Half a month later, a shocking news began to spread across the Chaotic Realm: the formidable Huan and Lv Countries have submitted to Feng Country!

And this submission is not merely verbal. It is said that both Huan and Lv handed over critical resources for cultivating their core military units to Feng Country, namely the legendary Books of Rune Soldiers used to create Sacred Pattern Soldiers, along with the Rushing Dragon Secret Realm and the accompanying Beast Taming Skill for training the Dragon Cavalry!

These two powerful nations have been forced by the recently rising Feng Country to such an extent that the entire Chaotic Realm feels that a monumental change is imminent, and Feng Country is set to embark on an unrivaled path to domination!

It should be known that Huan and Lv, when under pressure from other major nations, opted for marriage alliances and coalitions as a form of mutual defense, never handing over their lifeblood to others. But this time, the situation is entirely different; it seems they have submitted very thoroughly.

"The boss is truly amazing! Conquering Huan and Lv Countries so quickly! Now Feng Country's strength is likely one of the top in the entire Chaotic Realm!"

At this moment, on a main street in the southern capital of Feng Country, a short player gazed at the thousands of Sacred Pattern Soldiers and hundreds of Dragon Cavalry passing by in orderly unison and expressed a heartfelt admiration.

"One of the top, perhaps not? This Chaotic Realm is quite vast, with no shortage of strong nations. It should be around the top three."

Another tall player beside him retorted, consciously lowering his voice, wary of causing trouble if nearby Feng Country NPCs overheard.

"Not much difference! Now, there are probably only a few countries in the entire Chaotic Realm that can contend with Feng Country! The boss is too powerful! Rumor has it that he alone can shatter an army!"

The short player retorted with some dissatisfaction.

"I feel that the neighboring Huang Country to the southeast might be able to; their leader is also rumored to be a player with similarly unfathomable strength."

The tall one replied.

"So, you're not planning to join Feng Country, huh? Are you going to keep dragging it out? Be careful, or you might not complete the mission in time!"

The short player immediately warned the tall one, since neither of them had affiliated with a faction yet, feeling considerable pressure.

"We're already here, of course we'll give it a try. If they're willing to accept me, I'll join."

The tall one smiled, his gaze fixed on the Sacred Pattern Soldiers and Dragon Cavalry passing by on the street, clearly recognizing Feng Country's current might despite his words.

This scene reflected the benefits Wang Zhifan had reaped by conquering Huan and Lv Countries over the past few months: more players with an observational stance were coming to join him. After all, these players knew they couldn't watch indefinitely; once it was confirmed who had the potential to dominate, they had to join quickly, or they might not be accepted later.

For the vast NPCs of this scenario world, this collective gravitation toward a powerful force was equally evident. An increasing number of ambitious talents from various nations came to Feng Country, ready to seize the opportunity for success through the imperial examination conducted by Feng Country.

"Young friend, I perceive a noble air faintly emanating from you, promising an unlimited future! But regrettably, a hint of shadowy evil qi obscures this nobility, greatly affecting your path ahead! If you wish to dispel this evil, I am willing to exert my meager efforts! Consider it forging a good bond with a future high-ranking official!"

On the same bustling street packed with onlookers watching the elite troops pass by, an old man with a gray beard called out to a tall youth, launching into a well-practiced verbal assault, seemingly noticing that the person was preparing to seek employment at the Feng Country Palace.

"Oh... does dispelling this evil cost money?"

Wang Zhifan originally did not want to deal with such a swindler, but he was in a good mood today, strolling through the street after taking care of some affairs in the north, so he casually bantered with this old man who approached him.

"Young friend, talking money just kills the mood... We who practice cultivate for destiny; the amount given is all destiny..."

The gray-bearded old man continued with a wry smile, his words carrying a whiff of the smell of money.

Wang Zhifan stared at the old man for two seconds, his lips curving slightly as his expression turned a bit colder.

"Heh... lead the way."

He chose to continue engaging with the gray-bearded old man, as if perceiving something.

"Young friend is indeed extraordinary! I have already prepared a private room to entertain you!"

The old man maintained his wry smile, warmly leading Wang Zhifan into an inn alongside the street, entering a private chamber.

During the process of following him, Wang Zhifan displayed rare caution but ultimately found nothing amiss, proceeding into the chamber and sitting by the tea table.

"Who are you? Why are you seeking me out?"

In this room with nobody else, Wang Zhifan directly asked, getting straight to the point with two questions.

Initially, he thought the old man was just an ordinary swindler, but after closely observing and sensing, he discovered the man held an unusual mysterious power within him, far from being a mere commoner, bringing about the current interaction.

"My name is not worth mentioning; the world knows me as Shenfengzi. I have come this time to chat with the king, to discuss the world's changing intricacies and the sufferings of life."

The gray-bearded old man's face shed the previous taint of greed, exuding an air of elegance, his gaze clear, as if transforming from a swindling old man to an extraordinary hermit.

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