CHAPTER 511: CHAPTER 200: CALLING THE WIND AND SUMMONING THE RAIN!

Zhang Feng went straight to the point and looked at a document in Prefect Sun’s hand.

It was clear that he was here with a purpose, not just for a visit.

"This subordinate greets... sir... senior..."

Although Prefect Sun had seen many things in life, facing a Golden Core expert still made him a bit uneasy.

The title he used was formal, following the court terminology, referring to himself as ’this subordinate’.

In the Shang Dynasty, Golden Core cultivators were typically bestowed with official titles, holding a ’third rank’ position, mostly as ’Demon Exorcists’ or similar titles.

Essentially, it was an honorary title, allowing Golden Core cultivators to receive court stipends for free, thereby strengthening relationships.

Simply put, any Golden Core willing to accept the court’s stipend would invariably have a legitimate third-rank official position.

At the period of the ’Tang Dynasty’, this rank was already equivalent to the rank of one of the Six Ministers.

It was also comparable to a provincial level.

Most Golden Core cultivators with Minor Achievement held this position.

Zhang Feng had occasionally wandered through nearby towns over the past decade since his Golden Core breakthrough and knew of these practices.

He also knew that in the official records of this world, there were 163 Golden Core cultivators with Minor Achievement, 55 with Great Success,

and 20 with Perfection.

The Family Head of the Zhang family, mentioned in the mission, was currently a Golden Core with Perfection.

He also had a child who was a Golden Core with Minor Achievement.

Since Zhang Feng intended to descend the mountain, he had certainly gathered enough information to have some impression.

After the greeting, Prefect Sun had the accompanying cultivators bring out the spirit tea they had brought and asked someone to brew it.

The village chief, being perceptive, upon seeing these people wanting to brew tea, took them to boil water.

At this moment, none of the cultivators said anything like ’we can’t let the prefect do it alone’.

Because there was no conspiracy in the village, nor any enticing ploys, but indeed there was a suspected Golden Core ’great cultivator’.

In the face of such a great cultivator, their so-called protection was merely a joke.

Meanwhile,

after seeing everyone leave, Prefect Sun, as if presenting a treasure, took out half a piece of ’Ganoderma’ from his bosom,

"Senior, I was fortunate enough to acquire an exceptional piece of Ganoderma a few years ago, which has the function of promoting circulation and transforming Qi. I don’t know if this item might be of any use to you."

’Is this what they call heavenly treasures and earthly valuables?’

Zhang Feng, having spent years in the mountains, hadn’t really seen any extraordinary objects, perhaps due to the scarcity of treasures in the borderlands.

Upon seeing this Ganoderma today,

Zhang Feng immediately sensed a surge of spiritual Qi rushing toward him, its quality far surpassing that of ordinary spirit stones several times over.

The value seemed to be around ’3.1 Spiritual Qi’, having broken through the normal spiritual Qi limitations of this world.

And this breakthrough, along with some other special effects, was theoretically considered a heavenly treasure.

"Not bad."

Zhang Feng, unpretentiously, retrieved the Ganoderma through the air, then, to Prefect Sun’s astonished gaze, swallowed it in one gulp.

The Ganoderma seemed to turn to dust, spiraling as he consumed it.

His constitution climbed to new heights, instantly increasing by 5 points.

It was like the Wind of Evolution and the Rain of Evolution, a kind of boundary-breaking increase.

Zhang Feng also split off his spiritual thought to analyze this perception, intending to replicate an extra enhancement from the heavenly treasure.

points in constitution, not insignificant.

’What realm does he belong to?’

Prefect Sun, witnessing this expert devour the spiritual item directly, felt something was amiss with Zhang Feng.

Because under normal circumstances, even a Golden Core cultivator would need to neutralize the effects with other medicinal herbs.

Otherwise, the potent effects of the Ganoderma could cause one’s own spiritual Qi to become turbulent, leading to some easily avoidable minor troubles.

He was unaware that Zhang Feng’s internal organs were long different from those of ordinary people.

Let alone consuming Ganoderma, he could even try digesting a piece of steel quickly.

"What business do you have?"

After finishing his contemplation, Zhang Feng looked at Prefect Sun again.

The scene was like a devotee offering tributes to a demon god, who, after devouring the supreme treasure, asked, ’What is your wish?’

The feeling Zhang Feng gave to Prefect Sun now was truly like a demonic figure from the martial world.

Prefect Sun, feeling both anxious and apprehensive, thought he shouldn’t have come, yet having already arrived, and unable to escape, he cautiously asked with hope:

"Devi... no! Senior! Senior!"

He almost uttered ’demonic immortal’, but managed to stop himself just in time, and seeing that ’demonic immortal’ was not angered, he relaxed a bit, taking out a document while continuing:

"Senior, the reason I came to seek you is due to severe drought affecting multiple fields outside the city recently, and I wish to request you to perform a rain ritual for blessings..."

"Rain ritual?" Zhang Feng suddenly recalled hearing from those bodyguards when he first arrived in this world, that there were great mages performing rain rituals for blessings.

Though he didn’t know if it had rained in the end, with the mana of Golden Core cultivators, especially those with a Water Attribute, it should be achievable.

Because Little Carp was Water Attribute, if she could reach Golden Core.

Then, following the usual inference, achieving a thousand constitution could gather Water Spirit Qi within a kilometer radius.

Thus, making it rain over a small village was no problem.

"Senior?" Prefect Sun, seeing ’demonic immortal’ not responding, became even more apprehensive, saying: "If senior finds it troublesome, then let’s pretend I didn’t say anything, and I shall take my leave now..."

He didn’t dare ask whether Zhang Feng was capable, fearing if he really wasn’t, and became embarrassed and angry, it would spell doom.

Because the territory of Shang Dynasty was vast, and with magic enabling quick communication across multiple cities, forming effective governance, making Shang Dynasty currently home to over 800 cities and prefects.

If Zhang Feng truly ended him, then disappeared into the mountains and forests,

the court might not expend great efforts avenging such a small prefect.