Xian looked at Ye Feng expressionlessly.

"Why didn't you hand it in? Of course, it's because I don't need to hand it in!"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.

This powerful aura instantly made Zheng Xian and others breathless.

"Senior, please spare my life, senior, please spare my life. This is the Sect Master's intention. It has nothing to do with us!"

When Zheng Xian saw that Ye Feng was so powerful, he knew that the other party had a high level of cultivation, and he was so scared that he begged for mercy.

Others also begged for mercy.

"Senior, have mercy on me, senior, have mercy on me!"

"Take me to see your sect leader!" Ye Feng said bluntly.

"Yes, yes!" Zheng Xian and others did not dare to delay and took Ye Feng to Yunxian Sect.