79: The 7th Tier 4 Great Demon – Wealth and Glory!

(Special thanks to [Qian Baidan, Wanfeng Didi, Bookworm Who Loves Reading, Xiaoqiang Dazhan, Fang Shengwang of Hangzhou, and other book friends] for the gifts; this is a special bonus chapter.)

If people previously treated the "Great Hunt" as a joke, or as the reckless antics of a "greenhorn" like Lin Feng who didn't know the heights of the heavens...

Now, with the Commander personally taking the field, everyone realized that this time, it was for real!

The Demon Suppression Division, a war machine that had been dormant for years, was finally beginning to operate at full capacity under the stirring of this newly-risen "Yama"!

The burly men of the Breaking Army Camp, each acting as if they'd been injected with chicken blood, rushed out of the provincial capital howling. Thirty miles outside the city, they began feverishly constructing that unprecedented "Demon Locking Array."

The scouts of the Red Lotus Camp also permeated the other eight prefectures silently, like a school of fish released into water, beginning an intelligence war without the smoke of gunpowder.

The entire Qingzhou Demon Suppression Division was permeated with a tense atmosphere, like the rising wind foreboding a coming storm.

However, Lin Feng's five "professional deliverymen" teammates were currently gathered in his courtyard, each with a long face and sighing deeply, looking like five eggplants hit by frost.

"It's over... it's all over now..."

Meng Kuo, that tower of a man, held his head in his hands, his face full of despair.

"We've hacked our way through this whole journey. Any demons or ghosts within a thousand miles have either been sent by us to see Yama or have been scared out of their wits and moved away overnight. Where are we supposed to find 'prey' now? Are we supposed to go rob the neighboring prefectures?"

"We can't even rob them!"

Wu Yong waved the feather fan in his hand weakly. "The other prefectures are guarding against us like we're thieves. The moment we show our faces, they'll probably treat us like we're there to cause trouble and attack us en masse."

"Lord Lin, are you... are you not worried at all?"

Liu Qing looked at Lin Feng, who was still leisurely sipping tea as if none of this concerned him, and finally couldn't help but speak up.

Even Wei Tiancheng, who had always followed Lin Feng with blind worship, was now full of trepidation.

"That's right, Lord Lin. You were the one who proposed this 'Great Hunt.' If we show up empty-handed when the time comes, won't we become the laughingstock of all Qingzhou?"

Chu Mengxi didn't speak, but her tightly knit willow-brows betrayed her inner anxiety.

She truly couldn't figure out what kind of trump card Lin Feng had left.

Facing everyone's anxious gazes that practically screamed "Please just give us a straight answer," Lin Feng only slowly set down his teacup.

He looked up, and in those deep eyes, a hint of a hunter-like smile flashed that no one could decipher.

"Who said we were going to look for prey?"

"Huh?"

Everyone was collectively dumbfounded.

If we're not looking for tributes, then what are we participating for?

To go to the venue and perform a 'smashing rocks on one's chest' show?

"Did you forget?"

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curled into an unfathomable arc.

"Hasn't our Nanyan Prefecture already prepared a generous gift long ago?"

A generous gift?

What generous gift?

Everyone looked at each other, their brains working at high speeds, yet they couldn't recall ever preparing any generous gift.

Just as they were completely baffled.

A nearly imperceptible wisp of yellow smoke, like a ghost, silently drifted out from Lin Feng's sleeve.

Huang Fugui revealed its form. First, it stood up like a human and gave Lin Feng a respectful bow, then it turned around to face Chu Mengxi and the others, puffing out its little chest. Its tiny mung-bean eyes were filled with unabashed smugness and... arrogance.

It cleared its throat and, in an extremely punchable, shrill voice, announced:

"That's right, it is I!"

"The Nanyan Prefecture representative team's sole designated 'prey,' the 'Jade-Faced Gentleman' who charms thousands of female weasels—I am Huang Fugui, the Incredibly Handsome, Fourth-Tier Great Demon!"

Chu Mengxi: "..."

Meng Kuo: "..."

Wu Yong: "..."

Liu Qing: "..."

Wei Tiancheng: "..."

The entire courtyard instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone looked as if they had been hit by a freezing spell, staring blankly at that weasel wearing tattered Daoist robes, hands on its hips, nostrils flared upward with an expression saying "hurry up and praise me." Their brains had completely crashed.

"What... what the hell kind of... operation is this?!"

After holding it in for a long time, Meng Kuo finally squeezed these words out from between his teeth. He felt as if his worldview had been pinned to the ground by Lin Feng and this weasel today and rubbed back and forth a hundred times.

The feather fan in Wu Yong's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter." The military strategies he had painstakingly studied for a lifetime seemed so pale and weak in the face of this "beyond ridiculous" maneuver.

Chu Mengxi rubbed her temples with a headache. She felt that if she stayed with Lin Feng any longer, she would eventually be driven mad by his wild and unrestrained ideas.

Making his own demon pet act as the "prey"?

Only he could come up with that!

This wasn't just ridiculous; this was pure nonsense!

"Lin Feng!"

Chu Mengxi took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you have any idea what you're doing?! This is the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Tournament! It's not a place for you to take your pet and play the fool!"

"Who said he's a pet?"

Lin Feng pointed at Huang Fugui with an innocent face. "Right now, he is the 'prey'."

Huang Fugui immediately caught on. Its small body gave a sudden shake, and it instantly draped itself in a set of extremely realistic-looking Black Iron Chains manifested from Demonic Qi.

Then, with an extremely grief-stricken and unyielding gaze, it glared at Lin Feng and let out a "heart-wrenching" roar.

"Damned human! Even if I, Huang Fugui, die, I will never yield to your tyrannical power! Kill me if you have the guts!"

That acting, those lines, that expression...

The Oscars owed him a golden statue.

Chu Mengxi and the others: "..."

They had completely given up on thinking.

"Alright, stop acting."

Lin Feng waved his hand impatiently. "It's settled. The points for a Fourth-Tier Great Demon should be considerable; at least we won't be embarrassed."

After saying that, he ignored his teammates, who were already questioning their lives, and turned to walk back to his room.

He left behind only a dashing silhouette that everyone found impossible to catch up to.

What he needed to do was wait.

Wait for those "prey" he had already marked to obediently walk into the hunting ground he had meticulously prepared.

"I feel like... Lord Lin might have planned everything from the very beginning?"

Wei Tiancheng looked at Lin Feng's back and murmured to himself.

"It's not 'feel like'."

Liu Qing's eyes were filled with a complex meaning. "It's a certainty!"

"Lord Lin isn't just messing around."

Wu Yong slowly picked up the feather fan from the ground, his gaze deep.

"He is... playing a very big game of chess!"