221: Chapter 220 The Celestial Official Comes to Demand Punishment; This is Reasonable Loss

"Who?!!"

"Who is targeting my Purple Star Garden?!!"

A furious roar filled with endless rage came from the depths of the Purple Star Garden, shaking the surrounding roof tiles.

Immediately after, several streams of light shot into the sky, carrying biting Killing Intent, heading straight for the small courtyard where Lin Feng was located.

Leading them was a middle-aged fat man wearing a brocade robe with a large belly.

His Face was greasy, and a string of jingling jade pendants hung from his waist; he looked more like a nouveau riche than an immortal.

This person's name was Zhao Dezhu, an Immortal Official in charge of logistics for this area, and also a distant relative of the Seven Luminaries Immortal King.

Relying on this connection, he acted recklessly on the outskirts of the Nine Heavens, skimming plenty of profits, and his cultivation had been forcefully stacked to the Middle Stage of the Golden Immortal realm using Medicinal Pills.

Zhao Dezhu was so angry right now that his lungs were about to explode.

He had just been hosting a banquet in the Purple Star Garden, entertaining several immortal maidens who had returned from the Lower Realm, preparing to use the alcohol to do some indescribable things.

As a result, suddenly, all the flowers and plants in the garden withered instantly, the Spiritual Qi vanished completely, and then an extremely pungent stench rushed toward him, almost knocking him and those delicate immortal maidens unconscious on the spot!

His Face was completely lost! His mood for pleasure was gone!

Upon investigation, he discovered that the culprit was actually that bumpkin from the Lower Realm who had just moved in next door!

"Bang!"

Zhao Dezhu kicked open the gate of the dilapidated courtyard; the already tottering gate was completely destroyed, turning into a pile of wood shavings.

He led more than a dozen Heavenly Immortal realm guards and rushed in, surrounding Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng! You have some nerve!"

Zhao Dezhu pointed at Lin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on a stone bed, saliva flying everywhere, his fat body trembling violently with his roar.

"You actually dared to use sorcery to steal the Spiritual Qi of the Purple Star Garden! And you destroyed the ten-thousand-year-old immortal flowers of the Immortal King! Do you know how much those flowers are worth? Selling you wouldn't be enough to pay for them! This is a capital crime!"

"Men! Take him down for me! Abolish his cultivation, throw him into the Celestial Prison, and await judgment!"

Facing the aggressive crowd, Lin Feng didn't even lift an eyelid. He sat there calmly, playing with a chipped teacup in his hand as if savoring some peerless tea.

"Steal?"

Lin Feng gently blew the dust off the cup, his tone flat: "My lord, you can eat food indiscriminately, but you cannot speak indiscriminately. I was just Cultivating normally, breathing and intaking Qi. This Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi is ownerless; those with virtue shall possess it."

"As for the Spiritual Qi running towards me... that only shows that I am a kind-hearted person, and the Spiritual Qi likes me. This is called personal charm, understand? As for those flowers withering, they probably felt ashamed of their inferiority and felt they weren't worthy of blooming next to me."

"Bullshit! A load of nonsense!"

Zhao Dezhu was so angry that the corners of his eyes twitched, "Can normal Cultivation suck the neighbor's garden dry? Do you think I'm a fool?! You still dare to quibble! This is sorcery! Get him! Beat him to death! I'll take responsibility if you kill him!"

The dozen or so guards had long been unable to restrain themselves; they grinned and were about to rush up.

Just then.

"Squeak!"

A golden light flashed, and Treasure-Seeking Mouse nimbly jumped onto Lin Feng's shoulder.

It stood upright, folded its two front paws in front of its chest, stared fixedly at Zhao Dezhu with its strange gold and silver eyes, and shook its head with an expression of "sympathy."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this fat old man, I see your forehead is dark, your head is covered by a green cloud, and there is ominous energy between your eyebrows; I'm afraid you will have a bloody disaster today."

"And it is a sign of great misfortune!"

Treasure-Seeking Mouse's talent [Luck Plunder] had already been upgraded and could actively impose misfortune curses on people. Although the effect was limited on strong experts, it was more than enough to deal with this bloated Golden Immortal who relied on drugs to stack his level.

"Where did this beast come from, daring to curse this official?!"

Zhao Dezhu was furious. He usually believed in these feng shui and metaphysical theories the most. Now, being cursed by a marten, he was even more enraged.

He raised his hand and unleashed a Palm Thunder, wanting to strike Treasure-Seeking Mouse to death directly.

However.

Just as he circulated his Immortal power, something strange happened.

"Pfft!"

A muffled sound came from within Zhao Dezhu's body.

Zhao Dezhu's Face instantly turned pale, then changed to a dark purple, and his eyeballs bulged.

The Immortal power within his body... suffered Qi Deviation!

The Immortal power that was originally flowing smoothly suddenly reversed, slamming heavily against his Dantian!

"Pfft—!!!"

Zhao Dezhu sprayed a mouthful of blood toward the sky. The volume of blood was so great, like a fountain, it drenched the two guards in front of him, making them look like drowned rats.

"My lord! What happened to you?!" The guards were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"My... my waist..."

Zhao Dezhu just wanted to speak, but his feet suddenly slipped—there was clearly nothing on the ground, but it was as if he had stepped on a piece of ten-thousand-year black ice, and he fell backward.

If it were normal times, how could a Golden Immortal expert fall? Even if he fell, nothing would happen.

But this time, it was as if the laws of Heaven and Earth were targeting him.

"Crack!" A crisp sound of bone fracturing rang out.

This Golden Immortal Middle Stage expert actually fell on flat ground and broke his own bones!

And when he fell, as Luck would have it, the back of his head hit a protruding rusty nail on the threshold.

His protective Immortal energy inexplicably failed at that exact moment!

"Awoo!!!"

The shrill scream resounded through the sky; those who heard it were saddened, and those who listened were brought to tears.

Qi Deviation + lumbar fracture + head injury.

Triple critical hit points!

The whole place was deathly silent.

Those guards who were originally fierce and menacing were stunned, standing there stiffly, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

This is too eerie, right? That marten just said there would be a bloody disaster, and the next second, blood was splattered on the spot?

Lin Feng finally stood up.

He slowly walked in front of Zhao Dezhu, who was still twitching on the ground, covered in blood, looking down at him with an innocent expression that made people want to punch him.

"Oh my, my lord, I already said, this is called 'reasonable wear and tear'. Cultivation, you know, inevitably involves some bumps and bruises, just like you are now."

"It seems your Luck is not very good, my lord; did you not check the almanac before going out?"

"Since you are so righteous, my lord, not only coming to my door to 'guide' my Cultivation, but also performing such wonderful acrobatics to entertain me..."

Lin Feng squatted down and very naturally reached into Zhao Dezhu's robes, his movements smooth and flowing, as if he had practiced it a thousand times.

He skillfully stripped the three top-grade storage rings from Zhao Dezhu's hands, then casually plucked the jade pendant from his waist, and didn't even spare the hairpin on his head.

"This counts as my compensation for mental distress and fright. After all, your shout just now, and all this blood on the ground, scared my pet and dirtied the ground at my doorstep."

"You... you..."

Zhao Dezhu was so angry his eyes rolled back, pointing at Lin Feng with a trembling finger, "You are... robbing... I will report this to the Immortal Emperor..."

"Robbery?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and said righteously: "No, no, no, this is called 'compensation'. I am the victim, and you are the aggressor, except you failed in your aggression and injured yourself. I am taking some medical expenses; it is reasonable, fair, and legal."

After saying this, Lin Feng stood up and kicked Zhao Dezhu out of the gate like a soccer ball.

"Get lost. Next time you come, remember to bring more good things. These few rings aren't even enough to fill the gaps in my brother's teeth."

"Bang!"

The gate was resealed by Lin Feng with Immortal power.

Lin Feng took the three rings and scanned them with his Divine Sense.

Whoa! Good heavens!

Deserving of a fat job in logistics, these rings were full of top-grade immortal crystals, rare Medicinal Pills that he had skimmed, and even a few decent Low Grade defensive Immortal Artifacts!

The System notification sound rang out pleasantly.

[Ding! High-purity resources detected!]

[Conversion successful!]

[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained 500 billion critical hit points!]

Lin Feng tossed the rings in his hand and gave a thumbs up to Treasure-Seeking Mouse.

"Well done. This speed of making money is faster than robbing a bank. This Nine Heavens is truly a good place."

"Hehe, you flatter me, Master." Treasure-Seeking Mouse wiped the drool from the corner of its mouth with a lewd expression, "This fat man's Luck is really fat, full of oil and water, just a bit greasy. Master, when are we eating?"