75: Chapter 74 Mingdou Mountains

Vina lay on the bed, her face flushed. Through her semi-transparent white stockings, the faint flesh color of her soles was vaguely visible.

The soft, elastic, delicate texture was perfectly conveyed through the slight wrinkles of the stockings. Her curled toes were round and lovely, carrying a hint of youthful shyness.

Moonlight, like water, streamed through the ancient round window, gently falling on the girl's lazily stretched ankles, revealing a creamy, delicate texture.

After a long while, her white-stockinged feet stepped back into high heels. Like a thief, she quietly opened the door a crack, and after confirming no one was around, she dashed toward her own room.

Lin Feng sat on the bed, his expression strange, caught between laughter and tears.

The clothes on his upper body had disappeared, revealing a strong, muscular physique. He had eaten but felt like he hadn't, and had ended up mortgaging himself...

...

A month later, at the outskirts of the Mingdou Mountain Range.

On a trade route leading to the Star Luo Empire and the Sun Moon Empire, an old man and a young man were advancing toward the mountains under the Sun Moon Empire's jurisdiction.

These two were Lin Feng and Sect Master Du Busi. They wore black cloaks that covered their entire bodies, their Soul Power completely restrained, looking like ordinary merchants passing by.

"Xiao Feng, why are we coming to this godforsaken place?"

Du Busi curled his lips. The trade route was desolate, with only a few simple inns along the way. But since he heard Lin Feng was coming, he had followed along.

"To cause some trouble for Shrek..." Lin Feng didn't look up, his gaze fixed straight ahead as he walked silently, his footsteps making no sound.

"By the way, Revered Master, that matter—was it a bad idea you gave Vina?"

Du Busi scratched his head awkwardly. Facing Lin Feng's gaze, he nodded vaguely.

"There was some thought behind it. After all, your cultivation has now reached the Spirit King stage, and few of your peers in the Body Sect can match you."

"Just as the All-Continent Advanced Elite Spirit Master Tournament is approaching, I thought it would be good for you to gain experience and meet the Prodigies of the continent your age."

Lin Feng nodded and didn't say much more. He had gotten the answer he wanted.

His purpose this time was to add some spice to the Shrek Academy's upcoming bandit suppression mission. After all, with the Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Church, Xuan Zi, overseeing it, Shrek's day would be bright!

not1, not2, not3... not7...

As a hidden Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Church, if he performed well, he could sacrifice everyone; if not, he could still ensure death or severe injury—a win-win with no loss...

If not for his good acting, how could a Super Douluo fail to capture a Spirit King? Xuan Zi's credibility was dropping again.

"Shrek? What does this have to do with Shrek?" Du Busi was stunned.

Lin Feng smiled faintly and pointed at the Mingdou Mountain Range ahead. "Lurking inside is a bandit group called the Death Hand. Soon, the Shrek Supervision Team will come to suppress them. The leader is even an old acquaintance of yours, Revered Master..."

"Could it be that old thing Xuan Zi?"

Hearing 'Shrek' and then 'old acquaintance,' Du Busi immediately thought of Xuan Zi...

"Yes. Later, I may need you to hold Xuan Zi back for me, Revered Master. I want to have some fun with the Shrek people."

Lin Feng's smile narrowed, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes.

"What's so hard about that? Leave it to me. It's been a while since I last sparred with Xuan Zi. I hope his skills have improved over the years..."

Du Busi laughed heartily, the impatience on his face vanishing instantly.

When it came to fighting Shrek, he was all in!

The two walked into the core area of the Mingdou Mountain Range. When Lin Feng saw the hollowed-out warm blue tree trunks around, he knew they were not far from the Death Hand!

Du Busi's face showed disgust. "Damn evil Spirit Masters. So that's why the Shrek Supervision Team is here."

Lin Feng approached a tree trunk and found some fresh traces around the crime scene: broken branches, residual footprints, and bloodstains on thorns.

These clues undoubtedly indicated that the Death Hand members had just left. Lin Feng and Du Busi followed the footprints and finally stopped on a slope five hundred meters away.

The footprints led down the slope. The Death Hand bandits' base was at the bottom, where they had a hidden cave.

"Revered Master, please trouble yourself to bring that evil Spirit Master here. His ability is interesting, and I'll need him later to deal with Shrek!"

Lin Feng glanced at Du Busi. In the dark world, his deep eyes flickered with alternating lightning and darkness.

"No problem. Leave it to me..."

Du Busi acknowledged, and his figure turned into a dark green light, disappearing on the spot.

Half an hour later, Du Busi returned, holding a terrified, trembling figure.

Du Busi was not Xuan Zi. Under his terrifying pressure, the man couldn't even smoothly circulate his Soul Power, let alone use Spirit Abilities.

"Are you the Death God Messenger?"

Lin Feng stepped forward, a flash of dark light in his eyes, and said coldly.

At this moment, the Death God Messenger was still under Du Busi's control. He couldn't resist, nor could he even think of dying. Faced with Lin Feng's question, he could only nod.

"Who exactly are you?"

The Death God Messenger asked cautiously. With such powerful beings, they must be prominent figures on the continent. Shi Ziao had no idea how he had offended such formidable existences.

"A dead man doesn't need so many questions!"

Lin Feng coldly pronounced judgment. His right hand instantly summoned the Shadow Demon Scythe. He waved his hand, and a thick black mist drilled into the Death God Messenger's seven orifices.

"Ah... ah—"

The Death God Messenger's face was filled with extreme terror, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Then, his pale face instantly became covered with fine wrinkles, like gnarled old tree roots. Veins bulged, and his expression twisted in agony, sending chills down one's spine.

Du Busi looked at the scythe with shock and suspicion in his eyes. Such pure and powerful dark power!

This power was far stronger than any evil Spirit Master Titled Douluo he had ever seen. It was like the difference between the bright moon and a firefly—heaven and earth apart.

After a moment, the Death God Messenger's body suddenly relaxed, collapsing to the ground. A dark light lit up deep in his eyes, and inside the light, a black scythe mark appeared.

Seeing this, a glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He turned his back to Du Busi and said with a faint smile, "Revered Master, let's go. The show will start soon!"

Du Busi was speechless. He found that his Disciple was good at everything but especially loved to speak in riddles.

He kept people hanging without saying the key point, making them itch with curiosity...