136: Chapter 136 Chu Mengxi Presents a Treasure, Hiding a Mustard Seed in Mount Sumeru

Ten Thousand Beast Mountains, inside a hidden Immortal Cave obscured by a thousand-foot waterfall.

The cave was filled with swirling mist and dim light, with only a few moonstones embedded in the rock walls emitting a soft glow.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged on a smooth bluestone, his aura perfectly contained and integrated with the surrounding darkness and dampness. If one hadn't seen him with their own eyes, it would have been nearly impossible to detect his existence.

He was reviewing his progress.

The strength of a Martial Extremity Realm expert far exceeded his imagination.

It was not merely a crushing of power, but a manifestation of the 'Dao'.

Every blade strike and sword thrust invoked the power of heaven and earth, as if he were the monarch of this Realm, his words becoming law.

"Martial Ancestor Ninth Layer, still too weak."

Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes. There was no smugness from having slain an Earthly Immortal; instead, his eyes were filled with vigilance.

Wei Yuan was merely one of the imperial court's retainers.

Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng of the Demon Suppression Division, the old monsters from the various hidden Sects, and even Emperor Xia, who could suppress him with a mere hundred miles of territory—their strength was likely only higher, not lower.

He pulled up the System panel.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Martial Ancestor Realm Ninth Layer (Peak)]

[Cultivation Technique: 'Dragon-Slaying Sword Canon' (Minor Achievement), 'Indestructible Asura Body' (Minor Achievement)]

[Martial Skill: 'Slash of Gods and Demons' (Perfection)... (Collapsed)]

[Movement Technique: 'Within Reach of the Horizon' (Perfection)... (Collapsed)]

[Domain Prototype: Momentum of Annihilation]

[critical hit multiplier: 10500x]

[critical hit points: 698,760,000]

698 million critical hit points looked like a lot.

But from the Martial Ancestor Realm to the next, the Martial Extremity Realm, there was a chasm.

He needed at least one billion.

What made him even more irritated was the lingering sense of being watched.

"Imperial Blood Soul-Chasing Order..."

He muttered to himself.

For the past three days, no matter how deep he hid underground or in what secret corner he concealed himself, it felt as if a pair of blood-colored eyes were suspended above his head, locking onto him tightly.

He had tried using the 'Momentum of Annihilation' to isolate his own aura, but it had little effect.

That Soul-Chasing Order seemed to act directly upon the connection between his Divine Soul and this world. Unless he could transcend this world, there was nowhere to run.

Just then, a very faint sound of footsteps and suppressed gasping came from outside the waterfall.

Lin Feng's eyes turned cold as blades, filled with killing intent, and the temperature of the entire Immortal Cave seemed to drop by a dozen degrees.

The Life-Slaying Blade slid silently into his hand.

However, when a familiar yet disheveled figure passed through the water curtain and stumbled into the cave, his monstrous killing intent slowly receded.

The person who arrived was none other than Chu Mengxi.

At this moment, she no longer possessed the coldness and composure she had during her time in the Demon Suppression Division.

Her black combat outfit, designed for ease of movement, was tattered and covered in crisscrossing wounds—blade cuts, sword gashes, and even marks torn by the claws of a Yao Beast.

Her naturally cold and beautiful face was devoid of color, filled with exhaustion and anxiety. Her breathing was chaotic, clearly the result of having gone through one brutal battle after another and a desperate flight for survival.

"Lin Feng!"

The moment she saw Lin Feng sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, a surge of indescribable, complex emotions welled up in her tight Phoenix eyes.

There was the joy of finding her target, genuine worry, but more than anything, a sense of relief that she could finally let her guard down.

She stumbled a few steps, using almost her last ounce of strength, took out an ancient wooden box from her bosom, and handed it over.

"I... I was ordered by Lord Yan Cheng to come... to come and present this item..."

Her voice was weak and hurried, as if she feared she would collapse the next second.

"Lord Yan said that this item... might help you... escape... your predicament... and ordered me to... fully... assist you!"

After saying this last sentence, she could no longer hold on. Her vision went black, her head tilted, and she fainted completely.

Lin Feng reached out, sending a gentle wave of Internal Energy to steadily support her falling body. He laid her flat on a pile of dry grass nearby while taking the wooden box.

Looking at this woman who had appeared so inexplicably and fainted just as inexplicably, Lin Feng felt no ripples in his heart, and even felt a slight urge to laugh.

Yan Cheng?

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's kind thoughts?

That old fox, was he finally unable to hold back and sent someone to deliver a 'tool'?

He didn't rush to check Chu Mengxi's injuries; instead, he opened the wooden box first.

Inside, lined with soft red silk, lay a pitch-black, ancient-looking ring that emitted faint spatial fluctuations, along with a secret letter sealed with wax.

Lin Feng didn't look at the ring first, but unfolded the secret letter directly.

The content of the letter was simple, the handwriting vigorous and forceful, penetrating the paper.

"This ring is called Sumeru. It contains a mustard seed universe, can form its own world, isolate all aura detection, and shield heavenly secrets. I hope you use it well and do not fail the common people."

The signature was a name he didn't recognize, but the sense of strategic mastery behind it was palpable.

Lin Feng looked at the four characters 'do not fail the common people' on the letter, curled his lip, and revealed a disdainful sneer.

He spoke quite grandiosely.

However, this ring was indeed a good thing, exactly what he needed right now. It could help him solve the biggest trouble: the 'Imperial Blood Soul-Chasing Order'.

And the arrival of Chu Mengxi as a 'guide' was also timely.

Although his strength had skyrocketed, his understanding of this world was still too little, especially regarding those ancient secrets and the true trump cards of the major forces—he was practically in the dark.

Having Chu Mengxi, who came from the Demon Suppression Division and was well-informed, by his side would undoubtedly save him countless troubles.

But Lin Feng knew very well that all of this was a calculation.

That old fox was making a huge gamble, an investment with immense risks but equally immense rewards.

He had placed all his bets on him, the biggest 'variable'.

"A chess piece, is it?"

Lin Feng slowly put the ring named 'Sumeru' onto his left index finger.

The ring adjusted its size automatically, fitting perfectly.

A cool, obscure aura instantly spread throughout his body, as if forming an invisible barrier around him.

The next moment, the sense of being watched that had plagued him like a festering sore for three whole days disappeared without a trace.

The world seemed to have regained its clarity.

He let out a long breath, feeling much lighter all over.

Only then did he cast his gaze toward the stunning woman still unconscious on the ground. He walked over to her, squatted down, and placed two fingers on her wrist.

Sending his True Qi in, he discovered that Chu Mengxi's injuries were extremely severe. Her internal organs were all damaged to varying degrees, and there were several strands of foreign True Qi rampaging through her Meridians—clearly, she had fought against more than one expert.

These injuries were real.

It seemed that in order to find him and deliver this ring, she had truly gone through a life-and-death ordeal.

"I suppose there is some sincerity in this."

Lin Feng withdrew his fingers, a cold arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

He took a healing Medicinal Pill from his pocket, pried open her mouth, and flicked it in.

The Medicinal Pill melted upon contact, turning into a gentle medicinal power that began to repair her damaged body.

"Since you are a tool delivered to my doorstep, you must have the awareness of a tool."

"I hope you, this tool, will be useful enough and not disappoint me."