The very center of the coin, which cost zero currency, depicted the likeness of Senior Yan Long! A Yan Long coin?

This world was entirely different from what he had known; how could it bear the head of Yan Long? "Is this...

the God of Justice?" A flash of insight struck Chen Feng, and he couldn't help but ask. "Yes?" The proprietress stared at him as if he were an idiot, wondering if the fellow's mind had gone awry, unable to recognize currency?

Xiao Rou’s face flushed. She quickly snatched the coin from Chen Feng’s hand, tossed it to the proprietress, and apologized, "He has...

amnesia... he doesn't remember much about the past..." She awkwardly pulled Chen Feng away and left.

"What's wrong with you? That was utterly embarrassing!" Xiao Rou complained once they were out of the shop.

The person she brought with her had actually asked someone if that was money... The thought made her terribly ashamed.

Chen Feng ignored her complaints, lost in the shock of the moment. Senior Yan Long had been here, proselytizing under the alias of the God of Justice.

According to Xiao Rou, even the cultivation techniques practiced by these Mingshi (Underworld Soldiers) were all passed down by Yan Long! Even the very initiation of civilization might have been spread by Yan Long.

How could Senior Yan Long have come here? And where exactly was here?

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows?" This phrase suddenly came to Chen Feng’s mind. Could it be that...

besides Dragon Domain, Senior Yan Long had established many other similar forces? In truth, Chen Feng was unaware.

God-level cultivators must have fixed sources of faith power. It was normal for a God-level expert to control many planes of existence.

Relying solely on the meager faith power from Dragon Domain, they would likely have starved long ago. Just how immense was the power of a God-level cultivator?

After fighting Jin Xuan Hu, Chen Feng had a profound understanding. The fusion faith crystal in his hand had absorbed the faith power accumulated over ten thousand years in Dragon Domain, yet it wasn't an equal match for the opponent's single strike, demonstrating the terrifying power involved.

But a god's divine power was entirely converted from faith power. Such immense divine power naturally required an even greater influx of faith power!

Therefore, almost all God-level experts, once they achieved godhood, had to gather vast numbers of believers to continuously condense their divine power through their faith, striving to advance to higher realms. Chen Feng’s cultivation was still too low to grasp this, so he could only conclude that this world was a fallback plan Yan Long had prepared for himself.

"Is your currency divided into denominations of 1, 5020, and 1?" Chen Feng asked after pondering for a while. "Yes..." Xiao Rou replied, then suddenly her face lit up with excitement: "Did you remember something?

I told you that getting out and walking around might help your amnesia..." "..." Chen Feng felt a headache coming on and quickly asked, "Where is the location for the revelry? Take me there!" Xiao Rou, surprised by Chen Feng’s sudden initiative, stopped talking and said, "It's where they practiced martial arts this morning!" "Then let's go!" Chen Feng followed behind her toward the celebration site.

Before they even arrived, the cheerful sounds of revelry spilled out from the training ground. Dozens of adults and children, gathered in circles large and small, were singing and dancing around a bonfire.

"The Advent of the Gods Festival doesn't involve any sacrificial rituals?" Chen Feng was momentarily stunned. He had initially assumed that such a grand festival would necessitate a ceremony first, which he could observe, perhaps catching a glimpse of Yan Long’s presence here.

"The God of Justice is different from other gods; he values complete freedom. He taught us in the divine oracle that all rituals are mere forms, optional to perform or not!" Xiao Rou explained.

"Oh," Chen Feng responded, though he wasn't overly surprised. Thinking about it, this approach certainly suited Yan Long's personality.

Worshipping other gods was indeed troublesome—requiring prayers, chants, and some people even praying before meals and continuing afterward, wasting so much energy and time. The Chinese people had always leaned toward non-belief and disliked such tedious matters.

It seemed that even when recruiting followers, Yan Long’s teachings aligned with these former-life viewpoints. Since there would be no sacrificial rites to witness, staying there held little interest.

Cultivation was far more practical, Chen Feng sighed internally. From this perspective, he was utterly unromantic.

Seeing these people celebrating, he was preoccupied with his own cultivation—a fact that others would surely find unbelievable. "Little Sister Xiao Rou, you've finally arrived!" A burly man rushed over from the crowd.

"A Can, aren't you usually with the Bronze Armored Guard at the chapel? Why are you back today?" Xiao Rou said, surprised.

This person was A Can, the strongest youth in the village, now nineteen years old. "Isn't it a festival today?

I took the day off!" A Can said with a smile, then his eyes, filled with curiosity, fell upon Chen Feng. "Who is this?" His voice rumbled.

"He's the young man my father rescued today, named Chen Feng," Xiao Rou stated openly. "Oh!" Seeing that A Can and Xiao Rou were not involved in that kind of relationship, A Can immediately smiled, clapped Chen Feng on the shoulder, and extended a large hand: "I'm A Can!" Chen Feng nodded, then turned to Xiao Rou and said, "I'm heading back first; you all enjoy yourselves!" He turned to leave.

"Don't go, you just got here! The Advent of the Gods Festival has many fun performances; watch for a while before leaving!" Xiao Rou gazed intently at Chen Feng, her eyes full of longing.

"Alright!" Chen Feng paused in thought and finally nodded his assent. After all, Xiao Rou had saved him, and she had just spent money buying him clothes.

He couldn't possibly refuse this small request of hers. A Can noticed Xiao Rou's attitude toward Chen Feng, and a flicker of displeasure crossed his face, quickly vanishing as he settled into a smile.

"Let's go, the three of us can join the group of young people!" A Can announced and headed toward the largest bonfire in the center. Since the Advent of the Gods Festival was a day of revelry, many formalities were set aside.

The young people gathered together, singing and dancing boisterously. Chen Feng followed the two and found a sparsely populated spot to sit down, pondering his own situation.

Having just managed to familiarize himself with one world, he was now in a completely unfamiliar place. It would be a lie to say he wasn't uneasy.

Though his cultivation was high, he still felt this sense of loneliness. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

The priority was to understand this world's power structure, find a way out, and return to the world he was familiar with. "Since this world worships Senior Yan Long, given his personality, there must be a passage connected to his former world," Chen Feng mused.

"According to the Great Elder, Yan Long visited the Myriad Beast Cave many times. Could the passage connecting these two worlds be in the Myriad Beast Cave?" "Highly possible.

I vanished near Blood Iron Ridge after unleashing the Wushi (Formless Strike), and the stability of the Myriad Beast Cave is very poor. There might very well be a spatial passage leading here!" The more Chen Feng thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, and his sense of isolation gradually faded.

"Tomorrow, I'll ask where they found me and see if there are any spatial anomalies nearby!" Chen Feng made a silent decision. If he could cross over from that place, then this location must also be a place where the spatial barriers are weak.

If only he could unleash another Wushi to break open the spatial wall... ……………………………………………………………………………… "Everyone is gathered today, and it’s rare that Brother A Can is back too.

How about we ask him to show us his skills?" The shout of a young man jarred Chen Feng out of his contemplation. Many of these youths were A Can’s staunchest supporters, so the immediate outcry was met with widespread agreement.

"Yes! Teacher White demonstrated his martial arts this morning; he was amazing, smashing a boulder weighing hundreds of jin with a single punch.

A Can, can you perform this too?" one youth said with clear admiration. "Right, A Can, show us your stone-breaking skill!

Let us broaden our horizons!" another young man roared. A Can was the foremost hero among the youths, and the proposal to break stones instantly gained much support, especially from the accompanying young women, whose eyes shone brightly, clapping their hands as if they could devour A Can whole.

"Don't be shy; hurry up and come forward! Look how many village girls are waiting to watch you perform!" one youth called out.

"Haha..." Everyone laughed. "Alright, since that’s the case, I won't hold back," A Can chuckled, then whispered to Xiao Rou, "I'll be right back." He stood up.

When A Can left, Xiao Rou glanced at Chen Feng and said, "He... he and I..." She stopped halfway when she realized the latter was utterly unconcerned, glared sharply at him, pouted, and fell silent.

A Can had grown up with her, and his path to becoming a Bronze Armored Warrior was entirely due to White's tutelage. He had liked Xiao Rou since childhood, spurred on by her stated desire for a man as strong as her father.

He trained relentlessly, achieving the rank of Third-Level Bronze Armored Warrior by the age of eighteen! But the admirer was left unrequited; Xiao Rou only saw him as an older brother, holding no romantic interest.

This frustrated the youth, leading him to leave and serve as a guard in the chapel of the nearby town, attempting to prove his worth to Xiao Rou through strength. In front of the bonfire, A Can stood bare-chested, displaying his robust musculature.

With a tense effort, his muscles bulged like prominent knots. "Good!" All the young men roared in unison.

He smiled faintly, strode over to a row of stone locks, as such equipment was plentiful in the training area. Spotting a stone lock weighing 500 jin, he sank his qi to his dan tian, shouted loudly, and the muscles in his right arm tightened like twisted steel cables, instantly unleashing a force of overwhelming power.

"Rise!" The stone lock responded immediately and was tossed into the air, whistling through the air with a 'huhu' sound. The crowd cheered in unison as they watched such a large stone being flung up with one hand.

Seeing the cheers, A Can added force, scooping the descending stone lock with a single-arm catch. He gripped the handle and rotated his arms, quickly making the heavy object weave into a figure-eight pattern.

A Third-Level Bronze Armored Warrior possessed the strength of 600 jin, so wielding a 500 jin lock in a figure-eight wasn't overly difficult. Witnessing him manipulate the lock like this, some of the more timid youths began to tremble, afraid that he might lose his grip and send the stone crashing down on them.

A Can let out a hearty laugh, spun the lock one more time, then suddenly let go. The stone lock flew whistling directly toward Chen Feng's head.

"Ah..." Many of the fainter-hearted girls screamed simultaneously. At that moment, A Can thrust his legs down hard, digging a shoe-shaped crater into the smooth training ground.

He lunged forward like a cannonball, thrusting his iron-like arms out, grabbing the handle of the stone lock again. With a powerful pull, the massive lock abruptly stopped less than half a meter from Chen Feng’s head.

"Hoo..." The airflow generated by the stone lock blew Chen Feng's hair back from his forehead. "A Can, what are you doing?" Xiao Rou shouted angrily, standing up.

Among these people, only she knew that Chen Feng already possessed the strength of a Fourth-Level Bronze Armored Warrior. So, when the stone lock flew toward him, she wasn't worried about Chen Feng being hit; rather, she felt A Can’s action was excessive.

"Oh, nothing much, just an accidental slip!" A Can said with a smile. His goal was simple: to frighten this red-haired boy who was getting so close to Xiao Rou.

However, to his disappointment, the target hadn't even lifted his head, as if he hadn't noticed the massive stone in A Can’s hands at all. "Accidental slip?

I think you did it on purpose!" Xiao Rou’s face flushed red with anger. Her feelings for Chen Feng were merely curiosity, not yet affection.

Any girl who saves someone for the first time would naturally feel an impulse to protect them—to put it plainly, this was a form of maternal instinct, though referring to the nurturing kindness inherent in femininity. Women possess maternal instinct, just as many women feel heartache for injured small animals.

Chen Feng had only awakened at noon and suffered amnesia; despite being a Fourth-Level Bronze Armored Warrior, in her eyes, he was still vulnerable and needed her protection. Therefore, even though A Can was like a brother to her, she would absolutely argue fiercely on principle.

This was the first time A Can had been yelled at by Xiao Rou, and because of an insignificant boy, his temper flared up. He roared, "What?

Yes, I did it on purpose! I wanted to scare him!" Seeing A Can angry, several youths who usually got along well with him immediately stepped forward: "Brother A Can, don't be angry.

Sister Xiao Rou didn't mean to argue with you. Let's both calm down..." The fact that A Can secretly adored Xiao Rou was common knowledge in the village, so when the two quarreled, a few peacemakers naturally appeared.

"Hey, kid, you caused someone to argue, yet you're just sitting there leisurely!" one youth said angrily upon seeing Chen Feng remain still. Chen Feng finally looked up, snapping out of his deep thought.

He had felt absolutely no danger when the 500-jin stone lock flew toward him. His body was harder than steel; let alone a mere stone!

Even if A Can hadn't caught the lock, the impact on his head would only have broken the stone, not injured him. "Brother Chen Feng, let's go!" Xiao Rou shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, feeling as if she herself had been bullied.

She grabbed Chen Feng's arm and started pulling him back. "Sister Xiao Rou, don't shield this kid!

This kid caused you and Brother A Can to fight; why are you letting him leave so easily?" the youths who were trying to mediate restrained Xiao Rou and said. These youths idolized strength and modeled themselves after A Can.

Anyone could see that A Can's argument today stemmed mainly from Xiao Rou's excessive kindness toward this newcomer. Since their 'boss' couldn't strike, the duty of punishing this boy fell to his subordinates!

He was just a stranger; beating him up wouldn't likely bring retribution from anyone. "Hazing newcomers" existed in both this other world and Earth, and it was always incredibly "popular." "Move aside!" Xiao Rou demanded angrily.

"Sister Xiao Rou, don't interfere; this is a matter between men," the youths argued, using manly rhetoric while facing Chen Feng. "Since you caused Brother A Can to fight, apologize to him immediately?" "A Can was the one who used the stone lock to threaten people, and now he demands an apology?

Chen Feng, let's go, ignore them!" Xiao Rou shouted in anger, pulling Chen Feng along as she continued walking forward. "Sister Xiao Rou, please don't make things difficult for us, alright?" The youths looked at Xiao Rou with forced, unnatural smiles.

At this point, even the dullest person could see Xiao Rou's determination to protect Chen Feng. If she now claimed Chen Feng had nothing to do with it, few would believe her.

Chen Feng realized the situation had become complicated, and his eyes darkened with hostility. In his previous state, such obstruction and mockery from these youths would likely have resulted in death or severe maiming.

However, his state of mind was much calmer now; his former impulsiveness had receded. He gently eased his arm out of Xiao Rou's grasp and turned, walking back toward the center of the crowd.

"Brother Chen Feng, what are you doing?" Xiao Rou cried out nervously as Chen Feng walked back. "A Can didn't mean any harm just now; don't hurt him..." A woman's fickleness was fully displayed at this moment.

Just moments ago, she was angrily accusing A Can of acting deliberately; now, seeing Chen Feng advance, she immediately began defending him. Her words were well-intentioned, but to A Can’s ears, they sounded like a direct mockery.

He roared loudly, "What, kid, you want to fight me? Do you believe I won't twist you into a pretzel with one punch..." However, what puzzled him was that Chen Feng completely ignored his words and walked straight toward the row of stone locks.

Chen Feng’s eyes briefly scanned the locks, and he stopped before the one marked '1 jin'. Without bending down, he hooked his toe under it and kicked upward.

The massive stone lock flew toward A Can's forehead, accompanied by a fierce 'huhu' whistling sound! Let alone being able to lift the 1000-jin stone lock, even if A Can could lift it, the force generated by that kick combined with the weight was not something he could withstand.

"Ah..." A Can's expression instantly changed. He scrambled backward in panic, but before he could retreat far enough, he felt an intense heat—he had backed right into the massive bonfire.

"Bang!" Caught between the front and the back, A Can panicked briefly and fell onto the flames, scattering embers everywhere. As he fell, the huge stone lock did not stop but continued hurtling toward his skull.

His face turned ashen yellow. He didn't even notice the fire scorching his back with a 'sizzling' sound; in desperation, he instinctively covered his head.

"Hoo..." The immense 1000-jin stone lock stopped silently, less than one centimeter from him, completely motionless. The powerful wind pressure made him feel on the verge of suffocation.

Looking up, he saw Chen Feng standing proudly in place, seemingly unbothered, holding the stone lock in his right hand as easily as one might hold a toy. ps:: There will be another chapter tonight...

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