CHAPTER 510: CHAPTER 520: DESERVES A BEATING

"Just... just like that?" Vice Hall Master Yang could hardly believe his own ears.

He had also heard of Chu Feng’s heroic deeds. Last time Chu Feng caused a commotion in the Outer Sect, no matter if it was the small leaders or the Managers, they were all overturned by Chu Feng. Either they were punished to become Mountain Building Sword Slaves, or their cultivation was wasted, expelled from the Sect.

The cruelty of his methods could be described as terrifying, making people lose courage just by hearing about them.

Now, Chu Feng, having lifted high and gently let go, instead made him suspicious and incredulous.

It was as if a pie had fallen from the sky, and such good fortune had actually landed on his head, making it feel like a dream.

"Otherwise, what? Do you want me to make a big fuss, summon the Inner Sect Elders, and then topple you?" Chu Feng said with a wicked smile. At this moment, he did not resemble a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, but rather a shrewd old fox who was in control of the initiative.

Moving freely, playing with his prey in the palm of his hand.

"Ahem... Junior Brother Chu’s magnanimity and kindness, noble character, truly admirable..." Vice Hall Master Yang, after all, was an influential figure at the level of an Outer Sect’s Guardian. Yet at this moment, he was kowtowing and bootlicking to Chu Feng.

"Stop, stop... I came here not to listen to these nauseating words! Remember, I will not listen to what you say, but I will look at what you do!" Having said that, Chu Feng cupped his hands together and left coolly.

"What an extraordinarily fierce youth!" Vice Hall Master Yang, wiping the sweat from his forehead, let out a long sigh of relief.

The feeling of one’s fate being controlled by someone else was not unfamiliar to him. However, those he had faced were at least the Outer Elders or even great figures of the Inner Sect. Just now, his fate had been controlled by Chu Feng, a mere Outer Sect disciple.

If he hadn’t experienced it himself, he would probably have thought it unbelievable if someone else told him.

A preposterous idea arose in Vice Hall Master Yang’s heart: he never wanted to make an enemy of Chu Feng in his life again. Because this youth was too fearsome.

When you still think you’re high and mighty, holding all the aces, perhaps, he has already foreseen your defeat.

Coming out of the Task Hall, Han Xiaoying, Pu Li, and the others were already waiting.

Everyone had already taken Chu Feng as their mainstay, as their reliance within the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage. Chu Feng also lived up to everyone’s expectations, growing step by step.

"Let’s go, let’s first rescue Elder Hei!" Having completed this task, Chu Feng could finally rescue Elder Hei.

Immediately, he led Pu Li and the others towards the Law Enforcement Hall.

Speaking of which, this was already his second visit to the Law Enforcement Hall.

Nevertheless, last time he came, he directly overthrew an Iron Judge.

On this walk, Chu Feng could clearly feel that other Sect disciples were continuously casting looks of awe towards him.

After establishing his power a few times, Chu Feng’s influence and authority in the Outer Sect had reached an unprecedented height.

His reputation was even not inferior to that of an Outer Sect’s Guardian.

Chu Feng did not know where Elder Hei was imprisoned. Upon asking, he found out that all the accused criminals were detained in the North Hall.

The Law Enforcement Hall’s people habitually called the North Hall, the Northern Prison.

It was specifically used to lock up the Sect disciples who had made mistakes. If it was a Sword Slave or a family member of a Sect disciple that had committed a crime, they would not even qualify to be detained there.

The group arrived at the North Hall, only to see high walls, iron gates, sentries every three steps, guards every ten, with tight security.

It was as if they had arrived at the Senluo Hell, a cold and desolate Killing Aura striking their faces.

It sent a chill down one’s spine, allowing one to deeply feel the strictness of the Sect laws and rules.

"What are you here for?"

As soon as Chu Feng and his group reached the outside of the North Hall, the Sect disciples guarding the gate coldly shouted at them.

"Excuse me, I would like to inquire, is Hei Modu, the Mountain Patrol Envoy of Medicine Mountain No. 108, detained here?" Chu Feng stepped forward, cupping his hands together, and politely asked.

The gate-guarding disciple of the Sect glanced at him askance, his expression icy cold.

"Do you know the rules?" he said, his right hand’s index and middle fingers rubbing continuously against his thumb.

This was his way of asking Chu Feng for a tip.

"Here are ten silver taels, please enjoy a drink, senior brother!" Chu Feng knew all too well that prisons and government offices are dark places. Without money, one can hardly take a step.

The gate-guarding disciple didn’t even glance at the silver taels Chu Feng passed over to him.

"Kid, are you trying to dismiss me like a beggar?"

Thinking he could get past this obstacle with a mere ten silver taels — not a chance.

"May I ask, senior brother, how much do you desire?" Chu Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sign those familiar with him understood meant he was preparing to make the other party pay a heavy price.

Even the son of the Zong Ling, the disciple of an Inner Sect Elder, high and mighty, Chu Feng dared to deal with without batting an eye.

A mere gatekeeper of the Law Enforcement Hall, daring to show such arrogance and demand an exorbitant bribe in his presence. Wasn’t this asking for trouble?

"At least one thousand taels and upwards, I won’t say no to more!" The gate-guarding disciple was an old hand, although he appeared to be in his thirties, he was very experienced in these matters.

"Not a cent! Call out the person in charge of you!" Chu Feng’s smile had long since dissipated, he ordered, expressionless.

"What’s all this noise? What are you shouting about?"

"Don’t you have the sense to look in the mirror, is this a place for you to act wildly? Scram, get out of here at once! Otherwise, I’ll throw all of you into prison to taste what it’s like!"

The gate-guarding disciple’s face darkened as he reprimanded Chu Feng and the others with an imposing air.

Hearing the commotion outside, the captain in charge of the guards at Northern Prison came out to investigate.

This man was an Outer Sect’s Guardian named Zhou Qingyun who, after entering the Law Enforcement Hall, had climbed up the ladder with great difficulty to reach his current position.

Although he was just the captain of the gate guards, he was already very content with his position.

In the North Hall of this Law Enforcement Hall, no matter who it was, they would give him some courtesy.

Zhou Qingyun took responsibility for the main gate of North Hall. Whether one entered or exited, it had to be with his permission.

Zhou Qingyun’s parents named him in hopes that he would rise smoothly and rapidly through the ranks. He himself also cherished this hard-earned position as captain greatly and devoted himself to his duties every day.

Fearing that any slip might cost him his precious seat as captain.

"My God, isn’t that young man Chu Feng? This person is an extremely difficult character to handle; last time even Iron Judge Tie Pan and Mu Yi were taken down by him. I heard that even the son of the Zong Ling was thwarted by him twice, and even when the Zong Ling himself intervened, he couldn’t get the better of him."

"Such an impressive figure, one should be trying to curry favor with him instead. Which blind dog dared to offend him?"

Zhou Qingyun was so anxious he practically smoked, and he quickly flew over in big strides.

"Captain Zhou, this boy is very brazen, thinking to force his way into our Northern Prison with his men..." The gate-guarding disciple tried to accuse before the accused.

Slap!

Zhou Qingyun didn’t let the gate-guarding disciple finish speaking and raised his hand to land a heavy slap on his face.

This slap was so severe that it immediately swelled the gate-guarding disciple’s left cheek, leaving five clear fingerprints that were shocking to see, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Thud!

Opening his mouth, he spat out two bloody teeth.

"Captain Zhou, why did you hit me? Wuu wuu..." The gate-guarding disciple was confused, his face full of misery.