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

Within the territory of Sword Tower City, compared to other places, it was already considered a time of peace and prosperity.

Across 1,800 li of territory, in the grand scheme of this corrupt world, it is but a tiny patch of land, no bigger than a sesame seed.

However, hegemony is never determined by the size of a territory, but by economic and military strength.

Even though dozens of major cities around it are eyeing it covetously and tightly restricting the second expansion of Sword Tower's territory, Sword Tower can still rely on its foundation to change its development direction, because Sword Tower has mastered high-end manufacturing technology. Some particularly high-end and precise things can only be made by Sword Tower.

Only by relying on advanced technology can Jianta achieve economic take-off and vigorously develop economic trade.

The creatures in the Thirty-Six Worlds are nothing more than humanoid material resources, inexhaustible and readily available. With the speed increased by 10,000 times, there is no need to deliberately kill creatures; a large amount of raw materials can be automatically produced every year like an assembly line, so there will never be a shortage of materials.

Even if trillions of lives are lost, none of them are as important as a single Sword Tower person.

To put it bluntly, some people are human, and some people are not.

Being born into Sword Tower City is very lucky; you'll be born with the status of a Sword Tower City resident. Even if you're just an ordinary mortal, you'll be born superior to others. But if you're born into the Animal Husbandry World, even if you work ten thousand times harder to become a top-tier powerhouse, you'll still be destined to be a leek (a metaphor for being exploited).

An identity is enough to determine whether someone is a human being or not.

On his way back to Jianta, Zhou Qingfeng passed through many villages, some of which were private villages of the First Family. From the steward to the slaves, they were all servants of the First Family. These people were born and died in this place, and could not leave it forever.

Some villages are inhabited by free people who can leave the village and travel to villages ten miles away with a pass bearing their identity, or even to the Sword Tower capital to sell goods. This is the difference between the status of slaves and free people.

The journey was smooth, but when the carriage was about ten miles outside Sword Tower City, it slowly came to a stop.

More than sixty blue-robed cultivators at the Food Fiend Realm surrounded the carriage.

Seeing this, Ning Cha drew her sword, leaped up, and landed on the roof of the carriage. Pointing at the enemy, she said, "Who are you? How dare you commit robbery and violence in broad daylight outside Sword Tower City? Aren't you afraid of death?!"

Zhan Fu and Zhan Qi dismounted from their warhorses, holding broadswords and shields. They exchanged a glance, their faces grave. The enemy had over sixty cultivators at the Devouring Fiend Realm. If they were to swarm them all at once, they would have no choice but to risk their lives to break through the formation and escape with Ning Cha. They truly couldn't care less about anything else.

Jin Wei sat firmly in the coachman's seat, coldly observing the enemies around him.

An enemy soldier stepped forward with a knife, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Please dismount, Zhou Silang, and let us have a chat. My general has been waiting here for quite some time."

Ning Cha said, "You've come to the wrong person. We don't even have anyone with the surname Zhou here."

"Alright, Miss Ning, they haven't come to the wrong person." Jin Wei jumped off the carriage, straightened his clothes, took off his human skin mask first, faced the carriage door, and clasped his hands in a salute: "Young Master, as expected, Qiu Chenghu is blocking the road here requesting a meeting. Please give your instructions, Young Master."

"If you want to see him, then go ahead. I happen to want to see him too." Zhou Qingfeng slowly lifted the carriage curtain and stepped down from the carriage with Jin Wei's help. Ye Tingxiu followed closely behind, stepped out of the carriage, and jumped to the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng had already removed his human skin mask inside the carriage, revealing his true face.

He stood with his hands behind his back, indifferently surveying his surroundings. Even surrounded by enemies, he remained calm and composed, showing no fear whatsoever. His gaze then fell upon a makeshift teahouse by the roadside, where a burly man sat.

The man was as strong as an ox, eight feet tall, wearing a scarlet battle robe, with a full beard and his hair tied into dozens of fine braids. He had a fierce appearance, an eyepatch over his left eye, and a metal-forged prosthetic arm that was severed at the wrist. He wore a black and gold tiger-striped light armor, which was full of repair marks, and copper rings hung from his black and gold belt.

A two-handed longsword, four fingers wide and with a blade seven feet long, leaned casually against the tea table.

Without hesitation, Zhou Qingfeng walked over slowly, and the enemies on both sides dispersed to make way for him.

Ye Tingxiu and Jin Wei accompanied him, one on the left and one on the right.

“Fourth Young Master… Zhou Silang…” Ning Cha was also a smart person. After carefully considering the situation and words, she instantly realized what was happening. Then her pupils suddenly widened in shock, her face showing surprise. She exclaimed inwardly, “Heavens! It’s him! It’s actually him! The Fourth Young Master of the Sword Tower, Zhou Qingfeng, the number one on the Heavenly Ranking!”

She knew that Mr. Jiang had an unusual status in the Sword Tower, but she never imagined that he was actually the fourth young master of the Sword Tower.

There was no time for her to think, so Ning Cha quickly leaped forward, taking the axe and the flag with her.

After Zhou Qingfeng took his seat, Jin Wei, holding a sword in his arms, stood guard beside him.

Ye Tingxiu, on the other hand, had an expression that said, "Whatever, I don't care. I'm just asking for trouble."

General Hu glanced at Ye Tingxiu, pointed at him, and asked Zhou Qingfeng, "What's wrong with him?"

Zhou Qingfeng smiled faintly: "He's heartbroken and doesn't want to live anymore. Don't mess with him. Now, whoever messes with him will get what's coming to him."

"Tsk, how terrifying." General Tiger poured himself a cup of tea and drank it, saying jokingly, "It almost scared me."

Zhou Qingfeng said with a smile, "You've been waiting a long time, haven't you?"

General Hu's lips curled slightly: "Not long, not long. It's worth waiting any amount of time to catch you."

Zhou Qingfeng licked his lips, stroked his chin, and looked puzzled: "Chou Chenghu, I don't quite understand what grudge we have that would make you go to such lengths to hunt me down. You keep trying, one time after another, it never ends. Aren't you annoyed?"

General Tiger laughed and said, "What's there to worry about? It's quite interesting. Watching you flee for your life in such a panic, like a stray dog, is quite amusing. Although you escaped a few times, as long as we catch you in the end, that's all that matters."

Zhou Qingfeng chuckled: "You really have perseverance. With that kind of drive, why do you have to go and mess with me? Did I kill your father or your son? Sorry, I have too many enemies, I really can't remember who you are."

General Hu took a sip of tea slowly, looking confident and not in a hurry at all: "I have no grudge against you. You didn't kill my father or my son. In terms of seniority, we are related, but there's no need to tell you that. You just need to know that your master is my enemy. My left eye and right hand were injured by your master."

Zhou Qingfeng raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh, I see. You can't beat my master, so you want to bully me and take your anger out on me. If you're really capable of fighting my master one-on-one, I'll call him over right away. What kind of skill is it to bully a junior like me?"

Upon hearing this, General Hu snorted coldly: "You smooth talker, so what if I'm bullying the weak today? You can talk until the end of the world, but don't think I'll let you go unless you kneel down and kowtow three times for your master, serve him tea and apologize. Then I might let you go for now."

"Tch, ugly as an ox, but full of dreams." How could Zhou Qingfeng possibly kneel down, kowtow, and offer tea in apology? It was a matter of honor for the Sword Tower. If he were to kneel down, kowtow, and offer tea in apology just to save his life, he would never be able to stand up again.

Leaving aside the reputation of the Sword Tower.

How can a master's reputation and face be so defiled?

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance to live." Qiu Chenghu sneered, stood up, grabbed his sword, and gripped the hilt: "Since you won't agree, fine, killing you will also vent my anger. Are you ready? My sword is fast, it won't hurt you much."

Zhou Qingfeng remained calm and said with a smile, "Qiu Chenghu, have you ever thought about this? Since I knew you would ambush me here, how could I not be prepared? Perhaps today is not my death day, but yours?"