Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Chapter 138 Siege
"Well, if you ever change your mind, Tianxia will always welcome you."

As he spoke, Feng Zhenghao took out a secret book bound with thread and handed it to Lin Yi.

[Obtain 'Spirit Conqueror']

[Main quest completed (5/8)]

[Since 'Spirit Conscription and General Sent' is a special resource of this world, 10% of the world's source is obtained, and the current world's source is 128.7%]

“Uncle Feng, don’t let Xingtong continue to practice the art of summoning spirits and sending generals. Xingtong’s willpower isn’t particularly strong. If he really gets caught up in it, it will be troublesome.” Lin Yi said earnestly.

Feng Zhenghao sighed deeply and nodded, "Well, I understand."

Similar to the other eight unique techniques, Soul Confinement and General Summoning is also accompanied by significant side effects.

Frequent summoning of spirits is a heavy burden on the body and mind of the person serving the spirits.

Long-term over-reliance on spiritual power will gradually weaken the user's own abilities and resistance, and even worse, may lead to the loss of control over one's own consciousness.

For example, Wang Bing of the Wang family. Actually, Wang Bing's nature is not that bad. It's just that because he overused the Soul Binding and General Sent Technique, he devoured too many spirits. As a result, the remaining souls of those spirits eroded his spiritual world, causing his current behavior to become a little weird.
Through the use of the Eight Great Skills of Confining Spirits and Sending Generals, Feng Zhenghao realized that similar problems might exist in the other Eight Great Skills.

Therefore, he was not so fanatical and obsessed in his pursuit of the Eight Great Techniques.

Three days later, in a bar at night.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a scent mixed with alcohol and a hint of tobacco hit me in the face.

Under the dim lights, the interior of the bar presents a hazy and warm atmosphere.

On the bar, various wine bottles are neatly arranged, quietly waiting for tonight's guests.

The bartender skillfully mixes cocktails, and the sound of glasses clinking against each other echoes in the quiet air, adding a touch of mystery and elegance.

The guests sat in groups of three or four on sofas in the corner or on high chairs in front of the bar, chatting in low voices and occasionally bursting into lighthearted laughter.

The soft jazz music echoed in the bar, adding a touch of romance and comfort to the evening.

At the other end of the bar, on a small stage, a jazz band was playing melodious music.

Guests either swayed gently to the music or listened quietly, enjoying this unique tranquility and relaxation.

The waiter Jingye saw who was coming and the professional smile on his face froze instantly.

He stared blankly at the Taoist priest in front of him, muttering in his heart: "A Taoist priest comes to a bar? This is really the first time."

"This... Taoist priest," Jingye asked tentatively, with a hint of curiosity and confusion in his voice, "I wonder if you need anything from us?"

He had worked as a waiter for so many years, but this was the first time he saw a Taoist priest step into a place like a bar.

Taoist Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said to Jingye kindly, "Little donor, you are busy, we are just taking a look."

Lin Yi took out five hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and gently placed them on Jingye's tray. "Don't bother. We are just here to look for someone. Consider this money as a tip for you."

Under the light, those red hundred-dollar bills sparkled, as if they had some kind of magic.

Jingye's eyes lit up, and the curiosity and confusion in his heart were instantly thrown away.

He nodded and bowed, saying enthusiastically, "Hey, please come in and take a seat, gentlemen. If you can't find anyone, just call me. I'm familiar with this area."

At this moment, all eyes in the bar were focused on Lin Yi and Zhang Zhiwei.

A fat man with a gold chain around his neck kept shaking his hands, obviously extremely panicked.

He originally just wanted to come out for a drink and relax, but he didn't expect these two terrifying characters to suddenly appear here.

Realizing that the other party had ill intentions, the fat man would naturally not sit still and wait for death.

He instantly overturned the table in front of him and rushed towards the window of the bar, trying to escape from this dangerous place.

In his opinion, as long as he could leave this enclosed space, he would be confident of escaping from Zhang Zhiwei's hands. However, just as he was about to touch the window, a faint golden light appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's body.

The next second, the fat man seemed to be hit hard by some mysterious force and fell heavily from mid-air.

"Damn it, since you are going too far, I will satisfy you!" The fat man struggled to get up from the ground with a ferocious look on his face.

He quickly took out a handful of dozens of thirty-centimeter-long black needles from his waist and threw them fiercely at Zhang Zhiwei.

These black needles flashed a cold light under the light, as if carrying a deadly threat.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of shattering windows echoed throughout the bar. More than a dozen panes of glass were shattered under the fat man's fierce attack. The flying glass shards made everyone around dodge in horror.

At this time, the fat man no longer cared about the ordinary people around him.

He knew very well that Zhang Zhiwei really wanted to kill him this time, so he no longer had any scruples and decided to drag Zhang Zhiwei into this mess at all costs.

"Oh my, why are they all so impulsive? It's really troublesome." Lin Yi looked at the ordinary people lying in a pool of blood and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

His hands shone with the light of healing magic, and he quickly swept over the injured people in the bar.

Under his treatment, the wounds healed quickly and soon everyone returned to normal.

The fat man had already fled out of the back door of the bar in a panic.

Lin Yi and Zhang Zhiwei were not in a hurry. They walked out of the bar slowly and came to the back alley of the bar.

As soon as they entered the alley, they found that the entire alley was blocked by people.

These people are filled with the aura of Qi, and they are obviously members of the alien world.

"It seems that Quan Xing can't bear it anymore. Old Master, I can't handle so many people. I'll leave it to you." Lin Yi smiled and took two steps back, leaving the battlefield to Zhang Zhiwei.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of halos flashed above his feet, and a mysterious power quietly injected into Zhang Zhiwei's body.

Zhang Zhiwei felt his body lighten and couldn't help but glance at Lin Yi.

"It must not be easy to gather so many people." Zhang Zhiwei walked forward slowly, his eyes fell on the fat man with a big gold chain, and said lightly.

He knew that many of these Quanxing members had hurried here from the far north.

They had put a lot of thought into fighting against themselves and Lin Yi.

The fat man spat out a mouthful of blood, glared at Zhang Zhiwei, and responded stubbornly: "Tsk! There's nothing we can do. If you insist on killing us all, we have no choice but to resort to this." There was a bit of helplessness and anger in his tone, as if he was accusing Zhang Zhiwei of coercion.

However, Zhang Zhiwei was not moved by his words.

He waved his hand gently, and immediately there was some kind of vibration sound in the air.

The next second, the fat man seemed to be hit by a speeding car. He flew in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

After rolling on the ground for more than ten meters, he finally stopped at the entrance of the alley, motionless and silent.

This scene shocked everyone present.

They originally thought that with the support of so many people, Fatty could at least compete with Zhang Zhiwei.

However, reality cruelly shattered their fantasy.

"Hey, hey, hey! Old Master, we have agreed that all the heads on this trip will be mine. Why are you still trying to steal the job?" Lin Yi said in a teasing tone.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry, I just made him pass out, I didn't kill him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the members of Quan Xing rushed up one by one, roaring, trying to suppress Zhang Zhiwei with their numerical advantage.

Zhang Zhiwei stood there as if nothing had happened. Facing the rushing enemies, he waved his arm lightly, and a member of the Quanxing team was hit by a huge force, flew backwards, and hit the wall of the alley heavily.

(End of this chapter)