167: Chapter 166 Queuing? Three Rules? No, I'm going to kill you all!

Lin Feng crossed the mountain and saw the Treasure Pavilion from afar.

The Treasure Pavilion was much larger than the Library Pavilion, at least three times the size.

With green bricks and gray tiles, flying eaves and bracket sets, several stone beasts crouched on the roof, mouths open and teeth bared as if roaring.

The doors were bronze, high and wide, covered in carved runes.

The runes glowed faintly and softly, like breathing.

In front of the doors was an open space filled with people.

Lin Feng stopped on the hillside and looked at the crowd.

He counted them; there were at least a hundred.

They wore various uniforms—deep blue, earthy yellow, black, white, and camouflage.

Various badges were pinned to their chests; some he recognized, others he didn't.

They were all from small countries: Philippines, Indonesia, Vietnam, Myanmar, Laos, Cambodia, Malaysia, Thailand, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Nepal, Bhutan, Mongolia, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Armenia, Turkey, Iran, Iraq, Syria, Jordan, Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Oman, UAE, Qatar, Bahrain, Kuwait, Lebanon, Israel, Palestine, Cyprus, Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Algeria, Morocco, Sudan, Somalia, Djibouti, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Kenya, Tanzania, Uganda, Rwanda, Burundi, Congo, Zambia, Malawi, Mozambique, Madagascar, South Africa, Namibia, Botswana, Zimbabwe, Swaziland, Lesotho—he lost count, there were too many.

Those people were scattered in small groups across the open space in front of the Treasure Pavilion.

Some crouched on the ground drawing Talismans, some circled the Treasure Pavilion, some used instruments for detection, and some were arguing.

Before them, the bronze doors remained tightly shut, the glowing runes keeping them out.

They couldn't get in but were unwilling to leave, so they crowded the entrance like a swarm of flies.

Lin Feng spotted two familiar figures in the crowd—Zhao Gang and Su Xue.

Zhao Gang wore a dark green military uniform and stood at the very front of the crowd, his back straight as a pine tree.

He held a long blade in his hand; the blade was wide and thick, looking like a wood-chopping cleaver.

Su Xue wore a white Explorer uniform and stood beside him, her hair tied in a ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead.

She held a pair of short blades with white scabbards that matched her uniform perfectly.

The two stood back-to-back, watching the surrounding people warily.

Although the others hadn't made a move, their eyes were unfriendly, like a pack of wolves sizing up prey.

Lin Feng looked at them and felt a sense of relief.

Fortunately, they were still alive.

He began walking down the hill.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, his boots crunching on the gravel.

Xiao Guang sat on his shoulder, looking at the crowd and frowning. "So many people?"

Lin Feng didn't answer.

Xiao Jin lay on his other shoulder, its purple antennae twitching rapidly in the wind, its compound eyes flashing with excitement.

It wasn't afraid of crowds; it only cared about treasure.

The crowd noticed Lin Feng.

A Skinny Tall Guy in an earthy yellow uniform pointed at Lin Feng and muttered a string of words.

The others also looked up at Lin Feng.

Over a hundred pairs of eyes stared at him in unison.

Zhao Gang and Su Xue also saw him; Zhao Gang's eyes lit up, and the corners of Su Xue's mouth curled upward.

They wanted to shout but held back.

Lin Feng walked to the front of the crowd and stopped.

He looked at the bronze doors, then at the people. "Move aside."

His voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet desert, everyone could hear him.

The people looked at each other, but no one moved.

They couldn't understand Chinese, but they understood his tone.

That tone told them—move aside or die.

A middle-aged man in a white uniform stepped out and stood at the front.

He had a short beard and wore gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a scholar.

He spoke in fluent English. "Who are you? By what right do you ask us to move?"

Lin Feng looked at him. "I am the master of this place. The things behind those doors belong to me."

His English wasn't very good, but he could understand and speak a few sentences.

The middle-aged man laughed. "Yours? This is a Secret Realm, a masterless land. Whoever finds it, owns it. There are so many of us and only one of you; do you want to keep it all for yourself?"

He looked back at the crowd, and they chimed in, muttering incessantly.

Some were laughing, some shaking their heads, some cursing.

Lin Feng ignored them; he looked at the bronze doors and the runes.

The runes glowed faintly and softly, like breathing.

He reached out to touch them; they were very hot, like touching a piece of red-hot iron.

He withdrew his hand and looked down at Xiao Guang on his shoulder. "Xiao Guang, are you familiar with this Formation?"

Xiao Guang stood up, jumped down from his shoulder, and landed on the ground.

It was only thirty centimeters tall, standing among the crowd like a little dwarf.

When the people saw it, they were stunned.

A little golden person with arms, legs, nose, and eyes, and it could move.

They had never seen such a thing; some were curious, some afraid, and some greedy.

Xiao Guang ignored them, walked to the bronze doors, and tilted its head to look at the runes.

It looked for a long time before speaking. "The Taixu Spirit-Locking Formation. That person's masterpiece. It uses one hundred and eight runes to lock the entire Treasure Pavilion. Those who don't understand Formations will never get in."

Lin Feng crouched down. "Can you undo it?"

Xiao Guang thought for a moment. "I can. But it will take time. Two hours."

Lin Feng nodded. "Fine. Go ahead and undo it."

Xiao Guang formed hand seals, chanting under its breath.

A beam of golden light shot from its fingertips onto the runes.

The runes began to twitch as if they had come to life.

Xiao Guang was fully concentrated, fine beads of sweat appearing on its forehead.

It was small, but its attainment in Formations was very high.

After all, it had guarded this place for ten thousand years; it could solve these Formations with its eyes closed.

Lin Feng stood up, turned around, and looked at the crowd.

Over a hundred people stood in the open space, watching him.

Some were smoking, some drinking water, some chatting.

They weren't in a hurry; they could afford to wait.

Once the doors opened, they could go in too.

With so many people, who was afraid of a fight for the treasure?

Lin Feng looked at them and spoke. "Everyone, line up."

His voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet desert, everyone could hear him.

The people were stunned, looking at each other.

Line up? Line up for what?

A young man in a black uniform stepped out, pointed at Lin Feng, and muttered a string of words.

Lin Feng didn't understand, but he could read the man's expression—defiant, disdainful, and dismissive.

Zhao Gang walked over and stood beside Lin Feng.

He repeated in English, "Everyone, line up."

His English was fluent, carrying the toughness of a soldier.

The people understood, but still, no one moved.

They looked at Lin Feng, then Zhao Gang, then Su Xue.

Three people wanting over a hundred of them to line up? Dreaming.

Su Xue also walked over, standing on Lin Feng's other side, and repeated it in English.

"Everyone, line up. Otherwise, don't even think about going in."

Her voice was cold, like a winter wind.

The people looked at them and hesitated.

These three looked like they weren't to be trifled with.

Especially the young man in the middle, with two swords hanging at his waist; his aura was very strong.

They couldn't see through his strength, but they could sense danger.

An old man in a white uniform stepped out and stood at the front.

His hair was gray and his face wrinkled, but his eyes were bright.

He spoke slowly in English. "Young man, by what right do you make us line up? This is a Secret Realm, a masterless land. Once the door is open, anyone can enter. You cannot control us."

Lin Feng looked at him. "The door is being opened by my person. Without me, you can't get in. If you want to enter, you must listen to me."

The old man fell silent.

He looked back at the crowd, and they looked at him.

They didn't want to line up, but they wanted to get in.

They had waited here for most of the day and tried everything, but they just couldn't get in.

Now that someone could open the door, they had no choice but to listen to him.

The old man sighed. "Fine. Line up."

He walked to the front of the bronze doors and stood at the head of the line.

Others followed, one by one, forming a column.

Over a hundred people formed a winding line like a long dragon.

Once they were lined up, they looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng ignored them; he turned and looked at Xiao Guang.

Xiao Guang was still undoing the Formation, golden light dancing at its fingertips while the runes rotated in the light one by one, like they were dancing.

It was very focused, sweat dripping down its cheeks.

Lin Feng didn't disturb it; he stood there waiting.

Zhao Gang walked to his side and lowered his voice. "Lin Feng, are you really going to let them in?"

Lin Feng looked at him. "What do you think?"

Zhao Gang shook his head. "We can't let them in. The things inside were left by our ancestors. If they take them, we won't be able to explain ourselves when we return."

Su Xue also came over. "Right. We can't let them in. There are only three of us and over a hundred of them. A direct confrontation won't work; we need to find a way."

Lin Feng smiled. "I have a way. You'll see in a moment."

Zhao Gang and Su Xue glanced at each other and stopped speaking.

They trusted Lin Feng.

They had trusted him since the Yanjiao arena tournament.

Two hours passed.

Xiao Guang let out a long breath and withdrew its hand.

The runes stopped twitching; they grew quiet and dimmed one by one.

The bronze doors let out a heavy sound, like an old man sighing.

Then, the doors opened.

Not slowly, but instantly, like a flower blooming.

Behind the doors was a hall.

It was very large and very bright.

The floor was paved with white jade, the walls were carved with murals, and a crystal chandelier hung from the dome.

The hall was filled with shelves.

On the shelves were all kinds of things—Medicinal Pills, Magic Treasures, Cultivation Techniques, and Materials—a dazzling array of glowing items.

The people's eyes lit up, and they wanted to rush in.

Lin Feng raised his hand. "Wait."

The people stopped and looked at him.

Lin Feng looked at them. "Three rules."

The old man frowned. "What three rules?"

Lin Feng pointed at the hall. "This is the Dao arena of the Huaxia ancestors. The things inside were left by the Huaxia ancestors. I didn't care that you came to snatch treasures. But now, you still want to divide up our Huaxia treasures?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

The people fell silent.

They looked at Lin Feng, their expressions changing.

There was guilt, embarrassment, anger, and greed.

The old man spoke. "Young man, what you say is incorrect. A Secret Realm is a masterless land; whoever finds it, owns it. Your ancestors are also the ancestors of humanity. Their things belong to all mankind."

Lin Feng laughed. "Belong to all mankind? Then why don't you go snatch things from Americans? Why don't you snatch from Russians? Why don't you snatch from the Japanese? Why do you specifically come to snatch from our Huaxia?"

The old man was speechless.

The people were speechless.

They knew Lin Feng was telling the truth.

Huaxia's things were easy to bully.

Huaxia's people were easy to bully.

They dared to come not because this was a masterless land, but because it belonged to Huaxia.

Lin Feng looked at them. "Today, I'm laying it out. The door was opened by my person. Everything inside is mine. Not a single one of you is allowed to enter."

The crowd exploded.

They had waited for most of the day and lined up for two hours, only to be told they couldn't enter?

They were furious and began cursing in various languages.

Some drew weapons, some formed hand seals, some pulled out Talismans.

They were about to make a move.

The old man looked at Lin Feng and sighed. "Young man, you are too greedy. Can you alone stop over a hundred of us?"

Lin Feng looked at him. "Try me."

The old man shook his head. "Then don't blame us."

He took a step back and raised his hand. "Attack!"

Over a hundred people attacked at once.

Scimitars, short clubs, spears, daggers, longswords, giant axes, bows and arrows, darts, Spells, and Talismans surged toward Lin Feng from all directions like a tidal wave.

Lin Feng didn't move.

He stood there, watching the attacks fly toward him.

Zhao Gang and Su Xue's faces changed drastically; they wanted to block them, but there were too many.

There were just too many.

Lin Feng raised his right hand, fingers spread.

A golden light shield surged from his palm, enveloping Zhao Gang and Su Xue.

The shield was thin, like a membrane, but hard as a steel plate.

The attacks struck the shield—clang, clang, clang—sparks flew everywhere, but the shield didn't budge.

[Taixu Shield: Absorbs 5,000,000 damage, lasts for 30 seconds.]

The people were stunned.

Their full-strength attacks hadn't even broken Lin Feng's shield.

Their expressions changed as fear surged from the depths of their hearts.

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and drew the dragon slaying sword and the azure thunder sword.

With both swords in hand, golden light and azure thunder intertwined, lighting up the entire sky.

He looked at those people and smiled. "You all already have a death wish."