Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

To verify his suspicions, Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand, revealing his wrist, and channeled his magic power to activate the communication bracelet, then waited briefly.

"Cui Yu, how's the situation on your end? I've already resolved the issue of the hijacked logistical supplies."

Upon hearing this, Jin Wei knew that the young master had someone by his side, so he replied, "I have already tracked down Cai Nianxiong's whereabouts. His horse died by the roadside, and the wounds did not seem to be caused by demons or monsters. Fortunately, Cai Nianxiong seems to be alive and escaped successfully. I am currently tracking his whereabouts. I hope his luck is not too bad, otherwise, I may find a cold corpse."

Zhou Qingfeng warned, "Be careful. It has been confirmed that the rebels' raid on the supply route was orchestrated by cultists. Cai Nianxiong's departure from home may also be related to cultists. If any dangerous situation arises, I allow you to abandon the mission and retreat at any time."

Jin Wei: "Understood, I understand."

"Hmm." Zhou Qingfeng and Jin Wei ended their brief communication, and the communication bracelet returned to silence.

Zhou Qingfeng frowned deeply. He had already realized that something was very wrong. The cultists seemed to be plotting a conspiracy against Cai Guozhong. Who was Cai Guozhong? He was a puppet baron supported by the Sword Tower in the No Man's Land. Once Cai Guozhong was really brought down, the Hell Legion would be leaderless and act independently, which would inevitably lead to chaos. The allied forces of the northern cities could then take the opportunity to advance and devour the No Man's Land.

This would be an unbearable loss for Sword Tower, as it would mean that all the investments made over the past ten years would have gone down the drain.

Moreover, the Sword Tower's millennium-long strategic breakthrough plan will be aborted before it even begins.

For a long time to come, they will be trapped in this tiny place, only 1,800 miles away.

As one of the four young masters of Sword Tower, Zhou Qingfeng absolutely cannot accept anyone hindering Sword Tower's rise and greatness once again. Only when Sword Tower achieves its millennium-long strategic breakthrough plan will the resources, power, influence, and territory he, as the fourth young master, control become even larger.

In other words, this is no longer just a matter for Cai Guozhong or Ye Tingxiu, but a matter of paramount importance involving the strategic layout of the Sword Tower and its rise and fall, and even more so, it involves Zhou Qingfeng's core interests, and should not be underestimated.

Zhou Qingfeng, riding his Mercedes-Benz, turned to face Ning Cha and asked, "How did Miss Ning come into contact with the cultists?"

Ning Cha shook her head and said, "We can't contact anyone. It's always the cultists who come looking for us. Even though we've changed our hiding places many times, they can still find us accurately. It's obvious that there are spies planted by the cultists within our ranks. However, given the benefits that the cultists can bring us, we just turn a blind eye and don't try to find the spies hiding in our team."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng frowned and pondered for a moment before calling out, "Little Smart, have you finished checking the money and tickets?"

"Hey hey hey~~~ All checked, it's really real!" Xiao Lingtong's sly face broke into a fawning smile. He quickly stuffed the money into his pocket, pulled on the reins, and stood still, turning his head to look back and saying, "Brother Jiang, is there anything else you need?"

Zhou Qingfeng spurred his horse forward a few steps and asked, "Aren't you the most well-informed little spies? Help me find the place where the cultists are secretly meeting as soon as possible, and find a way to get us in. I need to find out what conspiracy the cultists are plotting."

Xiao Lingtong scratched his head and said, "Brother Jiang, you're making things difficult for me. I'm just a low-level information broker, how could I possibly have that kind of ability? These cultists are elusive and secretive; even finding them is difficult, let alone..."

Zhou Qingfeng's palm flashed, and a 10,000-coin note appeared: "Stop talking nonsense, 10,000 coins, can you do it?"

Xiao Lingtong's eyes lit up as he looked at the money notes, and he licked his lips: "It's not about the money..."

Zhou Qingfeng pulled out another 10,000-coin note: "Can you do it for 20,000 coins?"

Xiao Lingtong stared at the 20,000-coin note, his eyes almost red: "I really can't do it."

Zhou Qingfeng added more money: "Thirty thousand."

“I can’t do that.”

"forty thousand."

"I really can't do it, Brother Jiang. Not being able to make money is worse than killing me. Please don't ask for more money, I'm begging you."

"fifty thousand!"

"Please, stop throwing money at me..."

"One price, 10 coins, is that okay?"

Xiao Lingtong was utterly helpless: "It's really impossible, I can't do it. I'm afraid I'll earn money but not live to spend it."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded. Since money couldn't pave the way, he would increase the intensity: "Miss Ning, do me a small favor and kill him. Anyway, this guy is a hidden danger. I don't know if he will sell what he saw and heard today as information for money after he leaves. It's better to kill him to put my mind at ease."

Upon hearing this, Ning Cha smiled slightly and said, "I'd be happy to help."

After speaking, Ning Cha raised her hand and summoned the flying sword at her waist. The flying sword vibrated as if it were about to be drawn at any moment.

Seeing this, Xiao Lingtong was so frightened that he raised his hands and shouted, "Brother Jiang, you can't do things like discarding a donkey after it has served its purpose or kicking away a bridge after it has been used. Besides, I have followed you through thick and thin, and even if I haven't made any great contributions, I have still put in a lot of hard work. You can't just use me and then kill me. In the world of martial arts, you have to abide by the rules and uphold righteousness and integrity!"

Zhou Qingfeng said calmly, "Stop with the nonsense, I'm just asking if you can do it or not."

Xiao Lingtong cried with a mournful face: "Big brother, you're forcing me to my death! Offending cultists means certain death. These people are all crazy. I'm just a nobody. Why are you making things difficult for me? It's not easy for me to make a living. Please be merciful and just let me go."

Zhou Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that Xiao Lingtong had dared to risk his life for 10,000 coins, which showed that he was bold and meticulous and a complete daredevil. Now that the amount had been increased to 100,000 coins, he dared not earn the money, which could not be explained by fear of death.

Very well, since this kid is not being honest, then let's test the power of the False Words to True Form Technique.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingfeng had a thought, and a stream of magic power flowed from his life palace, quickly reaching his spine along his meridians. The Demonic Spirit of Words instantly became active. Then, he pointed at the little mobile phone and slowly said, "You, dismount."

An unyielding, invisible force instantly enveloped Xiaolingtong, causing him to fall off his horse.

Ning Cha, Zhan Fu, and Zhan Qi were immediately shocked, and four words flashed through their minds: Words become law!

Xiao Lingtong had never seen such a bizarre power before, able to control him with mere words. He cried out in terror, "Brother Jiang, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Qingfeng said calmly, "Why are you unwilling to take me to find the cult members?"

The little man blurted out, his mouth completely out of his control: "Because I am the cultist you're talking about."

Zhou Qingfeng raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting that Xiaolingtong had hidden an identity: "I see, that makes sense now. Tell me, what is the name of your organization, who is the leader, and what conspiracy are you plotting in your secret meeting?"

Xiao Lingtong's lips twitched as he tried to resist Zhou Qingfeng's verbal control, but his resistance was meaningless because the "False Words Transform into True Form" technique was an ancient secret art. As long as one could understand Zhou Qingfeng's words, all beings of the same or lower rank would be subject to his verbal control.

It's just that the current grade of the technique is limited by Zhou Qingfeng's strength and remains at the evil level, without containing the power of the rule of authority. Once Zhou Qingfeng reaches the poison-eating realm and transforms into a 'god' who wields the rule of authority, then the technique of false words transforming into true form will advance accordingly.

Only then can one truly be said to have words that become law and to govern all beings.

P.S.: Please give me some tips! Please give me some tips! Please give me some tips! I'm saying it three times because it's important.