Chapter 4: The Ministry of State Security Comes Knocking!

"It was Chen Feng of the Xingfeng Sect who did it. That man is a hidden Xiantian expert! He killed the Second Master with just a single move."

The bandit lackey lay on the ground, reporting in terror.

A Xiantian expert—this was a level of existence he could only look up to.

Even his own First Master made him tremble with fear, and he knew very well what a Xiantian expert signified.

"It’s that 'outsider'? He’s actually a Xiantian?"

He Sandao called Chen Feng an "outsider" because the first time he saw Chen Feng come to pay tribute, Chen Feng didn't keep his hair long and wore strange clothes, making him look like a complete alien.

He had indeed ordered Wu Xiong to visit the Xingfeng Sect when he had the time to ask if that Chen Feng truly possessed a method for artifact refining.

In truth, He Sandao didn't really believe the rumors that Chen Feng possessed an immortal's artifact-refining technique.

In the entire Yue Kingdom, perhaps only the Imperial family possessed the methods of immortals.

He had only sent Wu Xiong to investigate.

"First Master, according to reports from our eyes and ears at the Xingfeng Sect, that Chen Feng is suspected to be a descendant of a major family."

The bandit lackey began to relay the information reported by their informants at the Xingfeng Sect.

"A major family... out for experience..."

He Sandao’s brows locked tightly.

The town closest to Hengduan Mountain was Liuyang Town, and there were indeed a few major families in town that had Xiantian experts.

But Chen Feng looked to be only in his early twenties.

A Xiantian expert so young could not possibly be from Liuyang Town.

A twenty-year-old Xiantian—He Sandao had never even heard of such a thing.

Only he knew how difficult it was to cultivate to the Xiantian realm.

If he hadn't obtained the Blood Demon Blade Technique, he would never have reached the Xiantian realm in this lifetime.

Even with a Xiantian cultivation manual, it had taken him several decades of hard practice to reach the Xiantian realm.

"Where is the Second Master's body? Did you bring it back?" He Sandao wanted to see the corpse.

He would know if the opponent was a Xiantian expert just by looking at the body.

Killing with *gangqi* leaves behind a residual aura.

The lackey shook his head

"The body was not brought back; it should still be at the Xingfeng Sect."

He Sandao said coldly

"Send people to keep an eye on that Xingfeng Sect. I’m going out for a while."

He Sandao was naturally not going out to cause trouble for Chen Feng.

Without confirming the opponent's identity, he would not act rashly.

He planned to go out and ask a few friends to see if there were any martial arts clans with the surname Chen in the Yue Kingdom.

If such a major family truly existed, he would go and offer his apologies to Chen Feng. At worst, he would cede Hengduan Mountain to him and take his men elsewhere.

But if they didn't exist... A look of ruthlessness appeared on He Sandao's face.

Seeing the expression on He Sandao's face, the bandit lackey trembled all over.

He had seen with his own eyes a brother who had been by the First Master's side die after being drained of all his blood just for angering him.

"This subordinate will arrange for people to watch them immediately. But what about the brothers who returned? They are kneeling outside begging for mercy. How should I deal with them?"

The bandit lackey asked.

He Sandao stroked the blood-colored blade at his side and said

"Since the Second Master is dead, they shouldn't have come back alive. Take my blade, chop off their heads, and remember to drain the blood!"

***

In the real world, inside the warehouse room.

Chen Feng stepped out from the scroll.

After checking everything in the room and confirming that no one had entered, Chen Feng turned off the conveyor belt.

Then, he moved the position of the conveyor belt.

If someone else came in and saw the conveyor belt facing a scroll, they would definitely realize something was wrong.

Once everything was tidied up, Chen Feng walked out of the warehouse.

Just as he stepped out of the warehouse door, his female secretary came running over in a hurry, her heels clicking against the floor.

"Boss, I finally found you! I couldn't get through to your phone."

The secretary panted heavily, her chest heaving.

She had run through the entire factory area and hadn't been able to find Chen Feng.

"My phone died. What's the matter?"

Chen Feng didn't bring things like phones into the scroll world, and besides, calls couldn't get through anyway.

"It's President Zhang from the Huaren Group. He came here in person; he wants to talk to you about a partnership."

The secretary briefly explained the situation.

This President Zhang, named Zhang Dong, was the General Manager of the Huaren automobile manufacturer.

He had spoken to Chen Feng over the phone many times before. He had even called this morning to place an order, but Chen Feng had rejected him.

One had to realize that the General Manager of such a publicly listed car company was a heavyweight figure in the business world.

Yet, he had actually come to his small factory in person.

"Where is he? Take me to him."

Chen Feng had already roughly guessed Zhang Dong's purpose.

Soon, the secretary led Chen Feng to the factory office.

As soon as he entered the office, Chen Feng saw a middle-aged man in a suit pacing back and forth in the room.

When he saw someone enter, he immediately looked up, his gaze landing on Chen Feng.

"Are you Boss Chen?"

Zhang Dong had never met Chen Feng; he had only spoken to him over the phone.

"That's right, it's me. Why did you come all the way here yourself, President Zhang?"

Chen Feng greeted him politely.

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Dong immediately confirmed that the person was indeed Chen Feng.

He immediately walked up with a smile, gripping Chen Feng's hand tightly with both of his.

"Boss Chen, I've finally waited for your return. You had me worried to death."

"President Zhang, if you have something to say, take your time, no need to rush." Chen Feng gestured for Zhang Dong to sit down; after all, he was a client, so he had to treat him with courtesy.

Zhang Dong waved his hand

"How can I sit down now? Our production workshop is in urgent need of your Yanyang Iron."

Chen Feng said helplessly

"I'm sorry, President Zhang, but we've been very busy with production lately, and with the shortage of raw materials, we cannot fulfill the order you placed."

Zhang Dong immediately said

"Boss Chen, you might not know this, but our Chairman has already issued an order: starting today, all of Huaren's latest electric vehicles will have their bodies built using the metal produced by your factory!"

"My group will sign a long-term partnership with you!"

"As for the raw material shortage you mentioned, that's not a problem. I can pay you a 50% deposit upfront!"

Zhang Dong's words did not surprise Chen Feng.

Instead, the female secretary standing nearby was completely stunned.

She had seen the contract Zhang Dong brought this time—it was a 60-million-yuan contract.

Paying half upfront meant 30 million.

Chen Feng did not immediately agree to the terms Zhang Dong offered, but instead asked

"As far as I know, our Yanyang Iron is only used in your latest electric vehicle model. Your new model was released less than five days ago, right? Is there really such a huge demand?"

Zhang Dong then laughed

"Boss Chen, you must have seen the recent news. Our new electric car collided with a large truck on the highway. Not only were the passengers unharmed, but the damage to the car was also minimal!"

"That car was built with a body made from your factory's Yanyang Iron. Because of this incident, in just one day, we've received 30,000 orders for the new car."

Speaking of this, Zhang Dong's face was filled with excitement.

But Chen Feng's expression was somewhat grim.

He asked again

"Have any official personnel visited your production workshop recently?"

Zhang Dong answered without hesitation

"That did happen. Several professors of basic materials science came by. They took some body samples back, but Boss Chen, your Yanyang Iron is patented, so there's no need to worry about anything."

"They were just going through the motions to investigate, after all, that news was quite big."

Hearing Zhang Dong's words, Chen Feng was speechless.

His patent was just a facade—a fake certificate he had spent a few tens of thousands of yuan to obtain.

If they really investigated, it would definitely be exposed...

Just then.

A commotion came from outside the office, and then the office door was pushed open directly.

Standing outside the door were several factory security guards.

What caught the eye most were two young men with crew cuts standing in the middle of the guards.

Both were wearing black suits, white shirts, and red badges pinned to their right chests.

The expressions of the security guards were all off, even somewhat shocked.

One of the young men with a crew cut took out his credentials.

"National Security, handling a case. Which one of you is Chen Feng?"

The young man's voice was extremely serious, completely devoid of any emotion.