Astral Apostle

Towards the end, Shen Sanqiu's tone turned into one of embarrassment. He felt that the weightless technique of his sect seemed to be them showing off in front a master like Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing did not mind and smiled, "Then what is this cultivation technique about?"

Shen Sanqiu composed himself and continued to explain,

"My Wu Mountain Sect has a total of three internal energy arts. The disciples who enter the sect all practice the 'Wu Mountain Mental Cultivation Technique'. Although it's an entry-level cultivation technique, it's also an extraordinary internal art in the martial world and can build a good foundation.

As for the personal disciples, elders, and other backbones of the sect, they practice the 'Water Condensation Force', which is a better internal energy art of my Wu Mountain Sect. The cultivation technique considered as one of the six techniques of Wu Mountain is actually a high-quality internal energy art that only the sect master can practice. It's called the 'Drifting Clouds, Misty Rain Technique'…"

"Alright, thank you for telling all this to me. The next time I go to the Wu Mountain Sect, I'll look for you to get these martial arts manuals.

— If you can survive the attacks of Chen Feng."

Zhou Jing nodded to himself.

The few of them chatted for a while more before Zhou Jing served tea to send them off.

Shen Sanqiu felt that they had chatted well and had developed a preliminary relationship with Perfected Master Windwalker. The next time he came to meet him, he would be able to make a request.

He was overjoyed and bade farewell.

Zhou Jing looked at the sky and realized that it was still early, so he called the butler over and asked,

"Is there anyone else visiting today?"

The butler looked at the business card and said hesitantly, "There's a Lord Jin, an imperial envoy from the Imperial Court who wants to see you."

"Imperial Envoy?"

Zhou Jing's eyes flickered as he had a guess. He quickly asked the butler to bring him over.

Soon, an official with a faint arrogance on his face came to the living room. It was Envoy Jin.

"You're Perfected Master Windwalker?"

Envoy Jin placed his hands behind his back and sized up Zhou Jing, his eyes filled with deep distrust.

"May I know why this Imperial Envoy wants to see me?"

Zhou Jing asked without changing his expression.

Envoy Jin tidied his clothes and slowly said, "I'm here about His Majesty's Autumn Patrol. I heard that there was an expert in Ning Tian Prefecture, so I specially came to test him."

"Test?" Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows.

Envoy Jin nodded indifferently, "That's right, in case someone bewitches the holy ears of the Emperor. Now, show me your immortal technique. If you can pass my test, you can continue to stay in Ning…"

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhou Jing waved his sleeve.

Huu!

Before he could react, a gust of wind appeared out of thin air and blew towards him, sending him flying.

Envoy Jin flew out like a cloud and hung on a tree in the courtyard. He was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and his hands and feet flailed around repeatedly.

"What's going on? What kind of demonic technique is this? Hurry up and put me down. I'm an official of the Imperial Court, an imperial envoy!"

Envoy Jin screamed in panic.

Zhou Jing walked out of the hall and called over the shocked butler,

"After this person hangs on the tree for a day and night, bring him down and throw him into the street."

"I - I understand." The butler hurriedly nodded. Then, he asked carefully, "What if he falls down early?"

"Then hang him up again. If he does not last more than a day and night on the tree, you're to blame."

With that, Zhou Jing ignored Envoy Jin and left.

He felt that after he had changed to a different apostle, he was much more benevolent. Otherwise, this guy's head would have already turned into a trophy.

...

A day later.

Envoy Jin, who had already shouted until he was hoarse, was finally put down by the servants of the Ye family. He was a little dehydrated and on the verge of death.

"Demonic Dao, Demonic Dao! How dare you treat the Imperial Court's envoy like this? I will definitely report this to His Majesty and punish you…"

Envoy Jin was being held up by the servants of the Ye family. He was already a little delirious as he muttered to himself.

Soon, the servants brought him to the entrance of the Ye residence, opened the side door, and threw him out.

Plonk!

Envoy Jin fell onto the street, his forehead bleeding.

The citizens who were queuing up to chat were shocked to see this.

"What's wrong with this person? Why did your Ye Manor throw him out?"

The servant of the Ye family said angrily, "This guy spoke rudely to the Perfected One and was thus punished. He was hung on the tree for a day and night."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the surrounding citizens changed. They no longer looked at Envoy Jin with curiosity, only disdain.

"I see. Then he really deserves a beating!"

"Pui, where did this bastard come from? How dare he offend the Perfected One!"

Many citizens spat and pointed. They let Envoy Jin lie weakly on the street. No one bothered to go up to help him.

At the same time, the young Daoist and the experienced Daoist were also waiting in line outside the residence to see Zhou Jing. When they saw this scene, they could not help but look at each other.

The experienced Daoist whispered, "Senior Brother, Perfected Master Windwalker doesn't seem to be easy to talk to. If we go and investigate him, will we be thrown out by him too?"

The young Daoist did not answer. Instead, he looked at the agitated citizens, his eyes flickering, "This person's reputation among the people of Ning Tian Prefecture is so high. It should be because he deliberately instilled it like so. I wonder what this person is up to…"