"Brat, what did you just say?"
Peng Zhuo roared with an enraged expression, and an invisible violent aura spread.
A newcomer was a newcomer and didn't know the immensity of Heaven and Earth. He could only use methods to make him submit.
"Is there something wrong with your ears? Did you not hear what I just said?"
Zhao Feng suddenly turned around and asked curiously.
Hearing that, the surrounding worker disciples laughed coldly and sighed in their hearts that Zhao Feng really didn't know what was good for him.
Peng Zhuo was one of the strongest worker disciples in the Spirit Herb District, and his cultivation had reached the late stages of the Mystic Light Realm.
"You're courting death!"
Peng Zhuo was unable to contain his anger. He circulated his Mystic Light Sacred Power and charged toward Zhao Feng.
Peng Zhuo's giant body was about to send Zhao Feng flying.
Everyone seemed to hear Zhao Feng's screams and see his painful appearance.
However, when Peng Zhuo arrived in front of Zhao Feng, he stopped and lost all of his momentum.
"What's going on? Why isn't Peng Zhuo attacking? "
A nearby worker disciple exclaimed in surprise.
However, only Peng Zhuo knew that it wasn't that he didn't want to attack, but that he couldn't.
In front of Zhao Feng, his bloodline and Sacred Power were frozen. He couldn't circulate them, and even his soul was restricted. He couldn't do anything.
What made him even more terrified was that Zhao Feng didn't seem to be doing anything at all. All he did was look at him quietly with a faint smile on his face.
"How is this possible? What cultivation is this person at?"
Peng Zhuo howled in his heart.
However, he suddenly realized that he couldn't even make a sound without Zhao Feng's permission.
Peng Zhuo became even more terrified, and his eyes started to tremble as he looked at Zhao Feng.
"I'll leave all my missions to you. Listen up, this time!"
Zhao Feng slowly spoke at this moment before turning around and walking into the wooden room.
Peng Zhuo felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off his chest after Zhao Feng left, and he collapsed onto the ground.
"What's going on? Peng Zhuo didn't attack! "
"This new person seems to be very strong."
Some worker disciples were surprised that Peng Zhuo didn't attack, but those with sharp eyes could tell that Zhao Feng wasn't normal. They had to be careful in the future and not offend Zhao Feng.
No matter how well a worker disciple performed, it would take a while before they could become a periphery disciple. and
Thus, Zhao Feng could not be in too much of a rush. After returning to his room, he immediately began to cultivate.
Zhao Feng started to cultivate the Five Elemental Wind Lightning Technique and the Golden Kun Sacred Lightning Body out of habit.
Secondly, he started to study the space-time ocular techniques, Spatial Lock Eyes and Space-Time Seal.
Although Zhao Feng had started to comprehend the Spatial Lock Eye a long time ago, he had never focused on it, so he wasn't able to fully utilize its power.
As for the Spacetime Seal, it was a high-class divine-level eye-bloodline technique that Zhao Feng had yet to cultivate.
Space Intent had reached Level Four a long time ago, but Time Intent was still at Level One, and he was still a distance away from Level Two.
Zhao Feng had long ago reached Level Four in Space Intent, but the higher-level Time Intent was still at Level One, still some distance away from Level Two.
"This … I've already done as you said and taken good care of this land!"
Peng Zhuo immediately ran over to Zhao Feng and said respectfully.
Peng Zhuo immediately ran up to Zhao Feng and respectfully said.
They hadn't expected Peng Zhuo to actually do as Zhao Feng said and take good care of this spirit herb land.
They hadn't expected Peng Zhuo to really do as Zhao Feng said and take good care of this spirit herb land.
When Zhao Feng came out, Peng Zhuo reported the situation to his boss like a little brother.
"Well done!"
Zhao Feng said simply before leaving.
Every month, the worker disciples had to submit missions to their superiors and receive the corresponding rewards based on the completion of the missions.
"Mm, not bad!"
Deacon Liu took out some rewards and gave them to Zhao Feng.
He knew the situation in the spirit herb area like the back of his hand.
This time, Deacon Liu inspected Zhao Feng.
However, under close inspection, Deacon Liu found that he couldn't see through Zhao Feng at all.
"Deacon Liu, I want to take some more missions!"
Zhao Feng said with a smile.
Zhao Feng then took four missions from Deacon Liu.
After returning to the spirit herb area, Zhao Feng handed the rewards he had just received to Peng Zhuo.
Inside were some Mystic Light Realm cultivation resources and Primal Crystal Stones, but they were like trash to Zhao Feng. He wouldn't even be able to put them in his interspatial dimension.
Zhao Feng then went to the corresponding areas for the other four missions.
Looking around, Zhao Feng found a random worker disciple and released a wisp of pressure to make the other submit and work for him willingly.
After doing all this, Zhao Feng returned to his residence and began to cultivate.
What Zhao Feng didn't know was that his actions had already incurred the wrath of the worker disciples in the spirit herb area and the nearby areas.
In secret, the worker disciples of these areas gathered together and prepared to work together against Zhao Feng.
In their view, Zhao Feng was just a worker disciple who had just arrived, but his actions were too domineering.
Just as they were secretly discussing, a cry of surprise came from outside, "Shi Weinan has returned!"
Soon, a well-proportioned man with a handsome face and a pair of cold eyes walked in.
The Odd Job Disciples, who were secretly discussing, were immediately shocked and stopped talking.
This Shi Weinan was the number one worker disciple in the entire Ice River Valley, and his cultivation had reached the Demigod level.
Apparently, he had come to the Spiritual Race as a worker disciple in order to become a periphery disciple through good performance.
Some time ago, he had gone out with a periphery disciple to complete a mission. Now that he had returned, he believed that it wouldn't be long before he could leave the ranks of the workers and become a periphery disciple of the Spiritual Race.
"Boss Shi, you're finally back. There's a new worker disciple here recently, and he's very arrogant …"
Peng Zhuo immediately embellished Zhao Feng's actions and then told Shi Weinan about them.
"Could it be that this person doesn't care about me?"
Shi Weinan's eyes narrowed, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.
Seeing that Shi Weinan had decided to make a move, all the worker disciples present grew excited.
Every day, someone would keep an eye on Zhao Feng's room. As soon as Zhao Feng appeared, they would inform the others.
But Zhao Feng didn't care about anything else. He only thought about submitting his mission in a month and then accepting a few more missions.
Thus, during this month, Zhao Feng wholeheartedly devoted himself to cultivation.
A month later, dozens of worker disciples had gathered in front of Zhao Feng's room.
Their leader was Shi Weinan, and the few other Odd Job Disciples around him were all outstanding ones. Peng Zhuo was one of them.
"It's been a month, and that kid still hasn't come out!"
"Could it be that he knows we're going to deal with him and is hiding inside?"
Behind them, some of the worker disciples who were waiting to watch a good show discussed animatedly.
"Zhao Feng, hurry up and come out. Worker disciples must report their missions to Attendant Liu every month!"
At this moment, Shi Weinan, who was at the very front, suddenly shouted.
This voice contained a powerful aura and Soul Strength, and it rumbled out.
The room that Zhao Feng was in immediately began to creak.
At the same time, the wooden door to Zhao Feng's room was pushed open.
"You're Zhao Feng?"
Shi Weinan stared coldly at Zhao Feng, a hint of a playful sneer on his face.
To everyone's surprise, Zhao Feng's expression was cold as he walked towards Shi Weinan.
At first, Shi Weinan didn't sense anything, but as Zhao Feng approached, his expression changed dramatically.
When Zhao Feng arrived in front of Shi Weinan, his entire body was restrained. He couldn't move, and he couldn't even make a sound.
The other worker disciples behind Shi Weinan were all in the same situation. They stood rooted to the ground like stone statues, their eyes filled with shock.
Peng Zhuo was in a miserable state. He'd thought that with so many people and Shi Weinan, they would be able to deal with Zhao Feng.
But the result was the same. Before Zhao Feng, everyone lost control of their bodies.
"How is this possible?"
Shi Weinan was incomparably shocked. He struggled with all his might, but discovered that everything he did was futile.
"If there's a next time, I'll kill you without mercy!"
Zhao Feng's gaze swept over the crowd as he coldly declared. Although his last three words were spoken very softly, they were like icicles stabbing into everyone's hearts.
Zhao Feng didn't want to expose too much of himself, but if he didn't teach these people a lesson they wouldn't forget, they might come back to make trouble for him.
For this reason, Zhao Feng needed to fiercely intimidate them.
Zhao Feng left and headed for Attendant Liu's residence.
"This Zhao Feng is so strong!"
"If he's so strong, why did he come here to be a worker disciple?!"
After Zhao Feng left, everyone sat paralyzed on the ground and began to whisper to each other.
This time, when Zhao Feng arrived at Attendant Liu's palace, Attendant Liu was already standing in the hall, seemingly waiting for Zhao Feng.
"You should be a powerful Quasi-God. Why did you come to the Spiritual Race to be a worker disciple?"
Attendant Liu's expression was dignified.
"If I want to enter the Spiritual Race, I can only start as a worker disciple!"
Zhao Feng told the truth.
He didn't want to offend Attendant Liu. If he wanted to become a periphery disciple, he needed Attendant Liu's recommendation.
"As long as you perform well, you can become a periphery disciple in less than half a year!"
Attendant Liu gave a slight nod, a hint of pride in his eyes.
A Quasi-God with such potential had come to the Spiritual Race to be a worker disciple in order to climb up and become a periphery disciple.
As a member of the Spiritual Race, Attendant Liu was extremely proud.
"I also want to ask Attendant Liu about someone!"
Zhao Feng suddenly said.
"Oh?"
Attendant Liu was taken aback. It seemed that this was Zhao Feng's goal.
"I want to ask about the Spiritual Race's Zhao Yufei!"
Zhao Feng said bluntly.
Attendant Liu was taken aback, and then he seemed to think of something and began to laugh.
"You didn't come to the Spiritual Race to be a worker disciple because of Zhao Yufei, did you?"
Attendant Liu asked with a smile.
Among the women of the Spiritual Race, Zhao Yufei was undoubtedly number one in both beauty and talent. She was the goddess in the hearts of all the workers and periphery disciples, and she had countless suitors throughout the Ziling Zone.
At this time, Attendant Liu believed that Zhao Feng was one of Zhao Yufei's admirers, perhaps even one of them.
Even so, Attendant Liu still somewhat admired Zhao Feng. He had not hesitated to become a worker disciple and start from scratch just so he could get close to Zhao Yufei.
"You can say that!"
Zhao Feng gave a noncommittal reply.
Attendant Liu smiled, indicating that he understood.
Who wouldn't fall in love with a beauty like Zhao Yufei? Moreover, it was young men like Zhao Feng who were the most impulsive and capable of doing anything.
Attendant Liu then told Zhao Feng everything he knew about Zhao Yufei.
As Zhao Feng listened attentively, he gained a better understanding of Zhao Yufei's situation in the Spiritual Race.
The two chatted for a long time before Zhao Feng left.
"I didn't think that Zhao Yufei's status in the Spiritual Race would be so high!"
Zhao Feng chuckled. He had always underestimated Zhao Yufei's Spiritual Race bloodline and its rarity.
The Spiritual Race had countless people, but true members of the Spiritual Race were extremely rare. Ninety-nine percent of the Spiritual Race's population were either recruited members of other races or subordinate factions.
Just as Zhao Feng was preparing to return to his residence, his God's Spiritual Eye suddenly caught a trace of bloodline energy.
"The energy of the Spiritual Race bloodline!"
Startled, Zhao Feng flew in a certain direction based on his perception.
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