Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 16

Chapter 169 The Shadow's Deadly Kill

Qin Feng picked up the sparkling wine and took a small sip. A bitter and spicy taste shot straight to his throat. This wine was somewhat similar to modern beer, but it tasted extremely bitter and wasn't as good as beer. However, it was inexpensive and popular with mercenaries and other low-spending customers.

The bar's customers came from all over the country, each with their own regional accent. Fortunately, Qin Feng was very good at languages and managed to gather some useful information in the bar:

First, the Great Qin Dynasty in the southern part of the continent, led by King Qin, finally conquered the capital of the neighboring kingdom of Kavanagh. The Kavanagh royal family swore allegiance to King Qin and was appointed King Zhen Dong by him. Great Qin, having annexed Kavanagh, officially rose from a kingdom to an empire, becoming the fourth empire on the continent. King Qin was also crowned the first emperor of Great Qin under the personal supervision of the Pope.

Second, the Fenggang Kingdom, unable to withstand the increasing pressure from Great Qin, announced its annexation into the Izumo Empire and was appointed a prince by the Izumo Emperor. They also dispatched 500,000 elite troops to garrison Fenggang to guard against the Qin Dynasty. The Izumo Empire thus rose to become the leading of the four great empires.

The third event: The miracle of the Holy Capital reappeared two months ago. The Gate of Angels opened wide two months ago, and a six-winged angel descended upon the Holy Capital before disappearing without a trace. The Holy See has offered no clear explanation.

The fourth event: Three days ago, Santoya Svenson, the patriarch of the Golden Dragon Clan of the Izumo Empire, issued a statement to the entire continent: His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, the leader of the Dragon Clan residing on Dragon Island, offered a bounty of 100 million amethyst coins for the capture of the four dragons they had dispatched on official business. This news nearly took the breath away of the entire continent. A bounty of 100 million coins—that was the highest bounty ever offered on the continent! But what was even more unbelievable was that someone had actually killed four dragons! Dragons were considered the strongest beings on the continent. Although there had been dragon-slaying heroes in history, they had all done so while the dragons were injured. A bunch of people were just fighting a dragon, but today someone actually killed four dragons at the same time!

The fifth thing is that the four major golden families of the continent will hold a meeting in a month at Lake Wilmi, on the border between the Fatil Empire and the Izumo Empire. The specific content is unknown.

Qin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. Since the old Dragon Emperor wants to cause trouble, it seems I'll have to find some time to visit him on Dragon Island. As for the Great Qin, the time is not yet ripe, but it will come soon.

He finished his bubble wine in one gulp, threw down a gold coin, and got up to walk out of the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at the mysterious person shrouded in a black cloak in the corner.

Winged people, when did they start becoming assassins? A faint smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips, and he left without stopping.

Inside the Purple Moon Town Chamber of Commerce, Qin Feng stood in front of the counter, slowly surveying the layout of the hall, waiting for the Chamber of Commerce staff to process his paperwork.

"Sir, I've already processed your merchant guild application. Are you really sure your guild's name is the Goblin Guild?" the staff member asked with some doubt.

"Of course. Is there a problem?" Qin Feng countered with an unquestionable tone.

"Ah, no problem at all, sir. Here are your credentials. Your Goblin Guild's registered capital is ten million amethyst coins. According to our guild's regulations, your guild has now been upgraded to the highest level, Diamond. You will enjoy the following benefits and rights..."

Qin Feng held the credentials issued by the guild, watching the staff member's mouth talk, which reminded him of a great figure who once appeared on Earth long ago—Tang Sanzang!

After patiently listening to the staff member's endless rambling for over an hour, Qin Feng left the guild only to witness a scene he was very happy to see—Kuang Tianxiong was arguing with someone!

Qin Feng slowly walked to the place where the incident had occurred, in front of the Mercenary Guild's gate.

Facing Kuang Tianxiong was a two-meter-tall swordsman clad in simple armor. He alone wouldn't pose a threat to the fully armored Kuang Tianxiong. However, behind this burly man stood four others.

One, dressed in a fiery red mage's robe and holding a magic staff, appeared to be in his thirties—clearly a high-ranking mage. Another, somewhat sleazy-looking but with piercing eyes that constantly darted towards the goblin leader, Autumn, behind Kuang Tianxiong, held a gleaming dagger in his hand—clearly a thief. The third was an archer, but not an elf

. The last was a priest in white robes with a holy expression.

This standard attack formation made Kuang Tianxiong hesitant to attack. After all, his leader had instructed him to take good care of Autumn, and Autumn was going to build them a big house someday; nothing could happen to him.

"Haha~~ That foolish barbarian berserker has now teamed up with those lowly goblins. Foolish and lowly, truly amazing!" The swordsman facing off against Kuang Tianxiong, seeing that Kuang Tianxiong wasn't attacking, assumed they were afraid of his squad and sneered arrogantly. Behind him, all the members of his squad, except for the priest, joined in the arrogant laughter. "Hey

, are all you berserkers as cowardly as you? Call yourselves born warriors? I think you should just be called born cowards! Haha~~~ And that goblin bastard hiding in the back, you bunch of trash, all you do is sneak around and rob weak merchant caravans. Come at me if you dare! Why are you cowering in the back! Haha~~~" The swordsman pressed his advantage, continuing his taunts.

Qin Feng frowned, not turning his head. As if speaking to thin air, he said, "I'll give you three breaths. Take them down, and keep the priest alive. If you do, I'll give you a chance to speak to me as an equal."

No sooner had Qin Feng finished speaking than a black shadow suddenly flew out of the air, striking the swordsman who was still spouting

nonsense , unaware that his life hung by a thread.

A flash of cold light appeared in mid-air. The swordsman, who had been gleefully cursing the heavens and the earth, felt a chill in his throat, and the words he hadn't finished speaking caught in his throat. Clutching his bleeding neck, he let out a "caw~~~~caw~~~~~" sound, like a rooster whose throat had been slit.

"Watch out!"

"Watch out!"

The thieves and archers of the squad simultaneously spotted the black shadow and shouted to their teammates. One drew his bow, the other leaned forward, pressing against the black shadow.

"Whoosh!" A cold light flashed. The archer who had warned them and was already drawing his bow, ready to fire, only felt a blur before his eyes. The bowstring in his hand snapped sharply.

"Not good!" The archer realized the danger. Just as he was about to scramble to his feet, a sudden chill ran down his throat—a small dagger was embedded there.

The dark figure, after throwing the dagger, didn't retreat but advanced, meeting the approaching thief head-on. A duel between thieves is all about speed, even a tiny bit faster. That means victory, means survival; life and death hang in the balance.

The two incredibly fast figures clashed, and the thief collapsed limply to the ground, blood gushing from his abdomen. The dark figure, without pausing, continued charging towards the fire mage who had already erected an elemental shield around him.

From the moment the dark figure darted out to the moment he reached the fire mage, less than a breath had passed. The onlookers only saw a flash, and three members of the swordsman's mercenary squad had fallen.

Just as the fire mage thought he had erected an elemental shield strong enough to hold him until he finished casting a level three spell, the dagger in the shadowy figure pierced the shield as easily as paper, slicing across his throat to his astonishment.

"Anti-magic attribute~~~~" the fire mage managed to utter four words, his body going limp as he collapsed to the ground in despair.

After killing the fire mage, the dark figure turned to look at Qin Feng. A pair of eyes gleamed with arrogance through the black cloak.

Startled by the figure's bizarre killing methods, the crowd involuntarily turned their gazes to Qin Feng.

"Boss! You're here! I..." Kuang Tianxiong exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Qin Feng, then, remembering that his boss had witnessed everything, his face flushed red, and he lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

"My lord..." The goblin Autumn, cowering behind Kuang Tianxiong, timidly peeked out and called out weakly.

Qin Feng stepped forward expressionlessly, and with a flick of his left hand, the dagger embedded in the archer's throat automatically flew into his left hand.

"Go kill that priest," Qin Feng said calmly, tossing the dagger in front of Autumn.

"Huh?" Autumn was startled, staring at Qin Feng in disbelief, seemingly doubting his ears.

"Boss..." Kuang Tianxiong rubbed his bald head, his face full of questions.

"Bring her here." Su Feng commanded the dark figure in an unquestionable tone.

The person in the black cloak was quick, grabbing the defenseless, terrified priest and bringing her to Qin Feng's side. He then threw her to the ground.

"Kill her." Qin Feng didn't even glance at the goblin Autumn, uttering these words before turning away.

The entire place fell silent; you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were fixed on Autumn.

Autumn nervously picked up the dagger from the ground, feeling as if it weighed a ton. Looking at the female priest whose face was now filled with fear and whose eyes were full of pleading, he couldn't bring himself to kill her. He looked up at Qin Feng's back with pleading eyes.

"Hmph!" Qin Feng coldly snorted, causing Autumn to shudder and look at Qin Feng's back. He glanced again at the female priest lying on the ground, her face filled with despair, shaking her head desperately. Gritting his teeth, he glared and plunged the dagger in his hand down.

Chapter 170 Winged Race

"Ahhhhhh!" The female priest let out a desperate scream. Crimson blood splattered from her body, staining her snow-white priest's robe crimson. Her muscles trembled with pain.

Autumn, closest to the female priest, was drenched in scalding blood. The hot blood flowed down his head, staining his eyes red, and into his mouth. The salty, slightly sweet blood stimulated the bestial nature hidden beneath his cowardly exterior. The scene of being wantonly humiliated by this team member replayed incessantly in his mind like a curse.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Autumn roared violently towards the sky, his eyes, reddened by blood or the eruption of bestiality, were hard to tell. Staring intently at the female priest, whose face was contorted in agony and whose body was writhing in agony, he forcefully pulled the dagger out, sending a spray of blood through her veins. Then he plunged it back in, pulled it out again, and repeated the cycle. The dripping blood, mixed with bits of flesh, stained the area around Autumn a blood-red slaughterhouse…

“Ugh…” The onlookers could no longer bear to watch. Some of the more timid vomited on the spot. Many more stared in terror at Qin Feng, the one who had given the order for Autumn to kill.

Qin Feng turned around expressionlessly, looking at the somewhat crazed Autumn, a strange glint in his eyes. The mysterious figure shrouded in a black cloak stared at Qin Feng through the cloak's veil, lost in thought.

After a long while, Autumn finally exhausted herself, ceasing her mad actions and regaining her senses. When she saw the mangled corpse before her, a bloody mess beyond recognition… When green intestines and entrails were scattered all over the floor, Autumn, the culprit, couldn't help but bend over and vomit violently.

A smile played on Qin Feng's lips as he turned and walked towards the bar, tossing out a few words:

"Follow me."

The mysterious cloaked figure hesitated slightly before following. Autumn, still vomiting, finally stood up with the help of Kuang Tianxiong, though his legs were still trembling.

Inside the bar, Qin Feng, dressed in a white shirt, sat elegantly. To his left were Autumn, covered in blood and emitting a pungent stench, and Kuang Tianxiong. The mysterious cloaked figure sat opposite them. The mercenaries and caravan members who had witnessed the entire incident hid in the corners, watching Qin Feng and his companions in the center of the bar with unease.

“Little girl of the Winged Race, you don’t need to wear this disgusting thing anymore, although it makes no difference to me whether you wear it or not,” Qin Feng said with a smile before the mysterious woman could speak. The

mysterious woman was silent for a while, then she took off the black cloak from her head, revealing her true appearance—

golden hair, a slightly pale face, two light eyebrows, and a pair of expressionless eyes. Her small lips were slightly pursed. She wore a beautifully crafted, thin golden armor that effectively protected her vital points. At first glance, she looked no different from a human.

A glint flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes, and a signature smile appeared on his lips.

Seemingly understanding Qin Feng’s meaning, the female winged woman hesitated slightly. With a “whoosh,” two wings that seemed to resemble those of birds emerged from behind her through the opening in the back of the golden armor. She looked very much like an angel, but lacked the holiness of an angel.

“An angel?!”

“A winged person!”

Two completely different voices rang out in the bar. Then everyone realized that what they were seeing was just a winged person, and many more people stared greedily at this female winged person. In some slave trading places, a female winged person was worth the equivalent of two female elves!

A few bolder ones seemed to have forgotten the female winged person's skill in single-handedly taking down a formidable mercenary team. They quietly took a few steps closer to her.

A murderous glint flashed across Qin Feng's previously expressionless face. The temperature in the entire bar suddenly dropped significantly. Kuang Tianxiong, sitting next to Tai Feng, rubbed his bald head and looked at the mercenaries, still immersed in their dreams of getting rich, with pity.

"Hmph!"

A soft hum. It was absolutely soft, because neither Kuang Tianxiong and Autumn, sitting next to him, nor the female winged person sitting opposite Qin Feng, thought it sounded any different from usual. But the group of bold mercenaries who had surrounded them were in for a world of hurt.

They felt a hum a hundred times louder than thunder ring in their ears, and it felt as if something inside their heads had exploded. They all collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from their eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouths. They were lifeless, bleeding from all seven orifices! The sight of these greedy and audacious mercenaries' deaths sent

a

shiver down the spines of the other mercenaries, still lost in their get-rich-quick dreams. They glanced fearfully at the expressionless, seemingly unaffected Qin Feng, then quickly paid their bills and fled the bar, leaving only Qin Feng and his three companions with the gradually cooling corpses.

"Tell me your background," Qin Feng said, glancing at the hesitant bartender before directly addressing the winged woman.

"Is this how you treat all ladies?" the winged woman asked, a strange look flashing across her face before she smiled sweetly at Qin Feng.

"Don't try to use this method to gain advantages in negotiations. Some things are beyond the capacity of a mere assassin like you," Qin Feng said calmly, a cold glint in his eyes.

The female winged woman felt a sudden jolt to her mind, and an indescribable sense of inferiority involuntarily surfaced in her mind. This was the instinctive sense of submission of a subordinate to a superior.

The winged woman forced herself to steady herself, her previous fawning smile vanishing. She managed a weak smile and said, "So, Your Highness, should I call you Prince Tagore, or Your Highness Qin Feng?"

Qin Feng didn't care. Suddenly, a dazzling, indescribable smile appeared on his face as he looked at the winged woman opposite him.

"No... Your Highness, I merely represent the winged race and wish to have an equal dialogue with you," the winged

woman cried out, trembling at Qin Feng's smile. Fear filled her eyes. Qin Feng smiled at the winged woman for about ten seconds, then abruptly stopped smiling and said expressionlessly, "Last chance. State your purpose. Your conditions."

The winged woman remained silent for three seconds. With a soft sigh, she said solemnly, "Didiwei Fabiostna, the Golden-Armored Warrior of the Winged-Human Temple, on behalf of the Winged-Human race, extends our sincerest blessings to His Highness Prince Tagore, the Tiger King, Lord of the Mayan Wasteland. We hope you can help our Winged-Human race escape our current crisis, and we will also unconditionally obey the regulations you have established for other races."

"Isn't this a declaration of allegiance?" Qin Feng asked, looking at the female Winged-Human, Didiwei, with amusement

. "Your Highness, if you can help our Winged-Human race resolve this unprecedented crisis and treat us as you would any other race, then we are willing to pledge our allegiance to you." Didiwei took a deep breath and looked at Qin Feng solemnly.

"Dwarves can help me forge weapons, Titans and Berserkers are my most valiant soldiers, and goblins are skilled in architecture and design, invaluable craftsmen. So, tell me, what can you Winged-Humans offer me?" Qin Feng asked casually, seemingly oblivious to her question.

"We...we winged people are born assassins. We are proficient in wind magic and spatial magic, and can even become briefly invisible..." Didie hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"So you're just thieves." Qin Feng retorted mercilessly.

"Not those lowly thieves, we're assassins!" Didie argued, her face flushed.

"Besides that, you have nothing else? It seems that although I've killed countless people, I've never assassinated anyone. And I have to feed you and help you resolve your crises. If you were in my shoes, would you do this?" Qin Feng ignored Didie's explanation and continued.

"We..."

"Well...even you feel guilty, don't you?" Qin Feng looked at Vivian's increasingly pale face.

"Your Highness, as long as you agree to help our winged people solve that problem, I...I'm willing to be your slave." Vivian looked at Qin Feng's expressionless face and gritted her teeth, then blushed and puffed out her full breasts.

"Hehe~~~~ Do you really think you're that valuable? Or are you just that confident in your own abilities?" Tai Feng chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over Didi Wei's protruding chest with a tangible intensity. He shook his head.

"You...I...Your Highness, please just say it. What do you need?" Didi Wei's face flushed red and then paled, clearly her prideful assets had been shattered. Finally, she whispered,

"I need you to share some precious data from the past ten thousand years with other alien races. I know that your Winged Human race is the only one among all alien races that has completely preserved historical records from ten thousand years ago, as well as some precious technologies." Qin Feng said calmly.

"That's all?" Didi Wei looked at Qin Feng with a stunned expression, asking incredulously,

"What? Do you think my demands are too high?" Qing Feng glanced at Didi Wei and asked.

"No, no, Your Highness, are you sure that's all you want? Don't you want to add any other requirements?" Didi Wei looked at Qin Feng with a strange expression.

"The rest are the same as other alien races, and your winged race should number no less than 20,000, right?" Qin Feng's lips curled into a strange smile as he asked softly.

"Yes, our winged race currently has 23,072 members," Didiwei answered honestly.

"Then, I want an intelligence team and an assassination team, you don't mind, do you?" Qin Feng looked at Didiwei with a smile like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Chapter 171 Reencounter with the Dragon

Emperor's Palace on Ai Nilong Island.

A middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion, tall stature, and flowing blond hair stood proudly in the main hall of the Dragon Emperor's Palace. An aura of dominance emanated from him.

Below the blond middle-aged man stood four men and women dressed in various colors. The one in the lead was dressed in black, with a very handsome face, but exuding a cold aura. To the right of the black-clad man stood a middle-aged man dressed in red, whose aura and appearance were no less than his. To the right of the red-clad man... A young woman dressed in blue stood before them. Her graceful figure was encased in a flowing, light blue robe, and her once beautiful face was now etched with sorrow. To her right stood a tall, burly man in an earthen-yellow robe, the bulging veins on his forehead revealing his rage.

“Your Majesty…are we truly going to cooperate with 'them'?” asked the grim-faced middle-aged man in black.

“Hmm…Floydek, don’t rush. Now is not the time to make a decision. The other party, capable of single-handedly killing Murik Hewitt, Bortok Arthuritako, and Rivacotna, is definitely not an ordinary person. If not exceptionally capable, then he is certainly a man of extraordinary intellect. Let’s wait for those greedy humans to die, and that

will provide us with more intelligence,” said the blond man standing with his hands behind his back, seemingly indifferent.

“But…Your Majesty…my daughter Arthuritako has only just come of age…” the woman in blue cried out.

“Mocotiana, I understand your feelings perfectly. However, as the ruler of our dragon race, I must prioritize the interests of our clan. This opponent is far too powerful. I don't want my recklessness to cause even greater losses to our already small number of people.” The middle-aged blond man turned his head and patiently explained to the woman in blue.

“Your Majesty, news has come from the Golden Dragon Clan that they have invited the other three Golden Families. A meeting will be held next month.” The black-clad man, who had been silent for a moment, continued.

“Hmm. Very good. Freudek, tell them that our dragon race is supporting us in everything. If we succeed, we can promise to provide them with two more contracted dragons. Also, don't be stingy with money and valuables. Our dragon race is so poor that all we have left are these glittering things.” The middle-aged man nodded and replied.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The black-clad man nodded respectfully.

"You will all go. I will summon you if there is any news. Remember, as leaders of your respective races, you must prioritize the interests of our Dragon Clan. If I find anyone acting without regard for the interests of the Dragon Clan, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The middle-aged blond man's expression suddenly changed, and he said sternly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the four replied in unison.

At the same time, some elders of the four major golden families of the continent, including the Phoenix family of Great Qin, the Tulip family of Fatil, the Golden Dragon family of Izumo, and the Medusa family of Mehes, emerged from their respective secluded cultivation places and entered the family secret chambers with the current heads of each family for a secret meeting that lasted four or five hours. No one knew the content, but after the meeting,

the heads of each family stared expressionlessly at the Mayan Wasteland in the northwest of the continent on the map.

At this moment, the town of Purple Moon in the Mayan Wasteland was bustling with activity. The goblins were in charge of design and supervision, while the Netherworld Guards, Titans, and Berserkers were also involved. Construction has officially begun on the new city, which is being built with the participation of dwarves and even winged people.

The goblins truly lived up to their reputation as the most skilled architects of all races on the continent. When Autumn presented Qin Feng with the blueprints for the new city he and his people had designed, even Qin Feng, a space pirate from another dimension, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration!

The new city was divided into two parts: the surface city and the underground city. Only Qin Feng and the goblin leader Autumn knew the passage connecting the two cities. The surface city's walls were hundreds of feet high, and the main city covered a full 50,000 hectares, divided into four major districts: east, west, south, and north. Outside the main city were seven garrison cities, designed by Qin Feng according to the Big Dipper constellation. The main city was precisely located at the North Star.

As for the underground city, not only was it twice the size of the surface city, but it also utilized the goblin race's latest research technology, solving not only the ventilation problem but also…

At the construction site of the new city, Qin Feng watched with satisfaction as the craftsmen of various races worked diligently, occasionally greeting them. Twelve Asura Golden Guards, wielding golden spears, followed a step behind, partially surrounding Qin Feng, vigilantly observing their surroundings.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, the Orcs have sent a representative to see you...They say they have something important to discuss..." the goblin chieftain Autumn called out to Qin Feng from afar.

"Oh, Orcs?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself. His gaze involuntarily drifted to a face of breathtaking beauty, flowing long hair, delicate eyebrows, large, watery blue eyes, a small nose, and alluring lips and teeth. That captivating smile...

He had wanted to let her return to her former life, so he hadn't gone to see her. He wondered if she was alright now.

"Autumn, take them to the temporary reception area," Qin Feng ordered calmly.

"Yes, Your Highness," Autumn replied, turning to leave.

Of all the women Qin Feng had met, his favorite was Princess Lily, his most cherished was the fox spirit Annie, his favorite was the little elf Evelya, and his most pitied was the phoenix girl Catherine. However…

when Qin Feng arrived at the temporary reception area, he habitually scanned it with his spiritual energy. The first thing he saw was a silver spear, a cold, murderous aura emanating from its tip, a dark red blood groove extending from the tip to the calyx. Then came the spear's owner, a well-fitting figure in silver armor,

standing like a javelin behind a mysterious person completely shrouded in a white cloak. Presumably, this mysterious person in the cloak was the envoy sent by the orcs.

But Qin Feng's previously calm face suddenly froze, and his previously composed hand involuntarily trembled! This silver-armored knight with the long spear was none other than Ye Xinghen, who had escaped from the battle of the Great Qin Royal City! Could this person in the white cloak be…?

Qin Feng suppressed his excitement and pushed open the door of the temporary reception area. The knight inside the door gleamed with a sharp light in his eyes. When the silver-armored knight, Ye Xinghen, saw Qin Feng enter, he trembled uncontrollably, staring at Qin Feng in disbelief. After a moment, he reacted, kneeling on one knee before Qin Feng, his voice trembling, "Your Highness... Ye Xinghen of the Yan Yun Guard... reporting to you..."

Hearing Ye Xinghen's words, the orc envoy shuddered violently, staggering to his feet. He reached towards the door, uttering a melodious voice, "Is it really you, young master? Your little girl has finally found you..."

Qin Feng flashed to the orc envoy, yanking back the white cloak to reveal a face of breathtaking beauty, flowing long hair, delicate eyebrows, a small nose, and captivating lips and teeth. Everything was the same as before. Only... he looked much more haggard. His once captivating blue eyes were now lifeless, appearing somewhat empty.

"Little girl... what happened to your eyes?" Qin Feng asked in a trembling voice. A sudden surge of murderous intent instantly filled the entire reception area. Even Ye Xinghen, who had reached the pinnacle of Sword Emperor cultivation, couldn't help but tremble.

"Young Master, I'm alright. As long as I found you, I'm so happy, so happy, it's all worth it~~~~" Aini said with a smile. She reached out her hands, moving upwards from Qin Feng's breastplate to his face, her smooth hands carefully caressing his head. From his golden hair to his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth, it seemed she wanted to imbue Qin Feng's body with all the longing she had felt over the past year.

"Young Master, you've lost weight~~~ Have you been neglecting your rest again? Now that Aini is here, I'll take good care of you," Aini said with concern after a while.

Qin Feng couldn't hold back any longer and pulled Aini into his arms, so tightly that she almost suffocated.

Ye Xinghen, understanding the situation, withdrew through the door and stood guard faithfully outside.

The reception area fell silent for a moment. Only Aini's breathing became labored as Qin Feng held her too tightly.

After a while, Qin Feng gently released Aini, stroking her stunningly beautiful face with his hand. He slowly asked,

"Tell me, how can I heal your eyes?"

"Young Master, I'm alright..." Aini looked at Qin Feng with her lifeless, empty eyes, and said gently, "As long as I can find you and stay by your side, that's enough."

"It seems I have to go to Behemoth City to ask your bastard grandfather for an explanation." Qin Feng wasn't annoyed and said calmly.

"Ah? Young Master, no, I ran away without telling my grandfather." Aini said nervously when she heard that Qin Feng was going to Behemoth City to find the Great Prophet of the Beast Clan.

"Oh, so you're a runaway girl. It seems I should send you back, unless you're obedient." Qin Feng affectionately pinched Aini's nose, but a hint of heartache was hidden deep in his eyes.

"Young Master, I'll listen to you, please don't send me back." Aini snuggled into Qin Feng's arms, rubbing her face against his breastplate and pleading.

"Then tell me honestly, what's wrong with your eyes? Is there any way to cure them?" Tai Feng gently stroked Aini's flowing hair, finally giving her a light kiss on the forehead.

Aini hummed contentedly, wrinkled her small nose, and continued to bury her face in Qin Feng's arms, softly saying,

"I used the Celestial Divination Technique."

Chapter 172 Rain of Pear Blossoms Spear vs. Mad Demon Staff Technique

"Celestial Divination?" Qin Feng's hand stroking Aini's hair paused, and he asked softly.

"Yes. Celestial Divination is the most profound and accurate divination technique in our Fox Clan, but also the one with the heaviest price." Aini softly replied, hugging Qin Feng tightly.

"Your grandfather was a great prophet, and you've learned his skills too. Does he really allow you to use such a harmful divination technique?" Qin Feng asked, lifting Aini's beautiful face.

"If Grandpa won't let me, I won't eat," Aini said softly, her words revealing a stubbornness that ran to her very bones. Her large, lifeless eyes strained open, as if trying to see Qin Feng's eyes.

"Silly girl! And then?" Qin Feng asked, gently patting Aini's cheek with heartache.

"Later, while Grandpa was going to see His Majesty, I secretly used this divination technique and found out that you were destined for the northern part of the continent. Then I asked Ye Xinghen to help me sneak out. Hehe... Young Master, do you know how much I've missed you these past year? I often dream of you, and many times I see you covered in blood calling my name. But ever since you and Sister Catherine disappeared from Mount Alton, I haven't heard from you again. Later, the Holy See lifted the warrant for your arrest. I thought... I thought I would never see you again. If Grandpa hadn't told me you were still alive, I might have died long ago..." Aini murmured, gently stroking Qin Feng's face with both hands.

"And the price you paid for knowing where I am is your blindness..." Qin Feng gently kissed Aini's blind eyes, his heart aching.

"Yes, Aini is blind now, she can't see anything, she's not pretty anymore. Does Young Master still love Aini?" Aini gazed at Qin Feng with her blind eyes, full of longing.

Tai Feng remained silent, simply looking at Aini. He desperately wanted to tell her that no matter what she became, her young master would love and cherish her just as he had always. But the words wouldn't come out.

Aini, who had been full of anticipation, saw Qin Feng remain silent for so long that her beautiful face turned deathly pale, her expression filled with desolation. A clear, salty tear welled up in her blind eyes. She released her hands from Qin Feng's face and whispered, "Aini knows she's caused you trouble, young master. Now that Aini knows you're safe and sound, my wish has been fulfilled, and I'll go back tomorrow."

"No!" Qin Feng growled softly, a look of anxiety flashing across his face, but the next words seemed stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

Upon hearing the word "no," Annie's face went from ashen to death. Her trembling lips managed a slow, labored whisper: "Then I'll leave now, and I won't trouble you again, young master."

Crystal tears streamed from Annie's dry eyes like broken beads. This young girl, in the prime of her life, had sacrificed her most beautiful eyes just to hear news of him! She had traversed mountains and rivers, endured wind and rain, searching for him across thousands of miles, just to see him once! But she had found him, she had seen him, but… for a moment, Annie felt utterly devastated. Suddenly,

a pair of slightly dry, salty flesh pressed tightly against Annie's lips, leaving no gap, a pair of strong arms with a touch of domineering. A touch of heartache, a touch of guilt, a touch of unyielding strength—they pulled Annie into their embrace.

In an instant, Annie felt as if she had lost her breath, her whole body feeling as if it were floating away. There was no sky, no earth, her heart pounding violently. Her blood seemed to be rushing wildly through her body. "

I'm going to die, I'm going to die… Is this what death feels like? So blissful… to die in your arms… Oh God, so this is how you can kiss me, young master…"

Aini, whether from shortness of breath or shyness, writhed in Qin Feng's arms, her face flushed. But against Qin Feng's embrace, which was practically an iron cage, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. In the end, she could only obediently stay in Qin Feng's arms, letting him take what he wanted.

Finally, when Qin Feng, with a triumphant and generous expression, released Aini, who had collapsed into his arms, panting heavily, the only sound in the reception area was Aini's desperate breathing. Her face was as red as charcoal, her breath coming in short gasps, a languid shyness tinged with embarrassment, and a hint of joy on her swollen red lips. The only flaw was her beautiful eyes, which now stared blankly in Qin Feng's direction.

Qin Feng felt a pang of pain in his heart. He lowered his head and gently licked Aini's lifeless eyes with the tip of his tongue. Finally, he pretended to be fierce in her delicate ear and said,

"If you do this again, you little brat, hmph, see how I punish you!"

"Young master... I... I won't dare again... Please spare me..." Aini felt a heat in her sensitive ear, a sensation that tingled to the bone and melted her heart, spreading from her sensitive earlobe all the way through her body. She quickly begged for mercy.

"Hmph. Begging for mercy now, too late. I'll punish you... punish you..." Qin Feng said with a chuckle. But halfway through his sentence, he couldn't think of a punishment for her.

"Young master, what will you punish me for..." Aini in his arms raised her little head, her empty big eyes filled with a hint of allure. Her bright red lilac tongue licked the corner of her mouth enticingly, and she asked in a sweet voice.

"Punish you, hmm... I'll punish you by making you take care of my food, clothing, and shelter for the rest of your life." Tai Feng felt a surge of lust rise from his lower abdomen, which was then easily suppressed by the Azure Sky Technique within him. Looking at Aini, who was striking a seductive pose, with a mixture of amusement and a hint of tenderness in his eyes, Qin Feng gently stroked her cheek.

"Mmm... Aini is punished... I will never leave you again, Young Master," Aini said, her alluring demeanor vanishing as she nestled softly in Qin Feng's arms, her words tinged with determination and a promise.

Qin Feng remained silent, holding Aini tightly. The two nestled together quietly, seemingly trying to make up for the pain of separation they had endured for over a year.

Suddenly, a loud clang of metal clashing outside the door startled the couple from their warm, intimate moment.

Qin Feng frowned, then led the bewildered Aini outside. Twenty feet away, Ye Xinghen stood, holding a long wheel upside down, staring intently at his opponent with a serious expression. He held a gleaming, menacing spiked club. The opponent, Kuang Tianxiong, wore a full suit of heavy black iron armor, had a shaved head, and a fierce expression.

"Young Master, what happened to Ye Xinghen? Who did he get into a fight with?" Aini, as expected of the intelligent and quick-witted Beast Clan Saintess, immediately recognized one of the fighters.

"It's nothing. I was watching from the sidelines. I was just thinking about how to test how much he'd improved this year. Hehe, but that big idiot Tianxiong actually got into a fight with him." Qin Feng patted Aini's hand to reassure her.

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Aini obediently didn't ask any more questions, quietly nestling beside Qin Feng, resting her head on his shoulder, watching Jing Fang, even though she couldn't see him.

The two in the arena were now fighting again.

Ye Xinghen practiced the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Spear Technique, the famous skill of Zhao Yun (Zhao Zilong) from the Three Kingdoms period, which Qin Feng had taught him. It emphasized skill and illusion, requiring extremely high technical skill, and never involved direct confrontation. Every thrust, every block, every flick, every swing required perfect timing, often catching the opponent off guard. It could be said to be primarily based on technique.

The Mad Demon Staff Technique practiced by Kuang Tianxiong is said to have been created by Bodhidharma, the founder of Zen Buddhism. It emphasizes brute force and madness, demanding extremely high strength. It often involves direct, head-on attacks.

Every horizontal strike, every smash, every flick requires full power, and the practitioner appears like a madman, using sheer force to overcome all wisdom—essentially defeating the enemy with brute strength.

Seeing that he was no match for Kuang Tianxiong in terms of strength, Ye Xinghen didn't engage in a direct confrontation. His spear moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, its tip flashing as it thrust towards the back of Kuang Tianxiong's right hand, which held the spiked club.

Berserkers, known as a naturally born warrior race, naturally possessed a unique understanding of combat. The spiked club in his hand seemed weightless, swung around relentlessly, each blow more powerful than the last, aiming to smash Ye Xinghen's head. His intention was: "I don't care if you pierce my hand or not, I'll smash your head open with this Southern Kingdom weapon."

This put Ye Xinghen at a disadvantage. After all, Kuang Tianxiong was wearing heavy armor, so even if he was stabbed, it wouldn't be a big problem unless you could pierce through that thick layer. Moreover, berserkers naturally have very tough skin. If you could really pierce through, his Southern Kingdom would probably just crash down on Ye Xinghen's head.

Seeing himself being forced to retreat by this freak, Kuang Tianxiong, Ye Xinghen's stubbornness flared up. He gritted his teeth, and his silver spear suddenly unleashed a series of spear flowers, the tip aimed straight for Kuang Tianxiong's throat, completely ignoring the club Kuang Tianxiong was throwing down. He seemed to be willing to trade his life for his own.

Kuang Tianxiong wasn't at the point of trading his life for another's. After all, he had only been

testing the waters and didn't intend to kill. Seeing Ye Xinghen's posture, he quickly withdrew his club and retreated to avoid Ye Xinghen's silver spear.

But this dodge gave Ye Xinghen a huge advantage. Ye Xinghen saw Kuang Tianxiong take a step back. Overjoyed, he didn't hesitate, his silver spear thrusting relentlessly towards Kuang Tianxiong, each strike aimed at Kuang Tianxiong's throat.

Kuang Tianxiong initially wanted to retaliate, but remembering the man might know their leader, he held back and retreated repeatedly

.

The onlookers, seeing Kuang Tianxiong forced to retreat by an outsider, booed.

Kuang Tianxiong, who had meant well, was enraged to see himself humiliated in front of his brothers, and the man's lack of tact. With a roar, he didn't let go of his spear aimed at Ye Xinghen's throat, but instead channeled all his energy and slammed his spiked club down towards Ye Xinghen's head!

It was a desperate, all-or-nothing move.

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Seeing Kuang Tianxiong's desperate stance, Ye Xinghen, who had only wanted to save face, was stunned. He never expected that the Berserkers were a race known for their volatile tempers!

Just when everyone thought a tragedy was about to unfold, a white shadow flashed by, and everyone's vision blurred. A new person had appeared in the fighting arena, casually holding a silver spear and the head of a spiked club in one hand, and gently embracing a beautiful woman with a stunning face in the other.

Ye Xinghen and Kuang Tianxiong, who had already prepared themselves for death, felt as if a gust of wind had passed by. Then their hands felt light, and looking down, their weapons were gone. Looking up again, they saw Qin Feng's expressionless face!

"Your Highness?!"

"Boss?!"

the two exclaimed, then remembered that Qin Feng had forbidden internal fighting. They exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads, awaiting Qin Feng's punishment.

Sure enough—

"You two are quite something, actually fighting amongst yourselves. Very good, very good!" Qin Feng's calm voice echoed throughout the arena, sending chills down the spines of the berserkers and Netherworld Guards watching.

"Ye Xinghen, recite the military law I taught you back in the Yan Yun Guard!" Qin Feng glanced at Ye Xinghen and ordered.

"Yes! Article 1... Article 6, No insulting or defaming members. No private fights between members. Article 7..." Ye Xinghen didn't dare to slack off and obediently recited the military law Qin Feng had taught him back in the Yan Yun Guard.

"Kuang Tianxiong, you recite the military law I formulated!" Qin Feng gave a noncommittal snort and turned to shout at Kuang Tianxiong.

"Ah...oh, the first one, uh...it's...the seventh one, is that we're not allowed to fight each other. And the eighth one...um...it's..." Kuang Tianxiong scratched his bald head, and after a long pause, he finally managed to get out the gist of Qin Feng's military law. He even gave Qin Feng a fawning look at the end.

Meanwhile, Aini, hiding in Qin Feng's arms, was already laughing hysterically, biting her sleeve tightly, her body trembling.

Even Ye Xinghen, who was opposed to Kuang Tianxiong, couldn't help but be amused by Kuang Tianxiong's silly antics, but since Qin Feng didn't laugh, he didn't dare to be unrestrained and could only suppress his laughter.

"Tell me. What exactly happened between you two?" Qin Feng tossed the weapon in his hand to the two men and asked.

"Yes~~~~"

"Yes~~~~~"

Ye Xinghen and Kuang Tianxiong both wanted to speak, but they bumped into each other, so they both stopped and looked at Qin Feng.

"Ye Xinghen, you go first."

"Yes, Your Highness."

It all started because this guy saw me, an outsider, standing there, and probably thought I looked like a thief. So he asked me questions. I told him that you and Miss Aini were inside and couldn't enter for the time being. He was suspicious, and then we got into an argument. Finally, we fought." Ye Xinghen laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I saw he looked like a pretty boy, so I came up and asked him where he was from. He said he was from the Beastmen, and that you, Boss, were meeting with their envoy. I was suspicious then; he was clearly a human, yet he claimed to be from the Beastmen. Wasn't that blatant lying? So, I... I fought with him." Seeing Qin Feng turn to him after hearing Ye Xinghen's explanation, Kuang Tianxiong quickly recounted the scene.

"Very good, you two know you can't fight amongst yourselves. I thought you were ignoring what I said! Since you both understand, as your leader, I must be fair in rewards and punishments!" "Kuang Tianxiong, you got into a fight without even asking what happened. Your daily training will be doubled. No meals until you finish." Qin Feng said sternly after hearing their story.

"Yes, boss! Boss, could you… I didn't say anything… I didn't say anything, double it is fine…" Kuang Tianxiong, who had initially wanted to plead with Qin Feng, swallowed his words upon seeing Qin Feng's cold eyes.

"Ye Xinghen, you deserve a reward for escorting Aini, but you attacked Kuang Tianxiong without permission, so you should be punished! Therefore, Ta Xue is your reward! However, you will set off tomorrow. First, go to Behemoth City and inform the Great Prophet Dandong that Aini is with me. Then go to the western part of Great Qin and summon Nagus to the Mayan Wasteland. He's been rampaging through Great Qin for over a year; he should have made some gains by now!" "Qin Feng glanced at Ye Xinghen and said calmly.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Ye Xinghen gave Qin Feng a standard knightly salute.

"As for the others..." Qin Feng looked at the berserkers and Netherworld Guards who had been watching but were now preparing to slip away, and drew out his words with a sly smile. He continued,

"All of you who were watching, whether berserkers or Netherworld Guards, since you didn't stop the fight in time, you will all carry 400 jin (200 kg) of weight for a 60-kilometer cross-country run. Remember, this is after you have put on all your armor and weapons, plus another 400 jin. You must be back before dark. Those who don't complete the mission..." "Hehe..." Qin Feng chuckled twice, not finishing his sentence.

The onlookers suddenly felt a chilling wind, as if it were the end of the world. Some alert ones immediately ran towards the barracks, preparing for the 400-pound, 60-kilometer cross-country run. Following their lead, all the nearly one thousand berserkers and Netherworld Guards who had been watching vanished, leaving only Aini, who was trying to suppress her laughter, nestled quietly in Qin Feng's arms, while Qin Feng, with a tender look in his eyes, quietly leaned against her.

The new city, thanks to the frantic construction efforts of various races, was already taking shape. Meanwhile, Qin Feng's registered goblin trading group, with Qin Feng's strong financial backing and the safety protection of the berserkers, began its commercial expansion. It must be said that the goblin race, although not as powerful as... Martial arts and magic. But their talent in architecture and commerce is absolutely unmatched by other races.

In just three months, a goblin merchant group of a thousand people had given Qin Feng their specially made white wine. The equipment forged by the dwarves (of course, the kind that had been phased out), and the furs and magic crystals hunted by the berserkers and titans were all sold to every corner of the continent. As for the channels involved, Qin Feng didn't care. Anyway, the daily profit was at least ten thousand purple crystal coins.

And the Heavenly Punishment Assassin Group, composed of experts from the winged race, also spread throughout the continent. Because of their first business deal, they killed a duke of the Izumo Empire, which greatly angered His Majesty the Emperor of the Izumo Empire. He offered a bounty of five hundred thousand purple crystal coins. The plan was to eliminate the newly established Heavenly Punishment Assassin Group. However, the very next day, one of his most favored concubines, while making love to him, inexplicably went mad and vomited a letter. As for the contents of the letter… well, the 500,000 amethyst coin bounty was cancelled the following day.

As for the Berserker Mercenary Group, it has already risen from a G-rank mercenary group to a C-rank group in three months.

Currently, Qin Feng has five armed forces under his command. First is the 30,000 Netherworld Guards, transformed from the Black Iron Elite Cavalry. The average strength of this pure cavalry force is at the mid-level Great Swordsman level.

Second is the Yaksha Guards, composed of 5,000 berserkers riding Ironclad Silverback Earth Dragons. Their average strength (after acquiring their mounts) is at the initial level. The third force, if they were to go berserk, would be...

a berserker legion of 13,000 berserkers clad in full black iron armor and wielding spiked clubs

. Their average level was that of a high-ranking swordsman, and their berserk level would reach that of a high-ranking grand swordsman.

The fourth force was a ranged attack unit of 500 Titan giants, with an average level of top-ranking

sword emperor. However, Qin Feng had other plans for these giants, each over five zhang tall, which will not be discussed here.

The fifth force was the assassin group Tianzhu, composed of winged humans. As expected, the assassins stationed in the group were all elites of the winged human race. Although there were only 500 of them, each one was skilled in assassination and concealment. Their average level had reached that of a low-ranking sword emperor.

If you add the mythical beast-level lion cub and Wangcai, plus the equally unfathomable Qin Feng, the military force would be arguably the strongest on the entire continent. However, Qin Feng always subconsciously felt a strange sense of crisis. It was like an invisible rope tightly binding his neck; one wrong move and he would face annihilation. Therefore, contrary to his usual behavior, Qin Feng adopted a tolerant attitude towards the suppression from Duke Medusa and His Majesty Brad.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! A caravan was robbed in the Mayan Wasteland, and a mercenary escaped. He's now at our office!"

Qin Feng, who was enthusiastically conducting his daily patrol at the new city construction site with Aini, was suddenly interrupted by a shout. A glint of light flashed in his eyes. Qin Feng turned to the Netherworld Guard who had shouted and said calmly,

"Take me there, but don't make a scene."

"Yes, Your Highness!" the Netherworld Guard quickly replied.

Qin Feng followed the Netherworld Guard to the office, where the area had already been cordoned off by the guards. Qin Feng nodded to himself and led Aini inside. Lying

on the floor was a plump middle-aged man. His round, fat face was contorted in pain. His once-shiny clothes were now covered in dust, indicating severe suffering. Judging from his attire, he was likely an important figure in the caravan.

"When did you see him?" Qin Feng asked the Netherworld Guard who had summoned him.

"Your Highness, it was about a quarter of an hour ago. A few of us brothers were on patrol when we saw this man stumbling towards us, constantly looking back and crying out 'Spare me!' as if something was chasing him," the guard recalled.

Qin Feng scrutinized the fat man. His face was a strange bluish-black, contorted in a grotesque grimace, his eyes weakly open, filled with boundless terror.

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Suddenly, a green glint flashed in the fat man's previously lifeless eyes. He grinned ferociously, his tongue lolling out blood-red, and sprang to his feet, reaching out to grab Aini.

Qin Feng coldly snorted. Without any visible movement, a golden light shot from the tip of his right middle finger, piercing the fat man's forehead just three inches from Aini's hands! The

ancient Chinese martial art—One-Finger Divine Skill !

Qin Feng spun Aini around, turning her back to the fat man who had pierced her forehead. He was puzzled; judging from this fat man's appearance, it seemed there was no record of him in the history of the continent.

"Send the order! All on alert! This matter must not be spread! Those who disobey will be punished according to military law!" Qin Feng thought for a moment and then gave the order.

"Yes, Your Highness!" the Netherworld Guards in the room shouted in unison.

"Looks like I'll have to go ask the elders of the Winged People. I've never even heard of such a strange situation before," Qin Feng muttered to himself.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Aini, nestled in his arms, looked up at Qin Feng and asked.

"Nothing, little girl, don't worry," Qin Feng gently kissed Aini's forehead.

"Mmm. Young Master, if anything happens, you must tell Aini, otherwise, I'll worry," Aini adjusted her position in Qin Feng's arms, snuggling like a kitten, and whispered.

"Okay," Qin Feng patted Aini's back and replied, his thoughts drifting to the matter at hand.

Inside the Winged Human territory.

Qin Feng and the Winged Human Chieftain, Ramosia, sat facing each other.

"Your Highness, we Winged Humans are very pleased with your arrival," Chieftain Ramosia greeted Qin Feng with an ancient noble salute, filling his cup with fine wine.

"Chieftain, there's no need for such formalities," Qin Feng returned the salute, taking the full cup and drinking it in one gulp.

"Your Highness, what brings you to our clan amidst your busy schedule?" Chief Ramosia of the Winged People didn't mince words and went straight to the point.

Qin Feng secretly praised him. Indeed, he was a shrewd old man who had lived for thousands of years. However, despite his age, he still looked like he was in his twenties. The Winged People possessed a unique talent: both men and women maintained their youth forever. Therefore, the entire Winged People clan was filled with handsome men and beautiful women; none of them appeared old and frail. It was said that the Winged People were born from the union of angels from the divine realm and humans from the earth during the war between gods and demons. However, they were no match for true angels in either martial arts or magic.

"It's like this, Chief, I wish to borrow your historical records from ten thousand years ago," Qin Feng said after a moment's thought.

"This…" Chief Ramosia hesitated.

"What's wrong? Is there some difficulty?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and asked. One of the key points of the negotiations with Didiwei was the possibility of accessing the historical records of the Winged People.

"No, we have no difficulty! We Winged People will never go back on our promise to Your Highness. However… Your Highness… our historical records are written in our ancient language. If we lend them to you, we don't know if you can understand them." The Winged People Chieftain Ramosya seemed to read Qin Feng's mind, carefully considering his words before speaking slowly.

Qin Feng was taken aback. Indeed, he was completely unfamiliar with the Winged People's language and script. Currently, both sides were communicating in the common language of the continent.

"Ahem… I have carefully reviewed some of my people's historical records. I wonder what Your Highness wishes to know; perhaps I can offer some assistance, however small." Chieftain Ramosya glanced at the stunned Qin Feng and continued.

"That's wonderful! Thank you, Chieftain." Qin Feng was delighted upon hearing Chieftain Ramosya's words and nodded.

"Then, Your Highness, what do you wish to know?" Chief Ramos of the Winged People looked into Qin Feng's eyes

and asked slowly.

"What I want to know is, ten thousand years ago, was there a strange disease that caused people to turn completely green, their eyes to become dull and they to suffer greatly, and they would occasionally ramble incoherently. During their final moments of lucidity, their eyes would turn green, and their muscles would become extremely contorted." Su Feng roughly recounted the fat man's detailed description, then patiently waited, watching Chief Ramos, who was deep in thought.

About fifteen minutes later, Chief Ramos, having searched his entire brain without finding any similar symptoms, looked at Tai Feng apologetically and said, "I am very sorry, Your Highness, I have searched all the information in my brain, but I still cannot find the disease you described."

"Oh, it's alright." Qin Feng nodded, speaking lightly, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"However..."

"However what?" Qin Feng, hearing that there was still a chance, quickly straightened up and looked at Chief Ramos, asking.

"I can help you look through our forbidden texts again, sir," Chief Ramosya hesitated for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and speaking seriously.

"Forbidden texts?" Qin Feng was somewhat puzzled and asked.

"Yes, the Forbidden Tome. This Forbidden Tome is a book cursed by the gods. But it records all true events, and also some strange things that happened in various parts of the Scattered Continent over the past ten thousand years. Do you remember what I told you last time? Our Winged People's population has decreased from several million ten thousand years ago to tens of thousands now, almost entirely due to this Forbidden Tome. Because the curse the gods placed on us is: extinction! So each generation of Winged People has fewer and fewer offspring, and the survival rate has become lower and lower. In addition, the older generation of Winged People are gradually dying, and our population is getting smaller and smaller. Until now... So, I have to take a gamble. The reason I didn't tell you last time is because..." Chief Ramosia's expression turned serious as he looked at Qin Feng. But Qin Feng interrupted him.

"Then, Chief, please tell me your true decision. After all, if you've been fooled for a long time, and then he tells you that he fooled you, you'll have the urge to kill him." A strong killing intent flashed in Qin Feng's eyes as he narrowed his eyes and stared at Chief Ramosia calmly.

"No, no, no! Your Highness, our Winged People have absolutely no intention of making a fool of you! Please let me explain! Your Highness!" Seeing that Qin Feng might turn hostile on the spot, the Winged People Chief Ramosya hurriedly waved his hands and explained.

Qin Feng didn't respond. He simply kept his eyes narrowed as he looked at Chief Ramosya, a few fingers seemingly pointing unintentionally at Ramosya's throat, waiting for Ramosya's explanation.

"Um... Your Highness, as the chief of our Winged People, I bear the mission of revitalizing our race. For any possibility, we must carefully investigate and scrutinize, because we cannot afford to lose! Our Winged People now number only a little over 20,000, and in the last hundred years, not even a single Winged Person has been born! We desperately hope that a capable person can help us

solve this predicament, but we cannot easily trust anyone, so..." Chief Ramosya organized his thoughts and explained to Qin Feng.

"So, what does this have to do with me? And what does it have to do with the question I asked today?" Qin Feng sneered.

"Of course it's related, and very related at that," Ramosya, the winged human chieftain, said solemnly.

"Heh...is that so?"

"Of course! Your Highness Qin Feng, the agreement we reached was that you would help us resolve our clan's crisis, right?" Ramosya asked, a cunning glint in his eyes.

Qin Feng nodded; indeed, that was what he had said when negotiating with Didie.

"Very well, Your Highness. The biggest crisis facing our winged human clan right now is the rapid decline in population. According to the agreement, you have a responsibility to help us solve this problem," Ramosya continued.

"Hmm," Qin Feng nodded in reply.

"Then, Your Highness, as the chieftain of the winged human clan, I will now tell you that the reason our winged human clan's population is declining so drastically is because of this forbidden book... because of the curse on this forbidden book. Please tell me, what do you think we should do?" Ramosya continued to ask.

“I’ll help you break this curse,” Qin Feng answered without hesitation.

“Of course, you have another way. If you can get those female winged people in our winged race pregnant, then we don’t need to break this ancestral curse.” Ramosya’s lips curled into a knowing, ambiguous smile.

“Tell me, how do I break this curse?” Qin Feng couldn’t stand it. Just thinking about how these female winged people were all hundreds of years old, yet still had the faces of young girls, a sense of absurdity welled up inside him.

“It’s simple… Godslaying!” Ramosya’s expression turned serious as he uttered those words.

Qin Feng looked at Ramosya in surprise, finding his current serious expression completely different from his previous lewd demeanor.

“Godslaying?” Qin Feng murmured the word with amusement, looking at Ramosya.

“Yes… Godslaying. Only by killing these gods who placed the ancestral curse can we be liberated. Only then can we break free from the shadow of this curse.” Ramosya said in a deep voice.

"What does this have to do with the question I asked you, Heaven?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Because something similar to what you described happened in the forbidden book." Ramosya retorted firmly.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I wouldn't dare, Your Highness. In fact, you yourself have already embarked on a path of opposing the gods. I think it won't be long before these gods come looking for you." Ramosya's words were startling.

"Oh? Is that so?" Qin Feng looked at Ramosya noncommittally and asked in return,

"It's been over a year. Surely Your Highness hasn't forgotten so quickly?"

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"Oh? Does the patriarch perhaps know some inside information?" A cold glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes as he asked with a smile.

"Do you really think the Holy See can so easily control the war between two countries? It's all being directed from above." The winged race patriarch Ramosya pointed upwards and smiled mysteriously.

"The gods you speak of?" Qin Feng asked calmly, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"A genius with full magical talent, tsk tsk, that's a constitution only the legendary creator gods possessed. Do you think those arrogant gods could tolerate a human surpassing them in the future?" The winged human chieftain Ramosya looked at Qin Feng with a mocking smile.

"So, they've been trying to capture me, intending to use secret techniques to transform me into a mindless killing machine to serve them." Qin Feng blinked slightly, speaking slowly, without a trace of anger, as if he knew everything.

"You know everything?" Upon seeing Qin Feng's confident expression, Ramosya's mockery instantly turned to surprise.

"Heh heh... I know what I should know, and I also know what I shouldn't know." Qin Feng glanced at Ramosya indifferently and spoke slowly.

"So, Your Highness, what have you been doing all this time for the past year?"

"In your eyes, have I been idle for the past year, doing nothing but trivial things?" Qin Feng smiled and asked.

"Your Highness..."

"Alright, Chieftain, let's get back to our question today. Did this phenomenon occur ten thousand years ago?" Qin Feng gave Ramosia a profound smile and casually changed the subject.

"Then please, Your Highness, grant this old man's request and relieve my Winged People's ten-thousand-year suffering!" The Winged People's Chieftain Ramosia suddenly knelt before Qin Feng, pleading in a weary voice.

"I've granted what I should have, and even what I shouldn't have. Are you satisfied, Chieftain?" Qin Feng, accepting Ramosia's kneeling, replied calmly.

In other words, Qin Feng would henceforth embark on a path opposite to that of the gods!

How can one defy the heavens?

Only through slaughter!

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Ramosya bowed deeply to Qin Feng, then stood up and stood respectfully before him.

"Chieftain, please examine those illnesses from ten thousand years ago. A similar illness has now appeared in the Mayan Wasteland." Qin Feng's face showed no joy or sorrow as he calmly gave the order.

"Yes." Chieftain Ramosya led Qin Feng through the inner hall to a heavily guarded, dilapidated hut, unlocking over a dozen rusty padlocks. Pushing open the extremely worn wooden door, a pungent odor immediately wafted out, making one feel nauseous.

After a while, once the strange smell dissipated, Ramosya gestured for Qin Feng to enter the small room.

Qin Feng followed Ramosya inside. Before him lay a dazzling array of books, even some rare and ancient editions. But these weren't the main point. The main point was that this small room was merely an entrance. Ramosya, with a reverent expression, gently moved a bookshelf aside, revealing a two-meter-wide opening.

Without hesitation, Ramosya turned and nodded to Qin Feng before stepping into the opening. Qin Feng followed without hesitation. The tunnel wound its way through the ground, clearly underground. Fortunately, the ventilation and lighting were excellent, and there was no feeling of stuffiness. After

walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Qin Feng suddenly felt a bright light before him—a magnificent, golden palace!

The entire palace was ten zhang tall, its walls covered with enormous murals. Rows of bookshelves lined the center of the palace. The books on the shelves were all made of gold!

"Your Highness, this is our forbidden book!" The Winged Human Chieftain, Ramosia, said proudly, looking at Qin Feng's surprised expression.

"This is your forbidden book?" Qin Feng flashed to the nearest bookshelf, gently picking up a golden book. It felt slightly heavy, probably weighing forty kilograms.

"Yes, Your Highness, this is our Winged Human's forbidden book," Ramosia repeated, his face even more proud.

"Truly incredible, no wonder they can preserve historical records from over ten thousand years ago." Qin Feng opened the golden book, its pages engraved with hieroglyphs he couldn't recognize.

"Your Highness, let me now check the medical records you mentioned." Ramosia said, walking towards the golden bookshelf, picking up a golden book, his eyes quickly scanning the engraved characters on the pages.

Qin Feng, unable to read the winged people's script, didn't intervene. Instead, he walked to the four walls of the palace and carefully examined the murals.

The first mural depicted a tall, robed man gazing forlornly at the earth. His high forehead, deep-set eyes, prominent nose, and tightly pursed lips were vividly portrayed, capturing the loneliness in his eyes.

The second mural showed various small animals and some people, all appearing very simple and honest, their relationships with the animals harmonious. The entire earth seemed peaceful and happy. The man in the first mural smiled as he watched the scene unfold beneath the white clouds. The

third mural showed the sky suddenly darkening, a massive crack appearing in the heavens, and various disasters striking the earth: tsunamis, floods, earthquakes, fires, and more. All life on earth suffered greatly, and countless humans died. The man in the first mural looked on with sorrow at the carnage.

The fourth mural... From the rift emerged all sorts of strange creatures: giants with bald heads, towering dozens of feet tall; monsters with animal heads and human bodies; and angels, pure white with bird-like wings and exuding a holy aura. These suddenly appearing humans, monsters, and angels all wore expressions of terror.

In the fifth image, the man from the first image appeared before this group of creatures, seemingly speaking to them. Among the bald giants, a towering figure over twenty feet tall, carrying a huge, dark longbow on his back, a monster with a tiger's head, and an angel with sixteen wings seemed to be conversing with the man, who appeared extremely agitated.

In the sixth image, the man clashed with the creatures that emerged from the rift. The giant with the longbow drew his dark bow and shot at the man, killing him instantly. Then, these three types of creatures from opposing factions began a chaotic battle in the sky.

Immense energy filled the planet, the earth cracked, mountains collapsed, the sea screamed in agony, sea levels surged, and towering waves, like man-eating monsters, crashed towards the land. Creatures on the continent desperately fled to higher ground. (

Seventh scene) The three factions, locked in aerial combat, fought for an unknown duration. When no living creature remained on the land, and the seas were littered with the corpses of various creatures, they finally ceased their battle. The leaders of the three factions gathered to discuss something.

(Eighth scene) The three factions divided the continent into three regions: the bald faction in the north, the monster faction in the west, and the angel faction in the south-central region. Creatures reappeared on the continent, and humans re-emerged. The three factions imparted their skills to their human subjects, and some members of the factions mated with human women, giving birth to a new generation. The entire continent once again flourished.

The ninth mural depicts the human population under the three factions' jurisdictions exploding and expanding. Small skirmishes began, gradually escalating into war. The war lasted an unknown duration, with the creatures emerging from the cracks secretly strategizing for their respective sides. Eventually, they even stepped into the limelight, fighting in the heavens. Golden blood slid down from the sky, along with severed limbs and crimson entrails. Those humans called "gods," immortal and eternal, ultimately could not escape their fate.

The murals from the tenth onwards, however, seemed to have been forcibly erased, leaving only an uneven wall telling the story of the past.

Just as Qin Feng was lost in thought, staring at the empty wall where the murals had been forcibly erased, a joyful voice interrupted his thoughts—

"Your Highness! I've found it! Your Highness!" Ramosya exclaimed excitedly.

Qin Feng glanced at the wall devoid of murals, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. In a flash, he was beside Ramosya, the winged human chieftain who was excitedly shouting.

"Where?" Qin Feng asked calmly.

"Your Highness, I've found the illness you described! The afflicted person's skin turns green, their eyes become dull and lifeless, and they display extreme pain. They also frequently ramble incoherently. During a final burst of lucidity, the afflicted person's eyes turn green, their muscles contort violently, and they attempt to kill those around them." Ramosya held a golden book and read aloud from its contents.

"Yes. Is there any other information?" Qin Feng nodded; the symptoms matched those he had observed.

"The case recorded in the book occurred in the bear tribe of the beastmen in the western part of the continent," Ramosya said, looking up after reading the information in the golden book.

"Beastmen? Bear tribe?"

Chapter 176

The sky above the God Realm was a deep indigo, dotted with twinkling stars. A cool night breeze gently caressed the lush trees in the Valley of the Mad Warriors, and autumn insects sang their mournful songs of life.

Qin Feng held Aini in his arms, sitting on a branch of a tall tree. He looked up at the stars, letting Aini nuzzle his cheek with her delicate face like a clingy kitten.

"Little girl," Qin Feng called softly, tightening his embrace around the beauty in his arms.

"Hmm, young master... what's wrong?" Aini obediently stopped their intimate actions, looking at Qin Feng with her large, blind eyes, and asked softly.

Qin Feng felt a pang of pain in his heart. He gently smoothed Aini's wind-blown hair and asked softly, "Has your beastmen ever had a case like the one that happened this morning?"

"A case like this morning... I don't recall any," Aini tilted her head, thought carefully, and finally shook her head with a frown.

"Oh." Qin Feng pinched Aini's little nose.

"But... Grandpa might find out." Aini, with her nose still pinched, made a face at Qin Feng and continued.

"The Great Prophet Dandong knows?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Yes, that's right. As the Great Prophet of this generation, Grandfather is responsible for preserving the documents and records of our beast race throughout history. Moreover, the title of Great Prophet is the title of the wisest among our beast race, meaning the most learned and intelligent person in our race." Aini forcefully pushed away the hateful hand that was pinching her nose, almost making her breathless. She said breathlessly.

"It seems I have to go and meet with the Great Prophet Dandong. If this matter isn't resolved soon, the entire Thorn Road cannot be guaranteed to be open, and those merchant groups that have paid protection money will lose faith in us because we cannot provide them with security guarantees." Qin Feng gently stroked Aini's long hair.

"Hmm. Although I am a woman, I don't understand the important matters of you men, but I do know the meaning of the words 'integrity' and 'reputation.' So, young master, when do you plan to set off to see Grandfather?" Aini looked up and asked Qin Feng. Her large, blind eyes clearly showed longing.

A young girl in the prime of her life. For the sake of her beloved, she first lost her most beautiful eyes, spending every moment in darkness. Then she left her grandfather, with whom she had depended for life since childhood, and wandered aimlessly! Now, hearing the news that she could reunite with her grandfather, her stunningly beautiful face overflowed with anticipation.

Qin Feng looked at the face before him, which was arguably the most beautiful he had ever seen, his heart filled with guilt. However, he deliberately teased Aini, saying,

"You really want to go back that much? You don't even want to be with me anymore, do you? In that case, I'll have someone send you back tomorrow."

"Young master, I didn't... I didn't... You know... I..." Sure enough, upon hearing Qin Feng's words, Aini's face instantly turned pale, and she choked out.

"Hehe, you silly girl! You don't even realize I'm teasing you. Silly girl!" Qin Feng smiled and licked away the tears welling up in Aini's eyes, explaining, but a deep sense of guilt lingered in his eyes.

"Young Master, please don't joke like that with Aini anymore, okay? Aini only wants to stay in your arms for the rest of her life, she doesn't want to go anywhere else." After a while, Aini, her emotions stabilized, sat up straight and looked at Qin Feng seriously.

"Okay, okay. From now on, wherever you go, take my little girl with you. Even when you're taking a bath or using the restroom, take her with you!" Qin Feng picked Aini up and said with a smile, then looked mischievously at Aini's beautiful face.

"Mmm~~~" Aini made a barely audible sound. She snuggled into Qin Feng's arms, refusing to leave no matter how Qin Feng called her.

"Little girl, tomorrow I'll take you home!" Qin Feng whispered in Aini's ear.

"Mmm, Young Master is so good." Aini murmured against Qin Feng's chest.

The night was silent. The wind was still. The stars shone brightly, a beauty as lovely as jade, soft jade in his arms. Qin Feng remained silent, intoxicated by the faint, feminine fragrance emanating from Aini…

The next day, Qin Feng delegated his tasks, and the various races accelerated city construction. The Netherworld Guards patrolled the region, and berserker squads took turns maintaining order at the new city construction sites. As for the Berserker Mercenary Group

, the Goblin Merchant Guild, the Heavenly Punishment Assassin Group, and other organizations, they continued with their respective duties.

Qin Feng himself, carrying the little lion Aini, rode on Wangcai's back, traversing the Mayan Wasteland towards Behemoth, the capital of the Orc Kingdom. …The

original

royal palace of the Great Qin. In the present-day Qin Empire's imperial palace, His Majesty the King of Qin, perhaps more accurately called His Majesty the Emperor of Qin, stood atop the highest tower, the Tower Reaching the Sky, his face expressionless as he watched the fading light of dusk, a deep worry hidden in his eyes.

As the Emperor of the fourth empire on the continent, he was arguably the only monarch in Qin's nearly thousand-year history to have achieved such a monumental feat of territorial expansion. In the blink of an eye, he had transformed the weakened Qin from a kingdom into an empire—a dream cherished since the founding of the Qin dynasty—into reality. Truly a great ruler of a chaotic era!

"It's been over a year, and he's carved out his own path. But his brilliance has been too conspicuous, offending too many powerful forces—the Papacy, the four golden families, and so on. He's waded too deep into these waters; he's still not mature enough. After all, it's only been a year, and what he's accomplished is already quite remarkable. But…sigh…" The Emperor of Qin frowned, watching the last rays of light disappear below the horizon.

The Qin Dynasty's Heavenly Tower stood out starkly against the fading night sky, its faint sigh echoing in the desolate chill.

The Divine Realm, as its name suggests, is the abode of gods, inhabited by those described by the Church—the angels of the world. Like human society, the infinitely beautiful Divine Realm, as depicted by the Church, also has its own hierarchy. The wings on the backs of the gods are the defining feature of their social standing.

Generally, ordinary gods possess two wings; these two-winged angels are the vast majority, followed by four-winged angels. And so on. The highest ruler of the entire Divine Realm—the God-King—is said to possess sixteen golden wings; his power is unimaginable.

However, the God-King seems uninterested in power; he rarely appears in person, and even when he does, his presence is merely a whisper. The daily affairs of the Divine Realm are coordinated and resolved by his twelve fourteen-winged archangels.

The God-King's Palace is the symbol of his authority. Located in the very center of the Central Domain of the Divine Realm, the entire palace was constructed using a unique metal and stone found only in the Divine Realm. It was not only magnificent and imposing but also possessed an imperial aura.

Beside the Divine King's Palace stood a smaller palace. Although it paled in comparison to the Divine King's Palace in both grandeur and materials, it still ranked second only to the Divine King's Palace in the entire Divine Realm. This was the Council Hall, where the twelve archangels under the Divine King—the twelve main gods of the papacy—handled daily affairs.

Inside the Council Hall, a massive oval table was surrounded by twelve angels, each over six meters tall. The men were handsome and dashing, the women beautiful and graceful, and each possessed fourteen wings

. They were discussing something. "Monica, how is the situation in the lower realm?" A burly male angel, nearly eight meters tall and clad in gleaming golden armor, addressed a beautiful, curvaceous angel seated below him. A female angel, her face radiating a holy light, asked, a glint of greed in her eyes.

"God of War, everything is currently under our control. Monroe, who went down there, has already hidden herself in the Holy See. The other target is currently active in the Mayan wasteland of the lower realm. All sides are prepared. However, this completely forces him to the opposite side, leaving no chance for negotiation. What do you think…?" The fourteen-winged angel named Monica frowned.

"No, no, no! He's just a human, a tiny human. And what are we? We are gods, the supreme gods who rule over all. How can we, gods, submit to a mere human? Monica, my goddess of wisdom, how could you conceive such a naive idea? To actually dare to dream of negotiating with a rebel against the gods? Hahaha, how laughable!" The fourteen-winged angel known as the God of War threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the entire hall.

After a while, he stopped, his eyes sweeping over the remaining eleven angels of the supreme god level. He said sinisterly, "God forgives those who obey! God is cruel to those who rebel! Since that guy wants to oppose our God, then... destroy him!"

"But, according to our intelligence, he can single-handedly destroy an elder-level dragon plus three adult dragons. Such combat power would at least rank among the top eight-winged angels in our divine realm, right? So, would it be... too much to just send Monroe down?" Another charming female angel with a flirtatious look in her eyes gave the God of War a seductive wink and said in a sweet voice.

"Hmph. We only sent Monroe openly, and I believe he received the message. But I also secretly sent Kasa. So what if this kid reaches the level of an eight-winged angel? Facing a ten-winged chief god servant with an absolute advantage in strength, he's no different from an ant!" The God of War's eyes flashed with a cold light as he spoke in a sinister voice. Silence

fell over the hall as the twelve chief gods each pondered their own thoughts. The divine realm... seems to be in turmoil too!

Chapter 177 A Kiss

Crossing the desolate yet fertile Mayan wasteland, and traversing the beautiful flower-covered plains, Qin Feng embraced Aini, leaning against the back of Wangcai, which flew forward like a streak of light. He didn't speak, just nestled close, enjoying the warm sunshine and refreshing breeze. The little lion cub, Xiao Guai, nestled in Aini's arms, squinted its eyes, enjoying the caresses of Aini's boneless little hands, like

a .

"Uncle Feng, Sister Nini, Little Darling is hungry!" The little lion, nestled in Aini's arms, suddenly opened its big, bright black eyes, full of mischief and playfulness, and said to Qin Feng in a childish voice. After speaking, it even stuck out its bright red little tongue and licked Aini's little hand that was stroking it.

"Little Darling, you've eaten more than ten pieces of dragon meat today! My stock is running low. Why don't you go catch a giant dragon yourself?" Qin Feng chuckled inwardly and deliberately made things difficult for the little lion.

"Ah... Little Darling is so hungry! Sister Nini, Little Darling is so hungry! Little Darling is still in the growth and development stage! Look, Uncle Feng isn't feeding Little Darling enough... I'm going to tell Daddy! I'll say you didn't take good care of Little Darling..." Upon hearing this, the little lion rolled into Aini's arms, wriggling around. While crying to Aini, her large, dark eyes peered at Qin Feng through the gaps in the pink claws that had once pierced the dragon's scales.

"Young Master..." Hearing the little lion's lament, Aini opened her beautiful, blind eyes and looked at Qin Feng's face, hesitant to speak. Her slightly furrowed brows gave her a unique, delicate beauty.

"Little girl, you're so soft-hearted. You'll spoil our son rotten!"

Qin Feng pinched Aini's delicate nose, his tone slightly reproachful.

"Young Master... I'm sorry... I... it's just that Xiao Guai is still young... it..." A hint of panic flashed across Aini's beautiful face. She wanted to explain but didn't know where to begin.

"Silly girl, Xiao Guai is Xiao Bai's son. I treat him like my own son. How could I be stingy with this dragon meat? It's just that the energy contained within this dragon meat is extraordinary." " He can't digest so much every day. It's not only a waste, but it could also affect his future growth. So you can't eat too much at once, understand?" Qin Feng kissed Aini's forehead, saying with a mix of exasperation

and amusement .

"Wow, Mommy, your son isn't even full yet! Daddy, my poor little one is so pitiful now, nobody loves him anymore~~~~~ My poor little one!" Upon hearing Qin Feng's words, the little lion immediately used his trump card, wailing loudly, covering his eyes with his paws and twisting violently against Aini.

"Little one, it's not that Uncle Feng won't let you eat, it's just that your body can't handle it. Eating too much is bad for your future, sweetie. Don't cry, come here, let me hug you." A maternal glow flashed across Aini's face as she reached out and hugged the little lion, comforting him.

"Sister Nini!" the little lion pounded his head against Aini's full breasts, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Qin Feng, who sat silently to the side.

A flicker of jealousy crossed Qin Feng's eyes. This kid dared to act so brazenly in Aini's...that area? Even more intense than his own jealousy was Qin Feng's. He grabbed the little lion, who was still cuddling against Aini's chest, and pulled away his paws covering his eyes. Revealing the little lion's large, bright black eyes, not a single tear!

"Tsk tsk, oh. Our little young master can cry without tears, huh? Tsk tsk... truly impressive. This must be the highest level of crying—shedding all tears, crying without tears, right?" "

Qin Feng looked at the little lion, who was caught off guard and didn't know what to do, with a mix of mockery and amusement.

"Hehe, Uncle Feng truly lives up to his reputation as the best in the world, insightful, wise, and handsome. My admiration for you is like a surging river, endless and unstoppable..." The little lion's dark eyes darted around, and he made a bowing gesture towards Qin Feng, smiling ingratiatingly.

"Hehe~~~~~" Sitting next to Qin Feng, Aini let out a silvery laugh, like a blooming lily. Her two small dimples seemed to exude an alluring fragrance, making Qin Feng momentarily forget everything. He stared intently at Aini's radiant face, his gaze, almost tangible and intense, fixed on her smile.

Perhaps Qin Feng's gaze truly carried some inexplicable power. Aini, who was happily laughing, suddenly stopped smiling. A faint blush rose on her beautiful face, and she lowered her cute little head.

Qin Feng suddenly felt a surge of lust rising from his lower abdomen. He actually had a certain impulse. This little girl is getting more and more tempting. Should he find a time to pluck this ripe fruit? Well, let the readers decide. The more votes, the sooner and the more enjoyable it will be! Qin Feng looked at Aini's alluring appearance and couldn't help but feel his appetite whetted, thinking mischievously.

Qin Feng gently pinched the little girl's soft chin and kissed her tempting red lips heavily!

"Oh my god, another R-rated thing is happening. They're treating my little darling like air. Sigh, what a miserable life. I'm going to go play with Uncle Wangcai." The little lion, squeezed between Qin Feng and Aini, was struggling to breathe. He finally managed to squeeze out from between them and muttered, shaking his head.

Aini felt something soft, slightly sticky, like an eel, with a hint of domineering, a hint of persistence, and a hint of tenderness, emerge from her lips. It forcefully pried open her clenched teeth, suddenly plunging into her mouth, sucking her saliva as if trying to devour her entire soul.

Aini slumped weakly against Qin Feng, feeling her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest. All her strength seemed to be slowly being stripped away from her body as that eel-like thing moved left and right within her cavity.

That "eel," both repulsive and delightful, seemed to possess a strange magic. Her mouth was like its battlefield, sometimes sweeping across, sometimes charging forward, sometimes maneuvering, sometimes darting around. Its advances and retreats were orderly, earth-shattering, like an invincible general commanding thousands of troops without the slightest fear.

Just when she had mustered the courage to resist, it suddenly retreated. She pressed her advantage, but he suddenly launched a counterattack, catching her off guard. She was surrounded, then suddenly released, and then charged again. His movements, sometimes left, sometimes right, made her involuntarily follow his rhythm. She quickly forgot everything, moving gracefully with his steps

.

Aini was immersed in an indescribable world, as if she had flown, so high, so high that nothing in the world could obstruct her view. She felt so light, as if a gentle breeze could carry her away…

She didn't know how much time had passed when Aini returned to reality from that indescribable state, opening her eyes that had been unable to see anything. Her delicate brows held a captivating charm. Her slightly swollen red lips were slightly parted, her lilac-like tongue licking seductively.

“Young Master~~~~~”

“Hmm.”

“Young Master~~~~~”

“Hmm.”

Wangcai on her back. Qin Feng held Aini, who was currently exhausted, tightly in his arms, gently stroking her beautiful face with his cheek, listening to Aini's unconscious murmurs. He responded.

Aini, her face beaming with happiness, wrapped her arms around Qin Feng's neck, murmuring his name as she let him do his intimate things.

"So cheesy, Uncle Wangcai, let's get closer, I'm getting goosebumps." The little lion, a little distance away from Qin Feng, whispered in Wangcai's ear as he hugged Wangcai's neck.

Suddenly, a huge suction force came from behind him.

"Ahhhhh!" The little lion only had time to scream before he was sucked in. Then his cute little tail landed in someone's hand, and he was lifted upside down.

"Oh no! My mommy too~~~~ Sister Aini, Uncle the killer is going crazy! Help me! Oh no! Uncle Wangcai, come help me! We're on the same side! Oh no! Dad, when are you going to wake up? Uncle Feng is going to skin me alive!" The little lion, held upside down in the air, bared his teeth and roared in frustration.

Unfortunately, Aini was currently nestled in Qin Feng's arms, her face beaming with happiness, and she didn't hear the little lion's cries for help at all. Wangcai, meanwhile, shrank back, tucked its tail between its legs, and sped off into the distance to seek revenge on Boss Feng. Ugh. Wasn't this just courting death?

Seeing that one of its three reinforcements hadn't heard, one was pretending not to hear, and the other was unsure whether they had heard at all... The little lion immediately changed its attitude, fawningly pleading with Qin Feng,

"Uncle Feng, cough cough... you're so magnanimous, aren't you? You're my elder, how can you mistreat a minor like me like this? Please put me down, okay? I'll listen to you from now on, okay~~~~"

Qin Feng smiled, looking the little lion up and down, both amused and annoyed, and said, "There won't be a next time, hmph, next time I'll make sure you turn into a hairless, sick cat, believe it or not?"

"Believe it! Believe it! Believe it! I'll never dare to do it again, Uncle Feng, please put me down! This is really affecting my physical development, look, all the blood in my body is flowing backwards~~~~" The little lion nodded its cute little head like a chicken pecking at rice.

Qin Feng smiled slightly, then forcefully tossed the little lion into the air, sending it flying in a beautiful arc into the distance. In mid-air, the little lion roared, spread its wings, and landed steadily with a "plop~~~ plop." It flicked its tail and chased after Qin Feng and the others.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the west. At the same time, Wangcai stopped running, sticking out its blood-red tongue, its pair of eerie green eyes also looking west.

Chapter 178 Peach Blossom Spirit

"What's wrong, young master?" Feeling that the embrace she was leaning on seemed to have turned sour, she opened her eyes, which had been half-closed in enjoyment of the tenderness, and asked.

"Nothing, little girl, it's nothing, it'll be fine in a moment. Close your eyes, be good." Qin Feng lowered his head and whispered affectionately in Aini's ear.

"Okay, young master." Aini obediently closed her eyes, but moved closer to Qin Feng, using her body to shield Qin Feng's chest and abdomen, holding him peacefully, pressing her ear against Qin Feng's left chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

A trace of emotion flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, and when he looked up... The gentleness on his face was gone, his eyes fixed on the west, a faint killing intent emanating from him.

The little lion landed from the air, perched on Qin Feng's left shoulder, its usually bright eyes now unusually serious as it looked in the direction Qin Feng was staring at.

To the west of where Qin Feng and the others stood, a bluish-green gas slowly spread out, obscuring the sky and earth. Wherever it passed, all flowers and plants withered, and all insects died. As if it had discovered Qin Feng and the others, the bluish-green gas surged towards them in a terrifying display.

"Demonic energy?" Wangcai suddenly exclaimed.

Qin Feng carefully examined it and indeed it was very similar to the situation when Wangcai had just run out of the Holy Mountain, with an evil aura carrying a hint of bewitching power, only far weaker in terms of intensity than Wangcai's.

"Well, Wangcai, can you sense what kind of demon race it is?" Qin Feng asked Wangcai calmly.

"Boss Feng, this monster's level is too low. It's probably just a newly formed spirit. Should I go check it out?" Wangcai replied with a disdainful tone.

"Let's be careful. Let's go together," Qin Feng shook his head.

"Awooo~~~~" Wangcai roared to the sky, its overwhelming aura spreading out, carrying Qin Feng and the others like an arrow as it charged towards the demonic aura. The demonic aura seemed to have sensed Wangcai's power. A shriek came from the gas, and then it turned and fled in the opposite direction.

"Catch him," Qin Feng said, landing on the ground and instructing Wangcai.

"Awooo~~~" Upon receiving Qin Feng's order, Wangcai accelerated again, charging towards the fleeing gas. Like a flash of silver lightning, it instantly covered dozens of feet, and each subsequent leap covered several feet more, closing the distance to the demonic aura in the blink of an eye.

Taifeng, holding Aini, stared at the direction Wangcai was attacking, his brain working at lightning speed. The Hou Yi primordial spirit he encountered when he first obtained the God-Slaying Technique, then Xiao Bai trapped in the Tiger Soul, then the berserkers connected to his bloodline and their incomplete cultivation of the Chaotic Demon Body Technique, then Wangcai in the Holy Mountain, then the murals he saw in the Winged Human Forbidden Scripture, and now this demonic aura he encountered!

Everything kept flashing through Qin Feng's mind, as if they were all hinting at something. Tai Feng seemed to have grasped something, yet it was all blurry.

Combining those murals with his own personal experiences, the Berserker Clan must have been the race protected by the Witch Clan who fell into this world, while the Beast Clan must have been the race protected and propagated by the Demon Clan. Humans were the race educated by the angels. But what happened after that? The murals that were forcibly erased, the Witch Clan whom even the Berserker Clan didn't know about, the Demon Clan that occasionally appeared, and the God Clan,

described by the Church as so benevolent and majestic, which was actually the Angel Clan. What exactly happened in between? What exactly happened on the continent after the Second War of Gods and Demons? Beneath this series of appearances, what is the real thing?

Qin Feng frowned, countless questions swirling in his mind, as if everything was being manipulated by an unseen, nameless hand. Everything seemed like a chess piece, and time and space were his chessboard. Everyone, including himself, all races, were playing out their will on this chessboard!

A murderous glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. This person, this person who was treating him like a fool, would definitely pay a heavy price!

Wangcai, having caught up with the demonic aura, released the wild and ruthless aura of his Earth Wolf, causing the demonic aura to cower and hesitate, unable to advance or retreat, squeaking in frustration.

Wangcai then displayed the imposing presence of his Earth Wolf, rebuking the demonic aura in a language Qin Feng couldn't understand. The demonic aura responded timidly, seemingly defending itself, yet also pleading, and finally turning into a pleas.

After a while, Wangcai strolled over from afar, like a victorious general, accompanied by his demonic aura.

"Brother Feng, you haven't failed in your mission! This is also one of our demons, but just a peach blossom spirit who has just reached the transformation stage." Wangcai glared at the demonic aura and explained to Qin Feng.

"A peach blossom spirit in the transformation stage?" Qin Feng asked incredulously

. Wangcai gave the demonic aura a signal. After a series of squeaks, the aura suddenly gathered together, then solidified into a human shape. The shape became clearer and clearer, finally becoming a woman of about sixteen years old, with a beautiful face and figure, indistinguishable from an ordinary human woman. The only difference was a hint of blue between her eyebrows, a blue that only

a master like Wangcai could detect.

"This humble woman, Tao Tao, greets Master," the peach blossom spirit in human form bowed gracefully to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng glanced at Wangcai with an inquiring look, only to see Wangcai nod its wolf head in agreement.

"Get up, where did you come from?" Qin Feng asked casually.

"Master, I escaped from the Abyss of Despair," the peach blossom spirit replied, giving Qin Feng a flirtatious wink.

But Qin Feng, as if he hadn't heard, continued, "Where is the Abyss of Despair?"

"Ah..." The peach blossom spirit feigned fright, patting her chest and giving Qin Feng a look that said,

"Master, the Abyss of Despair is in the northernmost part of the continent. It's the legendary final battlefield of the Third War between Gods and Demons. It's shrouded in a deathly aura year-round, filled with lonely ghosts and powerful undead creatures. It's terrifying! Once, I almost died at the hands of a ten-thousand-year-old corpse king." The peach blossom spirit put on a pitiful expression.

"The Abyss of Despair, the northernmost part of the continent, the legendary final battlefield of the Third War between Gods and Demons, the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse King..." This string of words seemed inexplicably connected. For a fleeting moment, Qin Feng seemed to vaguely grasp something, yet upon closer inspection, they appeared independent of each other.

Seeing Qin Feng seemingly deep in thought, no one dared to disturb him. Even Aini obediently clung to Qin Feng's neck, nestled in his arms, her large, blind eyes blinking as she gazed at him. She seemed to know that Qin Feng was contemplating something important.

Peach Blossom Girl, however, stood still, her gaze boldly sweeping over Qin Feng from head to toe—his hair, his face, his figure. The more she scrutinized him, the brighter her eyes became, her mouth involuntarily smacking. A burning lust blazed in her eyes; she wished she could devour Qin Feng whole

. He was only relying on this Great Earth Wolf; surely a human's abilities couldn't be that great. And what about that little lion? "As long as I can get those two away, then I can really enjoy this man's taste." Peach Blossom pondered to herself, swallowing hard. Unbeknownst to her, everything she did was observed by Wangcai, who patiently waited for Qin Feng to think. "

Another fool who doesn't know his own death. I was going to save your life out of consideration for our shared demon race. But since you're courting death, then die! Daring to plot against the boss, isn't that like the God of Longevity hanging himself?"

After a while, Qin Feng's eyes cleared. Although his earlier thoughts hadn't yielded any results, an intuition told him that the Abyss of Despair seemed to hold the secrets of the entire continent, making it well worth a trip. However, for now, he should first ask the Great Prophet what caused this illness and whether there was a way to restore Aini's sight.

After considering everything, Qin Feng decisively climbed onto Wangcai's back and said to Peach Blossom, "You transform into demonic energy and follow behind. Wangcai, let's go!"

"Awooo~~~~" Wangcai let out a long howl. Like a taut spring suddenly released, she darted forward with lightning speed.

Stunned by Qin Feng's words, Peach Blossom Girl only realized after Wangcai's roar that the damned human had actually made her, a woman of unparalleled beauty, follow behind? "Damn it, I'll definitely find a chance to drain you dry!" A venomous glint flashed across Peach Blossom Girl's face. She then transformed into a raging azure demonic aura, chasing after Wangcai, who had already vanished without a trace.

"Young Master, where are we now?" Aini, nestled in Qin Feng's arms, reached out and stroked his cheek, asking.

"This is the Flower Plain. After passing the Flower Plain, another thirty miles and we'll be almost at your Behemoth City, little girl!"

Qin Feng said affectionately, gently nibbling Aini's earlobe.

"Mmm~~~ Young Master, we'll see Grandpa soon. This little girl missed Grandpa so much. I've been sneaking out for months. I wonder if Grandpa will be angry with me."

Aini paused and continued, "But I don't regret it, because I'll finally see you, Young Master. For you, everything is worth it."

A hint of pity flashed in Qin Feng's eyes as he gently smoothed Aini's hair, which was slightly disheveled by the breeze. He said softly, "Soon, we'll see the Great Prophet soon. The Great Prophet definitely won't be angry with you. Because I'm by your side. If he dares to be angry with my darling, hmph..."

"Young Master... he's my grandpa..." Aini held Qin Feng's right hand and said coquettishly.

"What's the reward?

" "I... um..."

"Pop~~~~"

"Oh, here we go again. You're really a menace to this new generation of well-behaved young people." "Thoughts of a certain cute little white animal.

Chapter 179 Behemoth City

. Behemoth City, the capital of the Beastman Kingdom, is located south of the Flower Plains, on the banks of the continent's second largest river. It is the political, economic, and administrative center of the entire Beastman Kingdom.

At dawn, facing the sunrise, a huge silver wolf darted across the avenue at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye

. Looking at the magnificent city in the distance, the towering and sturdy city walls built of massive stones, and the city gates that required dozens of adult beasts to pull open simultaneously, an ancient, desolate, and solemn aura rushed towards them.

"Little girl, we've arrived in Behemoth City." Qin Feng gently pinched the small nose of the still-sleeping Aini in his arms and called softly.

"Ah? ...Young Master, we've arrived in Behemoth City? So fast. Ye Xinghen and I traveled for more than three months to find you. How come we've arrived in only half a month?" Aini wrinkled her little nose that Qin Feng had pinched and asked.

"Hehe, silly girl." " Don't you think about it? Wangcai is on par with a divine beast. While Ta Xue

has excellent bloodlines, it's still just an ordinary horse. Its speed and stamina are several levels below Wangcai's." Qin Feng kissed Aini's forehead affectionately.

Receiving Qin Feng's praise, Wangcai let out a long howl, radiating confidence and pride.

The peach blossom spirit, who had been struggling to keep up with Wangcai, finally appeared before them after a few cups of tea's time. However, she was panting heavily; whether from sweat or dew, her thin, illusory robe was soaked, outlining her alluring curves. Her face was flushed, and her large, soft breasts rose and fell with her breath, exceptionally tempting. A faint, alluring fragrance emanated from her. Her small, open mouth blew air, seemingly unintentionally, towards Qin Feng, her alluring peach blossom eyes glancing at him with a watery gaze.

However, Qin Feng seemed oblivious to her seductive charm, simply holding Aini and whispering to her. He completely ignored the peach blossom woman, and the sensual fragrance emanating from her mouth seemed blocked by something when it reached about three feet in front of Qin Feng, unable to penetrate completely before gradually dissipating.

A cold glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. He turned around and put Aini down.

"Come on, take me to your house. I'm going to visit my wife's grandfather," Qin Feng said affectionately, patting Aini's pert buttocks a few times.

"Ooh~~~~" Aini felt a surge of heat spread from her buttocks throughout her body, her cheeks instantly turning pink. She lost her balance and leaned weakly into Qin Feng's arms.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Upon seeing Aini collapse into his arms, Qin Feng was startled and quickly pulled her into a tight embrace, asking her with concern. His warm breath brushed against Aini's sensitive earlobe.

Aini felt a heat that seemed to burn her blood emanating from her earlobe, instantly making her blood boil and her skin flush red. "

You rascal! It's all your fault! You've made me so weak. How can I face anyone now?" A hint of shyness flashed across Aini's face, but more than that, a feeling of happiness washed over her.

"Young master, I...I'm fine. Hold me, I'll show you the way," Aini whispered shyly in Qin Feng's ear.

Qin Feng turned his head to carefully examine Aini, confirming she wasn't lying. He picked her up and nodded, feigning fierceness, "Alright, if I find out you're lying to me...hmph~~~~"

"This humble servant wouldn't dare..." Aini stuck out her little tongue. The playful

Great Prophet Dandong, as one of the two giants of the orc kingdom on par with King Stru of Behemoth, although his mansion couldn't compare to the palace of a human nation like Mehes, should still be more luxurious and magnificent than those of ordinary orc nobles! However, when Qin Feng, guided by Aini, arrived at a simple courtyard, and just as Qin Feng thought he had gone the wrong way and was about to turn around and look again, the little girl in his arms cheered and jumped down from his arms. She expertly ran into the main gate, which could only accommodate three people side by side. This familiarity wasn't something that had happened overnight. "It can be learned in a month or two."

Only then did Qin Feng confirm that the person living in this simple courtyard was indeed Dan Dong, the great prophet and spiritual mentor of the orc race.

"Grandpa~~~~ Grandpa~~~~ I'm back! Grandpa~~~" Aini's joyful voice rang out from the courtyard. Qin Feng's lips curled slightly, and the little lion on his shoulder, along with Wangcai and Peach Blossom Girl behind him, went inside.

He saw Aini run out of the inner room, her face filled with disappointment. Clearly, the great prophet Dan Dong wasn't home.

"What's wrong, Aini? Don't worry. The great prophet Dan Dong isn't here right now, but he might come back soon." Seeing Aini's anxious expression, Qin Feng tenderly hugged her and comforted her.

"Yes, I'll listen to you, young master." Despite her anxiety, Aini, nestled in Qin Feng's arms, nodded obediently.

Qin Feng carried Aini into the inner room. With a sweep of his divine sense, all the furnishings in the room were clearly reflected in his mind. The furniture was spotless, clearly cleaned regularly.

"Little girl, do you usually live with Grandpa?" Qin Feng asked, looking down.

"Yes, it's just Grandpa and me. What's wrong, young master?" Aini nodded, her brows furrowed.

"The furniture here is all very clean, obviously cleaned regularly. You've been gone for over three months, and hardly anyone comes, so..." Qin Feng carefully explained to the beauty in his arms.

"So what, young master?"

"So you don't need to worry, little one. The Great Prophet might be out on business, he'll be back soon. You just need to wait for him to return peacefully." Qin Feng gently pinched Aini's pert little nose.

"Mmm~~~~" Hearing Qin Feng's explanation, Aini finally calmed down, her arms tightly wrapped around Qin Feng's waist, as tight as possible, as if afraid he would disappear at any moment.

Qin Feng smiled slightly, pressed Aini's ear against his left chest, and gently stroked her long hair. He didn't speak, just quietly stayed with her.

A hint of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the Peach Blossom Woman standing outside the door. The resentment deep within her eyes grew even colder.

Qin Feng, seemingly aware of this, didn't move, but a chilling killing intent shot straight at the Peach Blossom Woman.

"Ah~~~~~~~" As if witnessing something utterly terrifying, the Peach Blossom Woman abruptly took several steps back, staring at Qin Feng in horror. She seemed unable to believe that this human could unleash such a terrifying killing intent!

Qin Feng didn't even look at her, stroking Aini's soft back and saying, "Little girl, your grandfather is back. And your Emperor too."

"Ah? Really? Grandpa's back?" Aini trembled upon hearing this. She sat up from Qin Feng's arms, her face filled with joy.

"Hmph. You miss your grandpa that much, huh? What about me, young master?" Qin Feng chuckled, pinching Aini's nose and asking with a wicked grin.

"Ah, young master, have mercy! This little girl knows she was wrong, please be merciful. From now on, I'll definitely put you first..." Aini pouted, putting on a pitiful look as she begged Qin Feng for forgiveness.

That coquettishness, that charm, that purity, that alluring smile, that infatuation hidden in her brows, that deep affection in her blind eyes—all of it stirred a surge of love within Qin Feng, though it couldn't compare to his feelings for "her" far away in the capital.

"Who's bullying my little granddaughter? This old man won't let them get away with it!" A cheerful, clear voice came from outside the door, followed by a slightly tired figure appearing in the courtyard.

Beside him stood a giant over four meters tall, covered in long golden fur, yet exuding an imposing aura. Every gesture he made emanated a divine presence—it was none other than the Emperor of the entire Beastman Kingdom, Behemoth King Strubemon!

"Grandpa~~~~~" Ignoring the pain of Qin Feng pinching her nose, Aini forcefully turned her head and called out towards the door. Then she turned back, looking timidly at Qin Feng with a pleading expression.

"Silly girl." Qin Feng immediately released Aini's grip, scooped her into his arms, and walked outside.

"Great Prophet, Your Majesty the Beast King." Qin Feng didn't put Aini down. He nodded to Dandong Dazhi and His Majesty Stru.

Dandong Dazhi's eyes flashed with admiration as he carefully examined Qin Feng. Stru, the Beast King, was clearly provoked by Qin Feng's stubborn expression. An aura, like a test or a contest, emanated from his tall frame, directly confronting Qin Feng, who stood before the inner room door. Qin

Feng was unfazed. A confident smile appeared on his face, and an aura of unparalleled dominance emanated from his body, which was more than half the height of the Beast King. He met the Beast King's approaching aura head-on and slammed into it.

It was as if two elemental walls of energy had collided violently. The entire courtyard seemed to be swept away by a hurricane, and everything inside was... The wind blew everything erratically, even tearing off the roof of the inner room due to the immense force. The flowers and plants in

the courtyard were uprooted. The Great Prophet Dandong, Wangcai, and Peach Blossom Girl watched the battle with unwavering composure. Wangcai, already a divine beast, far surpassed the human definition of a god. This low-level energy collision couldn't cause it much harm. Peach Blossom Girl, a demon in her transformation stage, possessed skills equivalent to a four-winged angel and was naturally unafraid of this energy collision equivalent to a two-winged angel. However, it was somewhat strange that the Great Prophet Dandong, a wise man without any martial arts skills, could stand here so easily.

"Boom!" Qin Feng and Behemoth King simultaneously unleashed their auras, the scattered energy completely destroying the Great Prophet Dandong's small house, leveling it to the ground.

"My house!" The Great Prophet Dandong's slightly distorted voice rang out amidst the dust.

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