Chapter 1009: Visiting the Traveler

When Chu Feng arrived at the Zhao Family Bank, he deliberately concealed his aura, and the staff received him warmly enough. However, when Chu Feng asked where the Falling Leaves Bamboo Forest was, the person who had greeted him asked Chu Feng to wait a moment in the parlor.

Before long, the steward reappeared, but this time, a young man accompanied him.

The man had thick brows and large eyes, with fair skin that gave him a rather pretty-boy look. He was dressed impeccably, and from his appearance he couldn't have been older than thirty. He was also a martial cultivator, possessing a cultivation at the first level of Heaven Martial.

"I am Zhao Shaoqiu, young master of the Zhao Family Bank. Might I ask this brother's honored name?" the young man said with a smile as he approached.

"Chu Feng," Chu Feng replied politely with a smile.

"So it's Brother Chu Feng. I hear you wish to visit the Falling Leaves Bamboo Forest?" Zhao Shaoqiu asked.

"That's right." Chu Feng nodded.

"I don't know the Falling Leaves Bamboo Forest myself, but I know someone who is familiar with every corner of the world—even the entire Sacred Land of Martial Arts holds no place he hasn't heard of. If Brother Chu Feng is willing, I can introduce you to this person," Zhao Shaoqiu said.

"Oh? The Sacred Land of Martial Arts is vast—someone who truly knows every corner of it? That's quite the ability. Might I ask who this person is?" Chu Feng smiled faintly, and rather than rushing off, he calmly sat down.

Having met all manner of people, Chu Feng could tell at a glance that this young master Zhao Shaoqiu was no good sort. The man was likely trying to set a trap, so Chu Feng decided to observe him and test whether his claims held any truth.

If they were true, fine. If not, the man would pay the price—because nothing Chu Feng hated more than being lied to.

"Hey, Brother Chu Feng, you're a martial cultivator too, aren't you? What level are you at currently?" Zhao Shaoqiu deflected the question with one of his own.

"I am indeed a cultivator, but my cultivation is shallow—hardly worth mentioning," Chu Feng replied with a casual smile.

"That's about what I guessed. If I'm not wrong, your cultivation is at most at the Xuan Wu Realm. But you must have some kind of treasure that conceals it, which is why I can't see through your level," Zhao Shaoqiu said with a strange grin.

"Young Master, you're not thinking of robbing me, are you?" Chu Feng maintained his smile, but it was an unnervingly calm one.

"Oh, Brother Chu Feng, whatever do you mean? My Zhao Family Bank may not be some great sect, but here in Jinhua City, we're a top-tier martial family. A treasure that conceals cultivation? My Zhao Family has no shortage of those.

I just want you to understand how remarkable the person I know is. He is no ordinary cultivator—he is a Martial King." At this, Zhao Shaoqiu cast a slightly disdainful glance at Chu Feng and continued:

"A Martial King—that is not a realm someone like you can even fathom. It is a level that only those with exceptional talent, who have endured unimaginable hardship and seized every opportunity, can ever reach."

"Brother Chu Feng, I don't mean to look down on you, but on the land you came from, you've probably never even seen a Martial King, have you?"

"Heh..." Chu Feng didn't bother refuting Zhao Shaoqiu's words. He simply shrugged and smiled—a smile whose meaning only he understood.

Zhao Shaoqiu clearly couldn't grasp what Chu Feng meant, and his smugness only grew. Looking at Chu Feng the way a city dweller might eye a country bumpkin, he said, "My Jinhua City has a long history, but the Martial Kings it has produced can be counted on one hand. And he was the last Martial King our city ever produced—since his generation, not a single Martial King has emerged from Jinhua City."