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Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Killing of Tu
The Moon City Sword pierced slightly into the forehead of the Cultist Tu, while the giant axe gradually sank into Lin Feng's chest. The two engaged in a life-and-death struggle, competing in their final showdown.
For Lin Feng, this was a contest without suspense. His physical body, at least for now, appeared unmatched among the new generation of Walkers.
Tu felt a surge of fear as he marveled at Lin Feng's Physical Strength. It wasn't just that his flesh was extraordinarily tough; the Ninth-Grade Treasure contained earth-shattering power, capable of inflicting damage to one's Internal Organs through mere contact. Yet, it seemed that Lin Feng had sustained no injuries. This led Tu to conclude that the foundation within him was also remarkably solid.
Such a flawless Foundation Establishment was unheard of.
The demon race and Barbarians were known for their physical toughness, but they primarily relied on sheer flesh and blood.
Fate Realization alone was insufficient to unleash the true power of a Ninth-Grade Treasure. Otherwise, both Lin Feng and Tu would have long been obliterated by its might.
Fate Realization could only allow the Ninth-Grade Treasure to exhibit its external characteristics, such as the sharpness of the giant axe and the Moon City Sword, or their indestructibility. However, to awaken the true power contained within a Ninth-Grade Treasure required immense Cultivation to merge with and activate it.
At this moment, the sky took on a gray hue as night gradually faded away, giving way to dawn.
The standoff between the two lasted for an entire hour until finally, Lin Feng's Moon City Sword pierced through Tu's forehead, invading his Sea of Consciousness and destroying his Primordial Spirit, leading to his complete demise.
The Ancient Cauldron absorbed a significant amount of Essence Blood from powerful Fate Realization Realm warriors, emitting a continuous buzzing sound. Lin Feng put it away. Although victorious in this final battle, he had sustained serious injuries.
A gaping wound opened across his chest revealed white bone beneath; he had lost too much blood and looked ghastly. Lin Feng glanced at the unconscious Sima Shangshan before darkness enveloped him, causing him to faint.
When Lin Feng awoke, he vaguely saw a magnificent Peerless Woman looking at him with concern. As his vision cleared, he recognized Tang Jiner.
"I... I pay my respects..."
Lin Feng was about to rise to pay his respects when Tang Jiner quickly supported him and said, "You are gravely injured; there is no need for formalities."
"Thank you, my lady."
Lin Feng lay down, feeling intense pain throughout his body. Especially within the Sea of Consciousness, his Primordial Spirit felt as if it had been severely injured.
Tang Jiner said, "You just broke through to Fate Realization, and your Foundation is still unstable. You shouldn't have fought. Yet you went through a life-and-death struggle, and your Primordial Spirit was heavily damaged. It will take some time to recover. However, your Primordial Spirit is strong; you'll wake up in just two days. If it were someone else, they would need at least fifteen days to regain consciousness."
"I see, thank you for your guidance, my lord," Lin Feng replied with a smile.
"Lin, I find you increasingly difficult to see through. I remember when you first arrived; you were only at the early stage of Nurturing Origin Realm. In less than a year, you broke through to the early stage of Fate Realization. Such talent is rare not just in Yang Prefecture but across all nations and sects in Jiuzhou Continent. Or perhaps you've been hiding your true abilities?" Tang Jiner gazed at Lin Feng quietly, waiting for his response.
Lin Feng smiled; it was always nice to be praised, especially by his beautiful superior. He said, "Cultivation is truly unpredictable. During my time in Foundation Realm, my progress was very slow. I didn't expect that after entering Nurturing Origin Realm, I would break through while training and fighting. It wasn't intentional concealment."
Tang Jiner blinked thoughtfully at Lin Feng's words before saying, "Regardless, you killed the Eighth Demon Disciple—a great achievement indeed. With this alone, you are qualified to become Chief Captain."
"My lord, I dare not take credit for this. It was all Sima's contribution. If it weren't for Sima and the Cultist both being gravely injured and exhausted, I wouldn't have been able to kill the Cultist no matter what."
Thinking of Sima Shangshan, the friend who had fought bravely back-to-back with him, Lin Feng immediately asked, "My lord, how is Sima doing now?"
"He has not yet awakened," Tang Jiner shook her head, revealing a serious expression. It wasn't that she was overly worried about Sima Shangshan; rather, it was that the intelligence he had risked his life to obtain during his unconsciousness could not be conveyed.
"Is Sima that badly injured?" Lin Feng couldn't help but ask further.
"Now that you've reached Fate Realization, you'll understand that Fate Realization burns Vital Energy to unleash Manifestation of Divine Powers. However, this Divine Ability consumes Vital Energy too quickly; it can only be used once in Fate Realization. When Sima Shangshan's Vital Energy was exhausted, he risked his life to unleash an Essence Blood strike."
"Essence Blood is different from Cultivation. When Cultivation is exhausted, it can be replenished. Essence Blood is like a Cultivator's life—rare and incredibly precious. Using even a little means losing a little. Who knows how many years of cultivation it takes to condense a single drop of Essence Blood? Fortunately, he is not in danger of losing his life."
"I see."
Lin Feng recalled the battle from that night; Sima Shangshan had fought with a heart ready for death—what did it matter if he burned his Essence Blood? Suddenly remembering Sima Shangshan's instructions, Lin Feng said, "Before Sima passed away, he had two messages for me to convey."
"Hurry," Tang Jiner's eyes brightened as she immediately looked around to ensure no one was listening.
"The first message is that General Qiu died at the hands of War Maniac and Zhu Chui. He has gathered ample evidence."
"Indeed, these two villains. But that old man Jiang Wannian must be the one pulling the strings behind the scenes." Tang Jiner's beautiful face was filled with anger, radiating a strong killing intent.
Seeing that Lin Feng had not continued, Tang Jiner urged, "What else?"
"There's more..." Lin Feng hesitated before continuing, "He asked, he asked..."
"What did he ask? Hurry up!"
"He... did you ever think of him?"
After saying this, Lin Feng couldn't help but glance at Tang Jiner, eager to gauge her reaction and attitude.
Tang Jiner was taken aback. "Is that all?"
"That's it. (Isn't that enough? Does he have to say he loves you?)" Lin Feng replied.
"He nearly died, and those were the only two sentences he managed to say?"
"Yes, my lady, what exactly do you want to hear?"
"Damn it," Tang Jiner said with a look of resentment. "The Demon Army is mysterious. I sent him to investigate the truth, yet he returned with nothing but these vague words."
"Maybe he forgot and thought those two sentences were the most important," Lin Feng speculated.
"The first sentence is somewhat important. But the second sentence is just nonsense."
"Nonsense?" Lin Feng countered.
"Isn't it?"
"Is it?" Lin Feng pressed on.
"Isn't it?"
"Really?"
"Don't look at me like that, alright? I admit it's somewhat important. Lin, how can you stare so directly at a young lady? It's quite rude." Tang Jiner rarely showed her feminine side.
"Yes, one should be honest," Lin Feng said as he sat up, then continued, "So... does the adult have someone in mind?"
"Well... how can I say that!? What does it have to do with you? How dare you, Lin Feng, pry into my private matters? What punishment do you deserve for this? You should quickly apologize!"
Seeing Tang Jiner's changing expressions, Lin Feng finally understood a saying: a woman's mood changes faster than flipping a book.
Just then, Hu Bing, Chang Long, Lindor, and others realized that Lin Feng had regained consciousness and squeezed into the room. During Lin Feng's unconsciousness, his subordinates were all deeply worried. Among them, Chang Long felt particularly guilty; it was his suggestion to go into battle that nearly cost Lin Feng his life.
As everyone entered, Tang Jiner wisely stepped aside and moved to a nearby desk. Watching Lin Feng's subordinates show genuine concern for him, she couldn't help but smile in appreciation.
Unexpectedly, in less than a month, Lin Feng not only formed the Armored Soldiers but also gathered a group of people. He indeed had some skills. This time, the Armored Soldiers undertook reconnaissance missions, annihilating three hundred Demon Clan Armored Soldiers and killing the Eighth Demon Servant Tu, which was quite an achievement.
Tang Jiner inadvertently glanced at the desk and noticed an envelope. She couldn't help but ask, "Lin Feng, who sent you this letter?"
"No way, does it have my name on it?" Lin Feng shook his head to avoid the gazes of others and replied to Tang Jiner.
"It doesn't have a name."
"Then it shouldn't be mine. It might be an official letter."
"In that case, can I open it?" Tang Jiner asked casually.
"Um, sure."
After chatting with his brothers for a long time and waiting for them to disperse, Lin Feng suppressed the intense pain and got up. He could endure the physical pain, but the agony of his Primordial Spirit was something he struggled to adapt to; it felt as if countless needles were piercing through his head, causing sharp pain with even the slightest movement.
“Where is General Tang? Why has he suddenly disappeared?”
Lin Feng walked around the room, not seeing Tang Jiner anywhere. Finally, he noticed an envelope on the desk.
“Who sent me this official letter?”
The envelope had already been opened by Tang Jiner. Lin Feng took it out and saw that the white rice paper was filled with elegant writing. Suddenly, he thought of someone.
He couldn't help but look at the signature, which clearly read “Miaomiao.” Lin Feng's eyes lit up immediately. All the physical pain and the agony of his Primordial Spirit vanished, leaving him feeling refreshed and in a great mood.
“Hahaha! Miaomiao wrote me a letter! Ahahaha…” Lin Feng was overjoyed, nearly laughing himself into a fit.
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