“Damn! Do they want me to kill every last one of them?” Lin Feng looked around, found a safe spot to lay Qin Jian down, then positioned himself in front of a massive stone. With one ear listening to the approaching footsteps, he placed his hands on the stone, a cruel smirk curling his lips.
It was evident that the enemies inside the mountain had caught up. Lin Feng’s attack speed was simply monstrous; originally, his Windswift Boots, which had a +2 agility boost, had fused with two other magic cards, resulting in an even more exaggerated agility enhancement, now up to +4. And Lin Feng was no longer just an ordinary high school student; after numerous miraculous encounters, not only had his physique greatly improved due to his cultivation techniques, but he had also received the soul power of a level 9 expert within the mountain, amassing an energy within him that was terrifyingly abundant. However, this overwhelming energy inside him was always in a state of frenzy, like hundreds of wild, unruly horses rampaging through his body, treating his body like a vast plain to dash across relentlessly. Lin Feng felt that only by continuously punching and killing could he slightly alleviate the violent energy within. Without the help of Niu Niu, what inconvenienced him the most was this chaotic, blind situation. He was not one for scheming, and now being dragged into this conflict, there was no way he could stay out of it. The only way to resolve the crisis now seemed to be to stand firm with Qin Jian, united against these detestable invaders!
With three wild roars, Lin Feng exerted all his strength to push, and the giant stone, which was taller than him, began to loosen. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the stone, which must have weighed over a thousand pounds, above his head. With a twist of his waist, he launched the stone like a missile, accompanied by fierce winds, directly towards the crumbling stone door. Just as a few oddly dressed individuals peeked out, the giant stone hurtled towards them. They barely had time to scream before being crushed into pulp by the stone, which then continued to roll down the stone steps inside the door, accompanied by screams echoing from within. After a while, when no more sounds came from inside, Lin Feng, still not satisfied, went for another stone, repeating the process, hurling more “stone bombs” into the lair of the Sun Ascension Sect.
He sat down, exhausted, when he finally ran out of suitable stones. “Brother Qin, what do we do now?” Qin Jian, looking weak but finally awake due to the thunderous noise, asked, “Where are we?” “We’re inside a mountain, probably one of the main peaks of Yuban Mountain. It’s been occupied by bandits from the Sun Ascension Sect, who’ve set up quite a spectacle inside.” This discovery left Lin Feng, a local of Yushan City, with a bitter taste, as if his newly built house had been squatted in by vagrants before he could even move in.
“Inside a mountain?” Qin Jian, unaware of how Lin Feng had fought his way out, nor knowing exactly where he had been held, quickly made a connection upon hearing Lin Feng’s words. The organization had been tracking the Sun Ascension Sect’s main base on the mainland, rumored to be inside a mountain. “Xiao Lin, you must find a way to report this to our comrades at Bureau Nine.”
Lin Feng shrugged, wanting to say he had practically wiped out the Sun Ascension Sect’s nest but held back, not wanting to shock the weakened Qin Jian. He nodded firmly, “I will!”
“Brother Qin, after reversing your meridians and transferring your soul power to me, do you have any other way…”
“Xiao Lin, there’s no need to be discouraged, you’ve done well! There’s something I want to tell you.”
“Go ahead, I’m listening.”
“Don’t hold a grudge against the people from Bureau Nine; they were just following protocol with you.”
“What’s the point in saying that? I won’t stoop to their level!” To Lin Feng, the experience in the secret base of the Ninth Bureau of State Security was nothing more than a nightmare long past. What truly troubled and perplexed him was the non-human old witch in Yupanshan and the bizarre sights and sounds he encountered within the Sheng Yang Sect. The old witch was the real enemy that made his blood run cold! Yet, this was something he couldn’t discuss with anyone else. Today’s successive encounters in this lair of the Sheng Yang Sect had given rise to a terrifying thought in his mind. The followers of the Sheng Yang Sect acted in such a strange manner, everyone seemed like a fanatic of the Lich King Xinaras from the game “Fantasy World,” and the layout of this secret hideout was completely modeled after the Lich King’s lair, the Tomb of the Demon King, from the game. What did all this signify? While Lin Feng and Qin Jian were fighting to a stalemate on the rooftop, the Sheng Yang Sect suddenly intervened, capturing Qin Jian and bringing him to this den, ostensibly to investigate the whereabouts of the so-called sacred relic of the Sheng Yang Sect. What was this sacred relic? Why were the people of the Sheng Yang Sect so certain that the relic was in Qin Jian’s possession?
The last time, the old witch had appeared at the Sheng Yang Sect’s hideout under the Laojun Temple in Yupanshan, and judging by the situation at that time, she was clearly one of the highest-ranking leaders within the Sheng Yang Sect. With her terrifying power, she must be of a higher status than Teng Lan, who was currently overseeing this secret hideout. But why was she absent during this crucial search for the relic? Lin Feng believed that if the old witch were present in the mountain, even with Qin Jian’s soul energy transfer, he would have no chance against her. Moreover, another inexplicable matter was that whether it was the Sheng Yang Sect or the non-human old witch, or even Qin Jian who was captured in such a designed trap, everything seemed to have an inexplicable connection with the thriving online game “Fantasy World.” And that sacred relic, when he was farming gear in “Fantasy World,” he had been in the lair of the Lich King Xinaras, the Tomb of the Demon King!
That day, in that crowded internet cafe, after discovering a strange game bug, he had furiously used thousands of magic cards to unleash a whirlwind strike, nearly defeating the ultimate boss, the transformed Lich King Xinaras! Then, out of the blue, a system lottery window popped up, and after being bumped, a mysterious black box appeared, from which a system gift package fell out of the monitor. Could it be that the ugly, pre-molted phone charm, Niu Niu, was the sacred relic that the Sheng Yang Sect was desperately seeking?
Qin Jian’s call brought Lin Feng back from the terrifying mental whirlpool. “What?!” Lin Feng responded in alarm, springing up from the ground, “What did you say?!” He wasn’t sure if he had said anything inappropriate while lost in his thoughts, so he cautiously kept some distance from Qin Jian, ready to jump and escape at any moment. “Are you okay physically?” Qin Jian asked tentatively. After all, he was a ninth-level master in the world of Intent, and it was easy for him to notice something was off with Lin Feng from subtle clues. However, in his view, Lin Feng’s discomfort stemmed from suddenly receiving all of his soul energy transfer, causing a disruption in his vital energy. That’s why he asked about Lin Feng’s physical condition.
