King of Gods
chapter-1242

"Kid, what did you say just now?" Peng Zhuo's face twisted in rage as he barked. His body began to exude a ruthless aura.

Newcomers were newcomers, so they didn't know just how high the heavens were. He would have to get rough to make this fellow submit.

"Did you not hear what I said? Is there a problem with your ears?" Zhao Feng suddenly turned and curiously asked.

These words caused the surrounding worker disciples to laugh and quietly sigh over Zhao Feng's ignorance. Peng Zhuo was one of the strongest worker disciples in this spirit herb area. His cultivation was at the late stage of the Mystic Light Realm.

"You're seeking death!" Enraged, Peng Zhuo circulated his Mystic Light Sacred Power and lunged at Zhao Feng.

It appeared that Peng Zhuo's massive body was about to send Zhao Feng flying. The worker disciples could already hear Zhao Feng's scream and his face wracked in terrible pain.

But when Peng Zhuo reached Zhao Feng, he bizarrely stopped, and all his power drained away.

"What's going on!? Why did Peng Zhuo stop?" The nearby worker disciples yelped in surprise.

But only Peng Zhuo himself knew what happened. It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but that he couldn't move at all. In front of Zhao Feng, his blood and Sacred Power had frozen, and even his soul had been sealed. He was powerless.

What made him even more afraid was that Zhao Feng had apparently done nothing. He was just looking at him with a faint smile on his face.

How could this be!? What level of cultivation is this person at? Peng Zhuo mentally howled.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't even speak without Zhao Feng's permission. Peng Zhuo was even more afraid now, and he looked at Zhao Feng with fear and trepidation.

"I'll leave all my missions for you to finish. You heard it this time, right?!" Zhao Feng slowly spoke before turning around and entering the wooden hut.

After Zhao Feng left, Peng Zhuo felt like he had been relieved of a great burden, and he dropped weakly to the ground.

"What's going on? Peng Zhuo didn't attack him!"

"This newcomer seems to be very strong."

A few of the worker disciples were somewhat shocked and confused as to why Peng Zhuo had done nothing, but those with shrewder gazes could see that Zhao Feng was not ordinary. They decided that, in the future, they absolutely could not offend Zhao Feng.

No matter how well a worker disciple performed, they would still need to wait a certain amount of time to become a periphery disciple. Thus, Zhao Feng could not be in too much of a rush.

Upon entering his room, he began to cultivate. As was his normal habit, Zhao Feng cultivated the Five Elemental Wind Lightning Technique and the Golden Kun Sacred Lightning Body.

After that, he began to research the spacetime eye-bloodline techniques Spacetime Seal and Spatial Lock Eye.

Zhao Feng had long ago begun to comprehend the Spatial Lock Eye, but because he had never particularly emphasized it, he had never been able to fully display its power. As for the Spacetime Seal, it was a divine-level high-class eye-bloodline technique, and Zhao Feng didn't know where to start with cultivating it.

While comprehending these two eye-bloodline techniques, Zhao Feng also began to comprehend Spacetime Intent. Zhao Feng had long ago reached Level Four in Space Intent, but the more profound Time Intent was still at Level One and still some ways from reaching Level Two.

A month later, Zhao Feng emerged from his hut.

"This… I've already done as you ordered and took very good care of this plot!" Peng Zhuo rushed up to Zhao Feng and respectfully said.

The nearby worker disciples were all dumbfounded by this sight. They had never imagined that Peng Zhuo would actually do as Zhao Feng said and take very good care of this spirit herb plot. On top of that, when Zhao Feng came out, Peng Zhuo acted like an obedient little brother reporting the situation to his big brother.

"Not bad." With these simple words, Zhao Feng left.

The worker disciples had to report the state of their assignments to their supervisor every month and would receive a reward based on the level of completion.

"Mm, not bad!" Attendant Liu within the crystalline palace took out some rewards and gave them to Zhao Feng.

He knew the situation of the spirit herb area like the back of his hand. This time, Attendant Liu inspected Zhao Feng a little more carefully. However, he soon discovered that he couldn't see through Zhao Feng at all.

"Attendant Liu, I would like a little more work!" Zhao Feng said with a smile.

Zhao Feng took four tasks from Attendant Liu.

Upon returning to the spirit herb area, Zhao Feng gave his rewards to Peng Zhuo. These rewards consisted of cultivation resources and Yuan Crystals useful to those at the Mystic Light Realm. They were nothing but trash to Zhao Feng, and putting them in his Interspatial Dimension would just take up space.

Zhao Feng then went to the areas where his four other tasks were. Zhao Feng would randomly find a worker disciple in the area and then release a sliver of pressure to make the disciple submit and be willing to work for him.

After doing all this, Zhao Feng returned to his hut and began to cultivate.

Zhao Feng had no idea that his conduct had incurred the public indignation of all the worker disciples in the nearby areas. Secretly, these worker disciples gathered together and were planning to deal with Zhao Feng. In their view, Zhao Feng was acting far too tyrannically for a new worker disciple.

Just as they were secretly discussing this matter, a cry of alarm came from outside; "Shi Weinan has come back!"

It wasn't long before a well-proportioned man with a handsome face and cold eyes walked in.

The worker disciples immediately stopped talking, their faces twisted in shock. This Shi Weinan was the number one worker disciple of this Celestial River Valley Region. His cultivation was at the Demigod level.

It was said that he had come to the Spiritual Race as a worker disciple so that he could eventually become a periphery disciple through his good performance. A while ago, he had left with a periphery disciple to complete an outside mission. He had just come back, so he would probably leave the ranks of the worker disciples soon and become a periphery disciple of the Spiritual Race.

"Big Bro Shi, you've finally returned. There's a new worker disciple who's been acting way too overboard…" Peng Zhuo immediately stepped forward, embellishing the events before explaining what Zhao Feng had done.

"Does this person not have any regard for me?" Shi Weinan's eyes focused, and the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.

Seeing that Shi Weinan had decided to act, the other worker disciples all grew excited.

Every day, someone was keeping an eye on Zhao Feng's room. As long as he came out, the others would be immediately informed.

However, Zhao Feng was thinking about nothing else except handing over his completed assignments after one month so that he could get more tasks. As a result, Zhao Feng spent this entire month in cultivation.

One month later, several dozen worker disciples gathered in front of Zhao Feng's hut. The one leading them was none other than Shi Weinan. The worker disciples around him were all of the outstanding worker disciples from the surrounding area. Peng Zhuo was among them.

"It's been a month. Is this kid still not coming out!?"

"Maybe he knows we want to deal with him and is intentionally hiding?"

In the back, several worker disciples who came to see the show were chatting.

"Zhao Feng, hurry and come out. The worker disciples need to report on their missions to Attendant Liu every month!" Shi Weinan suddenly shouted.

This voice was suffused with a formidable Soul Power. Zhao Feng's hut immediately began to creak.

At the same, the door to the hut was pushed open.

"This is Zhao Feng?" Shi Weinan stared with cold eyes at Zhao Feng, a cold sneer on his lips.

To everyone else's surprise, Zhao Feng strode toward Shi Weinan with an indifferent expression on his face.

Shi Weinan didn't notice anything at the start, but as Zhao Feng approached, his expression rapidly began to shift. By the time Zhao Feng arrived in front of him, his entire body had been sealed. He could not move or speak.

The worker disciples behind Shi Weinan were in the same situation. All of them were stone statues with the most flabbergasted and astonished eyes.

Peng Zhuo was in a terrible state of mind. He had thought that, with all these people, including Shi Weinan, they would have been able to deal with Zhao Feng. But the result was the same; in front of Zhao Feng, all of them lost control over their bodies.

How could this be? Shi Weinan was absolutely dumbfounded. He struggled with all his power, but he realized that it was all futile.

"If there's a next time, I'll kill you all!" Zhao Feng scanned the crowd as he coldly spat out these words. His tone was light, but his words were drills of ice that bore into everyone's hearts.

Zhao Feng didn't want to expose himself too much, but if he didn't give these people a harsh lesson, they would keep coming back to make trouble for him. Thus, Zhao Feng needed to thoroughly intimidate them.

Zhao Feng then left to report to Attendant Liu.

"This Zhao Feng is very strong!"

"If he's this strong, why is he a worker disciple!?"

After Zhao Feng was gone, everyone plopped to the ground and began to whisper to each other.

When Zhao Feng came to Attendant Liu's palace this time, Attendant Liu was already standing outside as if he had been waiting for him.

"You should be a powerful Quasi-God. Why did you want to become a worker disciple for the Spiritual Race?" Attendant Liu asked with a grim expression.

"I want to enter the Spiritual Race, and I can only do that by being a worker disciple," Zhao Feng frankly said.

He didn't want to offend this Attendant Liu yet, as this man's recommendation was required for him to become a periphery disciple.

"If your performance remains good, 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.

Such a talented Quasi-God was willing to become a worker disciple all for the sake of becoming a periphery disciple of the Spiritual Race. As a member of the Spiritual Race, Attendant Liu was bursting with pride.

"I would also like to ask Attendant Liu about a certain person," Zhao Feng said.

"Oh?" Attendant Liu's expression froze. It seemed like this was Zhao Feng's true goal.

"I wish to know about the Spiritual Race's Zhao Yufei!" Zhao Feng directly said.

After a moment of shock, Attendant Liu seemed to think of something and bellowed in laughter.

"You didn't come to be a worker disciple for the Spiritual Race because of Zhao Yufei, right?" Attendant Liu chuckled as he asked.

Among the women of the Spiritual Race, Zhao Yufei was number one in both looks and talent. She was the goddess that dwelled in the hearts of all the worker disciples and periphery disciples, and she had countless suitors in the Ziling Zone.

At this moment, Attendant Liu took Zhao Feng to be another of Zhao Yufei's admirers, perhaps even one of those seeking her hand. But even so, Attendant Liu still somewhat admired Zhao Feng for not even minding becoming a worker disciple just to get close to Zhao Yufei.

"I suppose you can say that," Zhao Feng ambiguously replied.

Attendant Liu smiled and indicated that he understood. Just who wouldn't love a beauty like Zhao Yufei? And besides, it was precisely young people like Zhao Feng being so impulsive that they were capable of anything.

Afterward, Attendant Liu told Zhao Feng everything he knew about Zhao Yufei. Zhao Feng earnestly listened and finally gained a little understanding of Zhao Yufei's circumstances in the Spiritual Race.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Feng took his leave.

"I didn't think that Zhao Yufei would have such a high status in the Spiritual Race." Zhao Feng chuckled. It appeared that he had been deeply underestimating the rarity of Zhao Yufei's Spiritual Race bloodline.

The Spiritual Race's faction had a vast population, but the members of the actual Spiritual Race were extremely rare. Ninety-nine percent of the Spiritual Race's population was made up of members recruited from the outside and subordinate factions.

Just when Zhao Feng was ready to return to his hut, his God's Spiritual Eye suddenly noticed a hint of bloodline energy.

"The energy of the Spiritual Race's bloodline!" With a stunned expression on his face, Zhao Feng began to fly off in the direction of that energy.