High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords Chapter 204 - 187: Soul Farm! Death to Those Who Enslave My

A brutish-looking Chief Constable noticed Han Feng.

He pointed his scabbard at him and swaggered over.

"I don’t recognize you. You from out of town, too? Where are your registration papers?"

Han Feng ignored him and focused on the Chief Constable again.

[Target: Illusion Realm Law Enforcer · Chief Constable]

[Energy Intensity: Tier One Peak]

[Trait: Rule Incarnation. Attacking it is equivalent to ’Anti-Technique’ and will violate the ’Ping’an County Law’, triggering suppression from the Illusion Realm’s source.]

’I see.’

’This is a rule-based trap.’

’Attack these governnt officials, and the entire Illusion Realm will turn against you.’

’Don’t attack, and you’ll be taken away without a fight, just like Wang ng and the others.’

’And the outco will be anything but good.’

"I’m talking to you! Are you mute?"

When the Chief Constable saw Han Feng remain silent, the flesh on his face twitched, and he reached out to grab his shoulder.

Han Feng’s eyes turned cold. He sidestepped, dipping his shoulder slightly.

The Chief Constable’s hand swiped through the air, grabbing nothing.

’He couldn’t attack, but nothing said he couldn’t run.’

"You dare to dodge?"

The Chief Constable was stunned for a mont, then flew into a rage.

"Seize him! This kid’s unregistered too!"

Several nearby governnt officials imdiately closed in.

The broadswords in their hands were half-drawn, their blades reflecting a cold light in the sun.

Han Feng glanced at Wang ng and the others, who were surrounded, their faces filled with fear.

In the end, he held back.

’If he acted now, he wouldn’t just fail to save them, he’d get himself trapped too.’

’The priority right now is to figure out all the rules of this Illusion Realm!’

He pushed off with his feet, his body moving like the wind.

Before the encirclent could close, he slipped through an opening.

"Trying to run? After him!"

The Chief Constable roared, leading several governnt officials in hot pursuit.

Han Feng didn’t use his Mastery Level Body Technique. He moved only at the speed of an ordinary Martial Artist, weaving through the crowd.

He deliberately ducked into narrow alleys.

After a few turns, he had completely shaken off the group of pampered governnt officials.

Hiding behind a pile of junk, Han Feng held his breath and spread his Divine Sense.

He "saw" the governnt officials chase to the mouth of the alley, where they stopped, hands on their hips, cursing under their breath.

"Damn it, where’d he go? Fast as a rabbit."

"Chief, should we keep chasing?"

"Chase my ass! We have priorities. Let’s escort this batch of Floating People back first. If we’re late and the County Magistrate gets angry, can you bear the responsibility?"

The Chief Constable spat, seemingly having completely forgotten that a "wanted criminal" had just escaped.

He turned and led his n away, shouting as they escorted Wang ng’s group in a different direction.

Han Feng erged from the shadows, his eyes cold.

’Just as I thought. These governnt officials are just programs executing preset commands.’

’Once the target is out of sight, the pursuit command automatically terminates.’

He quietly followed the group, watching as Wang ng and the others were herded into an impressive-looking mansion.

On the mansion’s plaque, three large words were written in a flamboyant, cursive script.

County Magistrate’s Office.

Han Feng’s gaze fell on those three words.

[Target: Rule Node · Ping’an County Magistrate’s Office]

[Information: The core rule execution site of the Illusion Realm. Should an extralegal being enter this place, they will be fully suppressed by the Illusion Realm’s source and attract the attention of the rule-maker.]

Outside the County Magistrate’s Office, the streets were bustling.

Han Feng found a teahouse on a street corner and took a seat by a window on the second floor.

From this angle, he had a clear view of the entire entrance to the County Magistrate’s Office and the notice wall in front of it.

He ordered a pot of the cheapest coarse tea. It was bitter, but he paid it no mind.

His entire focus was on the building, which appeared majestic but was in fact filled with hidden dangers.

After waiting for about the ti it takes for an incense stick to burn, two governnt officials erged from a side door of the County Magistrate’s Office.

They carried a bucket of paste and a roll of new notices.

They moved deftly, tearing down the old notices and pasting up the new ones.

"The Governnt is hiring!"

"Any unregistered Floating People who register at the Governnt Office will be assigned a job and given two full als a day!"

The governnt official shouted a few tis at the top of his lungs, and soon, a crowd gathered in front of the notice wall.

Most were local city residents, craning their necks to watch the commotion.

But mixed in the crowd were also so "Floating People" like Wang ng and the others, dressed in rags with numb expressions.

Han Feng’s gaze swept across the crowd, and he saw a few familiar faces—all students from East Sea Martial Arts University.

But right now, their faces showed only the fear of starvation and confusion about the future.

A young student, who looked to be no older than eighteen or nineteen, hesitantly stepped out of the crowd after being nudged by the person next to him.

His lips were cracked and dry, as if he had been starving for a long ti.

Urged on by an impatient governnt official, he walked unsteadily toward a makeshift desk set up in front of the Governnt Office.

A Scribe asked coldly, without looking up.

"Na, origin, skills?"

The student just shook his head blankly, uttering aningless syllables.

"Whatever. Another idiot."

The Scribe impatiently made a mark in the register before him and then took out a black wooden tablet.

He carved a few words on it and tossed it over.

"Take this. From now on, you’re a miner at the West Mountain Mine. Go over there to get today’s food, then follow Wang."

Han Feng’s gaze remained locked on the student.

’All Things Identification!’

Before the student picked up the wooden tablet, the system panel showed:

[Target: Zhou Ping (Spiritual Body)]

[Status: mories sealed, Divine Soul suppressed, identity set to ’Floating People’, temporarily not bound by the rules of Ping’an County.]

But the mont his fingers touched the wooden tablet—his "household registration"—the information on the panel instantly changed.

[Target: Resident of Ping’an County · Zhou Ping]