Night.

General's mansion, main hall grand banquet.

"Many thanks to Daoist Zhang for today's life-saving grace!"

Compared to usual banquets, Zhang Feng could only cook, and after cooking, he could join the table.

Now.

Zhang Feng was seated next to the General, being toasted by the General with gratitude.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng glanced at the cultivators around, noticing more cautiousness and curiosity on their faces.

And in the courtyard, those bricks were laid by them.

As for them.

Zhang Feng actually had some thoughts.

Because the Fire Spirit's protection and the structure of the earth wall were almost completely grasped.

Then, could he ask for their magic techniques?

Earlier, he didn't study them, thinking it required a lot of 'social dealings', which seemed meaningless.

But now, seeing how they respected him.

It was simply going with the flow.

Thinking about it, just as Zhang Feng was about to ask them for their magic arts.

Whisper—

Footsteps sounded from outside the courtyard, a soldier stood at the entrance of the hall, appearing to have something important to say.

He was the one interrogating the two assassins.

But General Hang's mind was more focused on Zhang Feng, the renowned 'spiritual' and 'culinary' master.

Thus, for the man at the door, although eager to know who sent the assassins, he felt abruptly questioning might disrupt the master's mood while dining.

General Hang was very attentive to Zhang Feng's feelings.

Considering Zhang Feng's status, his true ability surpassed the kindness received from saving him.

General Hang was cautious now.

Believing that as long as he didn't offend Zhang Feng and kept him around.

Then, there'd be no fear regarding the assassination, this was true perfection.

It was much better than hastily investigating someone and ignoring a great person.

Doing business requires prioritizing.

General Hang felt very stable.

"Come, you and I will check it out."

Zhang Feng didn't think much, but rather was curious about who sent them.

Thinking carefully, General Hang, who appeared as a benevolent figure, didn't seem like one to offend others.

Especially in such times where factions are divided, intentionally stirring trouble, then annexing others' power.

Would other generals merely watch?

Zhang Feng had a feeling something was amiss.

"Alright…" Hearing the master speak, General Hang naturally followed and asked others to stay and continue dining.

Indeed, holding onto Zhang Feng's word 'you, I', just the two of them.

Besides, with the master Zhang Feng, many people were useless.

At that moment, as Zhang Feng departed.

Only a few cultivators remained in the main hall.

They suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, even though Zhang Feng was casually drinking and dining, not targeting them.

Yet, they felt an invisible pressure looming over them.

"He turned out to be a cultivator…"

"Couldn't tell… couldn't tell…"

"Let's speak quietly…"

At this moment, the cultivators in the mansion exchanged glances, still amazed by Zhang Feng's midday instant creation of an earth wall.

"Strange… even divine…"

Amidst the astonishment, an elder cultivator spoke, "Colleagues, the scene at noon, in this old man's view, was not a minor magic technique but a grand spell!"

"And observe his casual display…"

"His cultivation realm is far above ours!"

"Naturally, a grand spell!" responded another man in short attire, "Judging by his spiritual qi fluctuation, this spell should have 'two strokes one mark' at least!"

They assessed the Talisman's drawing by 'strokes'.

Two strokes mean two marks.

One mark equals 0.1.

Two strokes one mark is 2.1.

In reality, Zhang Feng's magic was '1.7 strokes'.

Only because Zhang Feng drew very precisely, coupled with his studies in soil quality, the magic's power was relatively enhanced.

Hence, to them, the magic seemed 'extremely profound', solidly a 2.1

A two-stroke spell is considered a grand magic.

Few in the world could achieve it.

Because focusing every effort on drawing symbols also requires 'multi-tasking'.

This is exceedingly difficult.

Regarding this difficulty, as cultivators, they naturally understood deeply.

But concerning Zhang Feng's realm, they now had much curiosity.

"Considering his spiritual qi fluctuation, his realm shouldn't vastly surpass ours… mostly also Qi Cultivation perfection…"

Then the elder cultivator spoke again, "But his spiritual qi is peculiar yet tremendously strong, comparable to Foundation Establishment.

If his spiritual qi fluctuates like this, suppose he achieved Foundation Establishment, what kind of wonder would it be?"

From Qi Cultivation to Foundation Establishment is transforming 'thin spiritual qi' into a further level 'spiritual liquid'.

Representing a quality enhancement.

Yet, in their view, Zhang Feng was still at the spiritual qi stage, not yet in 'spiritual liquid Foundation Establishment'.

This was very odd.

Such a powerful magic, so dense spiritual qi, while multitasking.

All sounded normal, but individually none wrong, still, together it wasn't logical, at least not matching their cultivation understanding.

Especially how magic was instantly cast, seemed more peculiar.

Because normal magic requires 'drawing'.

This drawing takes time, can't be done instantly.

At least with their Qi Cultivation perfection capacity, far beyond reach.

Including the Talisman genius they saw, impossible for such 'enemy anticipation' instant completion, even preemptively.

What was puzzling them now was this matter, simply making no sense.

"Could these assassins be sent by him?"

The cultivator man then speculated, "Otherwise… how did he anticipate the enemy? At the moment or before the gunshots, magic was already cast out?"

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