Chapter 19: The King's Arsenal
"President Zhao Dai! Are you going to openly violate the rules of the Six-Tails Society?"
"Rules?" Zhao Jie raised his gray pupils slightly. "My rules are the rules."
Buzz— As he spoke, Xia Feng felt the gravity around him increase abnormally, and the ground beneath their feet cracked slightly. Zhao Jie's martial arts uniform fluttered in the wind.
The man with slicked-back hair leaned steadily on his crutch, his suit neatly tailored. The two middle-aged men stared coldly at each other under the blood moon. Zhao Jie grinned and sneered, "Wei Shutong, I am the president now. Get out of my way!!"
As he said this, he took a step forward, intending to push Wei Shutong aside.
But at that moment, the surrounding space fluctuated faintly, and nearly a hundred black dots appeared. Xia Feng blinked as these dots expanded into near-future firearms of various models, densely packed in arrays across the sky and ground, their black muzzles all pointed at Zhao Jie.
Zhao Jie's expression froze.
The man in the suit calmly raised his dragon-headed crutch, which, after a series of mechanical flips, transformed into an ink-black shotgun. He aimed it at Zhao Jie's forehead.
"This is what we call rules," Wei Shutong said indifferently.
Xia Feng stood behind him, his black pupils widening. Hiss, he actually pulled it off!
Zhao Jie's eyes twitched slightly, and the terrifying spiritual pressure he had released suddenly retracted. He grinned awkwardly, "Haha~ Old Wei, I was just joking. Why are you taking it so seriously?"
He raised his index finger and carefully moved the gun away from his forehead. "Put it away, put it away. It's not good to unseal your spiritual power at any time. Don't scare the children."
Wei Shutong remained expressionless. He continued to point the gun at Zhao Jie's forehead and raised his chin. "Hmm?"
"..." Zhao Jie took a deep breath and smiled awkwardly. "Okay, okay, I will abide by the rules of the Six-Tails Club and will not retaliate against the younger generation."
But Wei Shutong didn't lower his gun. He pressed it harder against Zhao Jie's forehead. "Huh?"
What else do you want me to say? Zhao Jie's eyes twitched, and he suddenly remembered something. "Oh, yes, there's still the million-coin bet. Don't worry, Old Wei, I'll transfer it to your account later!"
The guns in the surrounding array instantly shrank into stars and disappeared.
Wei Shutong lowered his hunting rifle and leaned on his dragon-headed crutch again. With a calm expression, he walked slowly toward the corridor along the city wall, leaving Zhao Jie with only a cold and menacing back.
Hiss— He was fooled again. Xia Feng glanced at Zhao Jie, whose smile was stiff, and silently slipped away.
"Is this what you call foolproof?"
Panda retracted his gaze and turned to stare coldly at the tall, thin man. "Knight Yan, this is what you call foolproof!!"
Yan Xujia frowned as he stared at Xia Feng's departing figure under the city wall. "Perhaps the assassin made a mistake and failed to find him."
"Didn't you say this assassin never makes mistakes and even killed a third-level spiritualist?"
"I—"
"Enough! Yan Xujia, you'd better pray Xia Feng doesn't find out it was our Black Moon Church behind this. Otherwise, once he tells the Lord about the assassination, neither you nor I will be spared!"
Panda's face was gloomy. "Also, don't send anyone to assassinate him again. Do you hear me?"
"..." The two stared at each other for a moment. Yan Xujia clenched his fists and lowered his eyes. "Okay, okay, got it."
Mu Qingtong stood on the stone staircase of the city wall, staring at Xia Feng's departing figure. She had originally planned to go home and wait two days to see the result, but she hadn't expected this junior to succeed so quickly!
And it seemed he was only slightly injured.
There were only two possibilities now: either the assassin failed to find Xia Feng and he happened to escape, or the assassin was killed by Xia Feng.
Mu Qingtong believed the latter was more likely.
If it was the latter, this little brother might be hiding some shocking secrets.
"Interesting."
The corners of her lips curled up. "Xia Feng, you're more interesting than I thought."
"Ah~~"
Xia Feng shuddered and looked back at the car in confusion. The bustling streets of the city under the night sky were rapidly receding, and there was nothing unusual.
But he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as if a poisonous snake were staring at him.
"According to the rules of the society, peers can compete with each other regardless of the means, and elders cannot suppress the younger generation for any reason. Additionally, even teachers cannot explore the hidden means of their disciples. So don't worry, I won't ask you what happened in the Evil Dragon Forest."
Wei Shutong spoke seriously. "But if you're willing to talk, I'm willing to listen."
"Oh, I don't want to."
Wei Shutong: "..."
He was genuinely curious about how Xia Feng had defeated Qi Xiao.
After all, Qi Xiao was proficient in the "One-Tail Spirit Clothe" and could crush Xia Feng in every aspect—unless Xia Feng had also learned the "One-Tail Spirit Clothe." But was that possible?
He glanced suspiciously at the boy sitting casually in front of him. He had never noticed before, but this boy seemed unfathomable.
Shaking his head, Wei Shutong finally suppressed his curiosity and changed the subject. "Do you know why Zhao Jie suddenly got angry earlier?"
Xia Feng smiled slightly. "Of course I know. Being angry with me was just a cover. He doesn't care about Qi Xiao that much. His real purpose was to test your strength, Old Wei."
"Not stupid."
"..." You're so smart, Xia Feng rolled his eyes.
The man with slicked-back hair took out a bottle of expensive-looking red wine from the car's wine cabinet. He raised his eyes and asked, "Boy, want a drink?"
"Do you have soy milk?" Xia Feng blinked. "I like sweet soy milk."
"..."
Wei Shutong ignored him and simply swirled his glass of red wine, lowering his head to savor the aroma.
"Lord Wangjue has made it clear that whoever between me and Zhao Jie reaches the super level first will truly lead the Six-Tails Club. It seems Zhao Jie is getting anxious."
The fourth and fifth levels in the spiritualist realm are collectively called the super level, and above the fifth level is the Venerable.
There is only one Venerable in all of District 51: His Holiness the Pope of the Black Moon Church.
"From the spiritual pressure earlier, Old Wei, you haven't reached the super level yet."
Xia Feng asked curiously, "You're both at the third level, and Zhao Jie is the acting president. Why is he afraid of you?"
At this, Wei Shutong's serious expression broke into a smile. "It's because I can perform a spiritual release, but Zhao Jie can't."
"Spiritual release? Were those guns earlier a result of spiritual release?" Xia Feng was intrigued.
"Correct." Mentioning the spiritual release seemed to excite the serious middle-aged man. He spoke in a deep voice, "Spirit Weapon—[King's Arsenal]. It can create thermal weapons out of thin air through conceptual imagination, even near-future sci-fi firearms."
"How about it? Isn't this ability cool?" He stared at Xia Feng intently.
"Ah?" Xia Feng was stunned, meeting the middle-aged man's shining gaze.
After a moment of thought, Xia Feng nodded. "It's indeed very cool."
The man with slicked-back hair seemed satisfied, his lips curling up subconsciously. However, noticing Xia Feng's gaze, he quickly regained his serious demeanor.
"Not bad. You have good taste."
"..."
Xia Feng now understood. Beneath this middle-aged man's serious exterior lay the heart of a cool kid. He had a new appreciation for his cheap adoptive father.
"Take this."
Wei Shutong tossed two items to Xia Feng.
One was a golden spiritual paper recording the structure of the Six-Tails spirit, and the other was a thumb-sized golden flower.
"This is the Six-Tails Flame, which aids in cultivating the Six-Tails. Only one is born every three years, so the Six-Tails competition repeats every three years, with the fittest surviving. Since you won the championship early this year, this is your reward."
Xia Feng took the flower, sniffed it curiously, and his face changed.
He looked up, puzzled. "Why does this flower smell so much like the fruit of wisdom?"
"Naturally, it's watered with a lot of wisdom juice."
The man took a sip of wine and said leisurely, "So it also has a strong effect in resisting the erosion of evil. It's a good thing. Best to take it as soon as possible."
"..."
Take it as soon as possible? Take the poison as soon as possible!
Xia Feng held his forehead helplessly. But... small problems, all small problems.
He wasn't planning to use it anyway.
Now, he could rely on Mu Qingtong to improve his spiritual pressure and learn the Spirit Clothe. He only needed to lie back and let Mu Qingtong take the initiative!
The only thing he needed to worry about was his spirit weapon.
"I wonder what abilities my spirit weapon will have?" Xia Feng secretly looked forward to it.
But had Mu Qingtong awakened her spirit weapon at this point in time?
He recalled that the anime's prologue briefly mentioned Mu Qingtong's spirit weapon, which seemed related to hypnosis.
The thought of hypnosis terrified Xia Feng. Based on his experience watching countless movies, any ability related to hypnosis was extremely abnormal.
And those with hypnosis abilities were even more twisted!
(End of Chapter)