Chapter 088: The Eye of Law

Zhao Feng nodded. “You handle it. Money’s not an issue.”

“Alright.”

Stretching lazily, Zhao Feng rose to his feet, adopting the bearing of someone accustomed to command. “Take care of this for me as soon as possible. Get the money from Xia Lin.”

Liu Li chuckled softly. “I have every confidence in you.”

“Mm.” Zhao Feng nodded, preparing to leave.

“Wait a moment!”

He turned back. “What is it?”

Liu Li hesitated, uncertainty flickering across her face.

Zhao Feng frowned. “What’s going on?”

Liu Li drew a deep breath, clearly troubled, unsure how to begin. Yet after a moment’s struggle, she steeled herself and spoke.

“There’s a small matter I’d like your help with.”

Zhao Feng sat back down. “What is it?”

She sighed wistfully. “It’s like this—I’ve been married for many years, but I still have no children.”

“No children?”

“That’s right.”

“Let me see your hand,” Zhao Feng said.

“Alright.” Liu Li extended her right hand.

Zhao Feng grasped it, listening intently for a moment, but soon frowned. “Your other hand.”

Liu Li paused, puzzled. “Isn’t it the left for men, right for women?”

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “Who told you that? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“Fine.” She offered her left hand.

Zhao Feng examined it just as carefully, but ultimately found nothing unusual.

His frown deepened. At this moment, he hadn’t made any connection between Liu Li and Geng Wei.

“Describe your symptoms to me,” he said.

Liu Li nodded. “I often feel tightness in my chest, and a sense of discomfort. And…”

“And what?”

“And…” she hesitated, stumbling over her words. “When I’m with my husband… it always feels like… it’s not enough.”

Zhao Feng was taken aback.

A shadow fell over his expression.

“Heaven’s Eye,” he murmured inwardly, activating his martial arts vision.

Symbols flared in his eyes, two swastika signs appearing, though the mortals before him saw nothing.

His face grew darker with each passing second.

He’d discovered something astonishing: a cultivator was causing havoc among ordinary people.

Zhao Feng normally would have ignored such things, but his conscience wouldn’t allow it.

“Heaven-Mending Art!”

Without hesitation, Zhao Feng began to use the Heaven-Mending Art. His fingers formed intricate seals, hands shifting through arcane gestures. In an instant, he grasped the entire situation.

However, there was one thing he couldn’t discern: the identity of the mastermind behind it all. Whenever he tried to probe deeper, he encountered a thick fog of confusion.

There were only two possibilities: either the person in question possessed formidable cultivation, or they had some special means of concealment. In either case, such a thing should have been impossible in the mundane world.

Zhao Feng looked at Liu Li. “Give me the jade pendant around your neck.”

She blinked in surprise. “How did you know I had a jade pendant?”

He brushed aside her question. “I saw it.”

“Oh, alright.” Liu Li removed the pendant and handed it to him.

It was a Maitreya Buddha pendant. Zhao Feng turned it over in his hand, examining it carefully.

“The problem lies with this pendant,” he said, his tone icy. On the back, two characters were engraved: ‘Dharma Eye’.

With a surge of spiritual energy, Zhao Feng crushed the pendant to dust.

Liu Li was shocked. “What are you doing?”

He snorted coldly. “You’ve been cursed.”

“Cursed?”

“That’s right.”

Liu Li sprang to her feet, furious. “Xia Lin said you were a great doctor! Turns out you’re just a charlatan! Do you have any idea how much that pendant cost? Or who gave it to me?”

Zhao Feng’s face remained impassive. “To be honest, if it weren’t for Xia Lin, I wouldn’t have even agreed to see you.”

Liu Li frowned. “Fine. For Xia Lin’s sake, I won’t argue with you.”

With that, she grabbed her purse and swept out.

Zhao Feng shook his head. “I’ve said all I can. If she won’t listen, then our paths were never meant to cross.”

He took Xiang Lan’s hand and left the café.

They hailed a taxi and headed toward Xiaohe Village.

As the car reached the end of the paved road, a dirt track appeared ahead.

“Damn it!” the driver cursed, thumping the steering wheel. “Why is it all dirt roads out here? And it just rained!”

Zhao Feng laughed. “It’s just up ahead, driver.”

“Hmph!” The driver grunted. “You two can walk the rest of the way. I’m stopping here.”

Zhao Feng blinked. “Come on, driver, we’re almost there.”

The driver snapped, “You never said anything about a dirt road when you got in!”

“I…” Zhao Feng rubbed his nose, momentarily speechless. He had indeed kept that detail to himself, knowing full well no driver would have taken the fare otherwise.

“Please, driver, help us out. It’s really not far.”

“No way! You’re getting out here!”

“Driver…”

“Right now! Immediately! Out!”

Zhao Feng sighed. “Fine. I’ll pay extra. Will that do?”

“How much extra?”

He hesitated. “How about a hundred?”

He’d wanted to offer fifty at first, but thought better of it and doubled the amount.

The driver snorted. “Who do you think you’re insulting?”

“Then you name the price,” Zhao Feng said, temper rising.

The driver smirked, raising five fingers.

“Fifty?” Zhao Feng guessed.

The driver rolled his eyes. “Five hundred!”

“Screw you!” Zhao Feng exploded.

The driver’s expression darkened. “Did you just swear at me? Do you know who I am?”

Zhao Feng sneered. “I don’t know, and I don’t need to know.”

The driver answered himself, “I work for Fourth Master Zhao. Even Xiang Hu has to call him ‘big brother’.”

“Zhao Si?”

“That’s right. The Fourth Master himself.”

Zhao Feng couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright then. I won’t take your car. When I have time, I’ll be sure to pay Fourth Master Zhao a visit.”

He moved to get out.

“Wait. You can’t leave yet!”

He frowned. “What now?”

The driver sneered. “You wasted my time. You owe me a waiting fee.”

Zhao Feng scoffed. “Why would I owe you a waiting fee?”

“Hmph! While we were talking, I could’ve picked up several more fares.”

Zhao Feng shook his head, too tired to argue. “How much?”

The driver held up one finger.

“A hundred? Fine.”

Zhao Feng thought the man was finally being reasonable and reached for his wallet.

The driver shook his head. “A thousand.”

“Screw you!” Zhao Feng cursed again.

The driver’s face grew even darker. “That’s twice you’ve insulted me. There won’t be a third.”

With that, the driver pulled out a pistol and pressed it to Zhao Feng’s forehead.

Zhao Feng laughed. “So that’s how it is. You’re driving an illegal cab.”

The driver shook his head slowly. “Actually, I’m not just an illegal driver. I have another identity as well…”