Chapter 272 Artificial Immortal (Ch 272)

On the other side, Chen Feng, who was on his way to Wudang Sect, felt a slight movement in his heart.
Just now, there was a glimpse of it, but his strength was too strong, and he had a god-level soul power, so he was naturally immune to it.
“Feng Hou Qi Men is indeed the master of Qi Men Dun Jia. He was able to detect something just by thinking of coming here to look for it. Not bad.”
Chen Feng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
Fenghou Qimen allows the caster to set the center palace under his feet. He can turn the four plates in the Qimen bureau at will, and the time, space and the generation and restraint of the four plates in the bureau are all determined by the caster.
If this ability is fully utilized, it is almost like recreating a small cycle world.
“The next step of the Heart of Rules is to create a world that belongs to me alone. It seems that the Path of Immortality has helped me more than I thought.”
Recalling the wonders of Qimen Dunjia in his mind, Chen Feng became more and more interested in becoming an immortal.
On one side, Xia He, who was acting as a driver, looked at Chen Feng with an inexplicable smile, her brows slightly furrowed, not knowing why he suddenly became so happy.
Could it be because the Eight Great Techniques will soon be completed in his hands?
He shook his head slightly. These were not things he should consider. The better thing now was to reach Wudang Mountain as soon as possible.
We rushed all the way, crossed the national highway, passed the village, and arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain. Part of the area here has been transformed into a tourist area. At this time, many ordinary people were visiting and talking and laughing.
Covered by the true Qi, he found the target instantly. Chen Feng did not hesitate, climbed the stairs and walked to the back mountain.
In front of me, a young man wearing Taoist clothes, with long black hair and looking a little lazy just made three cups of hot tea.
“Well, Quan Xing Xia He, the person next to you, I think you are here to see me.”
Wang Ye glanced at Xia He and his eyes fell on Chen Feng, his lazy expression becoming somewhat solemn.
He discovered that there was no trace of the opponent in his Qimen game at all, which meant that Fenghou Qimen had failed before it even started.
“Yes, I believe you have already figured out part of it. Give it to me.”
Chen Feng nodded without any hesitation. He sat on the chair, picked up a cup of hot tea and took a sip.
“I can give you Feng Hou Qi Men, but I have a question I want to confirm.”
Wang Ye placed the Fenghou Qimen secret book that he had sorted out in front of Chen Feng, and then spoke in a serious tone.
“Are you really planning to reopen the Immortal Gate?”
“Of course, this is my ultimate goal.” Chen Feng picked up the Fenghou Qimen secret book, flipped through it, and answered quickly.
“I understand. In this way, this secret technique can be regarded as entrusted to a good person.”
Although Wang Ye did not master the secret techniques of lie detection like the Soul-Reading Technique or the Double-Handed Technique, he still had basic judgment and could naturally tell that what Chen Feng said was true.
In the back, Xia He was no longer surprised to see another of the Eight Great Skills being collected so easily.
She stretched out her long legs, sat on the chair, picked up the hot tea, touched it with her red lips, took a sip, and her expression was as seductive as ever.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably unconsciously focus their attention.
But among the two people present, Chen Feng, who possessed divine power, was directly immune to it, and Wang had naturally heard of the power of the bone scraper, and had long since deployed a strange strategy beside him to isolate himself.
Therefore, this tempting gesture is like playing the lute to a cow.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Chen Feng had finished reading the Fenghou Qimen secret book. Without saying much, he stood up, led Xia He, and headed straight for Nankai University.
According to the timeline, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao should be about to meet.
Zhang Chulan didn’t care. What was important was that Feng Baobao, a master of the Eight Wonders, was the pinnacle creation of the Jiashen Rebellion and the closest being to an immortal. If he could be studied thoroughly, it would be of great help in reopening the gate to immortality and becoming an immortal again.
Just as Chen Feng and Xia He were heading towards Nankai University, Feng Baobao had already found Zhang Chulan.
After class, the two came to the school’s woods, which was secluded enough that no one would normally hang around here.
“Who are you? Why are you following me?”
Zhang Chulan’s forehead was covered with sweat. He felt that this crazy woman who was digging up her own grave was unreasonable and had even followed him to the school.
“Don’t bother me anymore. I didn’t tell anyone about what you did at my ancestral grave. I also deleted the photo. I don’t want to cause any trouble, understand!”
“But if you continue to force me, I will definitely call the police!”
Hearing this, Feng Baobao remained expressionless and calmly replied: “Oh, just do whatever you want, why tell me?”
Looking at Feng Baobao’s indifferent expression and hearing these extremely plain words, Zhang Chulan exploded instantly.
“You… who are you?!”
“Ah, wait a minute, I haven’t even memorized my new identity yet.”
As he spoke, Feng Baobao took out a small piece of paper from his pocket and read it out in a very serious manner.
“My name is Xu Baobao, and I am, ahem… I’m an exchange student from Taiwan. My dad has just opened an adult products company in mainland China, specializing in high-end resin products.”
“Well, my mother, my mother didn’t write…”
After hearing this self-introduction, Zhang Chulan was stunned, while Feng Baobao continued talking while looking at the note.
“My family, my ancestral home is in Taiwan, oh, no, in… wait a minute, let me look for it.”
Zhang Chulan on the opposite side was instantly at a loss. Come on, sister, how is the Sichuan dialect you speak any different from lying?
Seeing that Feng Baobao was still flipping through the note, Zhang Chulan simply waved his hand and spoke loudly.
“I don’t care who you are or where your ancestral home is. Anyway, can you please not appear in front of me again, dammit! Don’t think I’m that easy to bully!”
Facing Zhang Chulan’s questioning, Feng Baobao looked calm. He put away the note and took out a cell phone: “Ah, this shouldn’t work. Wait a moment, I’ll ask.”
The scene fell into silence for a while until the call was connected.
Feng Baobao: “Hello, is this Xu San? Do I have full authority to arrange the people I have gathered?”
Beside him, Zhang Chulan had a gloomy face and muttered to himself: “You don’t even take me as a human being! Just wait for me!”
At the same time, Feng Baobao, who had finished the phone conversation, put away his phone, pointed at Zhang Chulan and said calmly: “Hey, it’s settled, Zhang Chulan, from today on, you are my slave.”
“slave!”
Zhang Chulan’s expression changed drastically, as if he had heard the most incredible thing, and then he became furious.
“Just wait, I’m calling the police right now, I don’t believe I can’t kill you!”
“Well, call the police…”
Feng Baobao had a calm expression from beginning to end. She looked at Zhang Chulan and directly ordered
“Wait a minute, there is something more important that you need to do than calling the police.”
“You escaped from the zombies last night. You must have used some special abilities, right? Use them again immediately, quickly!”