210: Chapter 209 Escaping the Ghost Market, Liu Ming's

Wan Sanqian's tone was respectful, even a bit fawning, but his shrewd little eyes betrayed a merchant's ultimate calculation. "You didn't just kill that fellow Sword Demon Zhang Cheng; you even... that 'Celestial'..."

He made an exaggerated throat-slitting gesture, clicking his tongue in wonder, the fat on his face trembling along.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Yuheng Immortal Lord. That was a half-step Immortal King, the apple of Seven Luminaries Immortal Lord's eye. Business is business; if this news gets out, my Wanbao Tower would probably be torn to rubble by that madwoman, the Ghost Mother of the Nether, by tomorrow."

"So, Senior Lin, I must clarify something."

Wan Sanqian set down the storage ring and spoke with a serious expression, "I am absolutely not helping you escape, nor am I trying to make an enemy of the Nether Palace. This is called... venture capital! It's a strategic bet on a future potential stock!"

Lin Feng chuckled and took a sip of tea. "Tower Master Wan is indeed a fascinating individual. Since it's an investment, I won't be polite. Where is the way out?"

Wan Sanqian gave a sly smile and casually waved his hand, casting a hand seal.

Rumble—

The row of bookshelves behind him, filled with various rare treasures, slowly slid apart to reveal a deep passage. At the end of the passage was a small teleportation Formation shimmering with silver light and constantly emitting spatial fluctuations.

"This is my private escape route, set up at great expense by a Grandmaster of Formations. It leads directly to the edge of the 'Sea of Chaotic Stars' on the border of the White Jade Immortal State. It's a one-way teleportation, a one-time use that destroys itself afterward. Even if that old witch comes to investigate personally, she'll never find the source."

Wan Sanqian made a "please" gesture.

Lin Feng stood up and took a long look at the fat man.

This old fox was indeed clever.

He knew very well that for Lin Feng to be able to slay a half-step Immortal King as a Heavenly Immortal, such combat power and potential were simply appalling. As long as Lin Feng didn't die today, he would surely become a titan in the future, perhaps even shaking the Immortal Court.

Rather than offending a future god of slaughter for the sake of the Nether Palace's meager bounty, it was better to provide help when it was most needed and forge a good connection. Even if this gamble failed, once the teleportation Formation was destroyed, no one would have proof that Wanbao Tower was involved.

"Thanks. I'll remember this favor."

Lin Feng didn't waste words. He picked up the still-drooling Huang Fugui and strode into the passage.

"Safe travels, Senior Lin! If you ever come across any of those 'Advanced goods' (referring to the relics of Immortal Lords or Immortal Kings) or any top-grade Immortal Artifacts you don't need, remember to consider your little brother first! I guarantee the price will satisfy you!"

Wan Sanqian waved an embroidered handkerchief from behind, looking exactly like a young wife seeing her husband off on a long journey, which gave Lin Feng a wave of revulsion.

Hum!

With a flash of blinding silver light, Lin Feng's figure instantly vanished within the teleportation Formation.

A second later, the intricate patterns of the teleportation Formation cracked inch by inch, turning into a pile of dust.

...

White Jade Immortal State, Southern Wasteland, edge of the Sea of Chaotic Stars.

This was a place Lin Feng had passed through shortly after his Ascension. It was deserted, filled with jagged rocks, with only a few low-level wasteland beasts wandering aimlessly.

The Void Realm twisted violently as if a gap had been forcibly torn open.

Bang!

Lin Feng tumbled out of the air somewhat disheveled, leaving two deep footprints on the ground as he stabilized himself.

"Phew... finally out."

Lin Feng brushed the dust off his clothes and glanced at Huang Fugui in his arms. This fellow was truly carefree; he hadn't even woken up despite the turbulence of the spatial teleportation. However, radiant golden light occasionally burst from his body, while at other times, he was shrouded in eerie grey Chaos currents. Clearly, his evolution was at a critical stage.

"This little thing has truly gained a blessing from disaster."

Lin Feng carefully placed Huang Fugui into the Top-grade Spirit Beast Bag he had taken from Yuheng Immortal Lord.

It was currently dusk, and the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the wasteland a chilling red.

"Where to next? Should I head back to the Sect to regroup? Or go directly to the Central State to seek other Opportunities?"

Just as Lin Feng was considering his next move...

Zzzzt—!!!

An extremely piercing sound, like nails scratching a blackboard, suddenly rang out.

The specially-made communication Jade Slip in Lin Feng's pocket suddenly began to vibrate madly, the heat it emitted even turning his skin red.

This was... the highest-level "Heavenly Tribulation" distress signal of the Demon Suppression Division!

It was only used when the headquarters faced total destruction!

Lin Feng's expression changed drastically. Without any hesitation, he immediately injected a surge of pure immortal essence.

Crackle... crackle...

The Jade Slip glowed, and an extremely weak and urgent voice, accompanied by noisy background static, came through intermittently:

"Brother... Brother Lin! Cough cough... If you hear this... whatever you do! Whatever you do, don't come back!"

It was Liu Ming! The Liu Ming who always liked to pinch pennies and was a bit stingy, but was fiercely loyal!

The background was filled with the massive roar of Spells, the sound of buildings collapsing, shrill screams, and the piercing clash of metal weapons, as if a hellish massacre was taking place there.

"Exposed... the location of the headquarters... has been exposed!"

"It's... it's the Immortal Court's [Silver-Armored Imperial Guard]! A full thirty thousand of them! Led by that madman... the Late Stage Golden Immortal Commander Zhao Wuji!"

Boom!

A loud explosion interrupted Liu Ming's words, followed by his desperate roar: "Damn it! Old Chen! Don't worry about me! Hold the left flank! We can't let them into the Scripture Pavilion!!"

The communication was cut off for a brief moment. When it reconnected, Liu Ming's voice was filled with obvious sobbing and despair:

"Brother Lin... there's a traitor among us... or some powerful being deduced our location..."

"We... we can't get away. These last sparks of the Demon Suppression Division... are going to be extinguished today."

"You are the last hope of the Demon Suppression Division... I know you are strong, but don't come back! Don't come here to die!"

"Take the [Suppression Decree]... and run as far as you can! As long as you are alive, the Demon Suppression Division is not destroyed!"

"This is a trap! They are waiting for you to walk right into it..."

Snap!!

A crisp cracking sound came from the other end of the Jade Slip, as if the communication device had been forcibly crushed by some powerful force.

Immediately after, a cold, arrogant, and murderous unfamiliar voice was forcibly transmitted through the Divine Thought connection that hadn't yet been completely severed:

"Run?"

"Under the wide heaven, all is the King's land; within the sea-boundaries of the land, all are the King's subjects."

"Tell that coward named Lin that I, Commander Zhao Wuji, am waiting for him here."

"The game has only just begun."

"Every fifteen minutes, I will kill a hundred remnants of the Demon Suppression Division until they are all dead."

"I want to see... if he can endure it and keep playing the coward."

Beep—

The communication was completely severed. The light on the Jade Slip died out entirely, turning it into a piece of useless stone.

The wind howled past, kicking up sand and grit that stung Lin Feng's face.

On the wasteland, there was a deathly silence.

Lin Feng remained in the posture of holding the Jade Slip, his head lowered so that no one could see his expression.

But the surrounding air plummeted in temperature at that moment, as if dropping from midsummer directly into midwinter. The wild grass at his feet instantly froze over with a thick layer of white frost, then shattered into dust with a "crack."

"A coward?"

Lin Feng's voice was hoarse and low, as if talking to himself, or like a volcano suppressing an imminent eruption.

"Silver-Armored Imperial Guard..."

"Commander Zhao Wuji..."

"Late Stage Golden Immortal?"

Lin Feng slowly raised his head.

At that moment, if anyone had been beside him, they would surely have been scared to death by his gaze.

His eyes were blood-red, devoid of any human emotion, containing only pure, sky-high murderous intent!

If it had been before he entered the Nine Nether Heavenly Prison, facing such a lineup, he might have truly had to swallow his anger and avoid their edge for a while.

But now...

He held ten trillion critical hit points!

He possessed the Dao realm of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Technique he had just comprehended!

He had even sliced a half-step Immortal King like a watermelon!

"I originally wanted to develop quietly and not cause trouble."

"Since you are all so eager to die..."

"Since you want to play..."

"Then I'll play a big game with you!!"

Boom!

The ground beneath Lin Feng's feet instantly collapsed, creating a massive crater a hundred meters deep and a thousand meters wide!

Using this terrifying recoil, his figure turned into a bolt of black lightning, tearing through the sky and heading straight for the direction of the Demon Suppression Division's headquarters tens of thousands of miles away, carrying a rolling intent to kill!

This journey was not for escape.

It was only... to kill! To slaughter until blood flowed like a river!