Chapter 118: Underestimation

Qin Feiyang had encountered many formidable warriors at the War Emperor realm before. Generally speaking, even a prodigy in martial arts would require five to six years, sometimes even ten to twenty years, to advance just one minor level. Yet Zuo An managed to ascend two minor levels in only eight years. This clearly demonstrated the tremendous power of the Blood Killing Pill.

At the same time, Feng Linger was also the woman Lin Chen most longed for. Faced with such dual temptations, could Lin Chen resist? And if he couldn’t, should he save Feng Linger?

Lin Chen’s heart was torn in turmoil.

Just as Qin Feiyang had predicted, the double allure stirred his heart deeply.

Feng Linger furrowed her brows and said coldly, “Lin Chen, don’t forget that you are from the Lin family of Yan City, and more importantly, a core disciple of the Dan King Hall. Don’t lose your mind for fleeting pleasure and betray your own dignity!”

Lin Chen’s body trembled.

Zuo An chimed in, “Lin Chen, you must understand, only by agreeing to become my disciple can you survive.”

Lin Chen fell into inner conflict once more.

“At worst, a death. Twenty years later, I’ll rise again as a hero. What’s there to fear?” Feng Linger shouted fiercely.

“No…”

“I’m still young…”

“I haven’t lived enough…”

“I don’t want to die…”

Lin Chen shook his head repeatedly, panic overwhelming him, his faith beginning to waver.

“I don’t want to die either, but one must have backbone!” Feng Linger declared.

“Don’t forget, not only will those who concoct the Blood Killing Pill be annihilated along with their entire clan, but those who consume it will also be scorned and hunted by the entire world!”

“Wake up! Don’t keep deluding yourself!” she yelled desperately.

“Lin Chen, don’t worry. With my current strength, I can dominate Yan County. Who would dare to harm you? I promise you, when I reach the Nine-Star War Emperor, that will be the day you make your name!” Zuo An dangled this bait once more.

Unable to control himself any longer, Lin Chen knelt down respectfully. “Disciple Lin Chen pays respects to master!”

“You’re such a spineless wretch!” Feng Linger exploded.

“If I weren’t such a wretch, would I be shamelessly clinging to you all day?”

“And you? Have you ever been moved even slightly?”

“Calling me whenever you please, dismissing me at will—what do you take me for?”

“A dog?”

“Even a dog has its pride!”

Lin Chen roared, his usual smile vanishing, his features twisted with rage.

Feng Linger sneered, “So this is your true face.”

“You’re right. I am a hypocrite,” Lin Chen said coldly, turning to Zuo An with a hint of madness. “Master, I want to possess her now, to humiliate her. Please grant me this favor.”

“Haha…” Zuo An laughed heartily. “I didn’t expect your true nature to be just like mine. I like it. Very well, I shall grant your wish!”

He lunged toward Feng Linger.

“Don’t even think about it!” Feng Linger shouted angrily, drawing a dagger and slashing toward her neck.

“Suicide right before me? Impossible!” Zuo An snorted coldly, instantly appearing before her. With a flick of his aged hand, he swatted the dagger from her grasp.

Feng Linger bit her tongue, trying to end her life, but Zuo An was swifter.

One palm struck the back of her head, causing her to lose consciousness and collapse onto a bed of white bones.

Lin Chen hurriedly bent over, removing Feng Linger’s mask, revealing a breathtaking beauty. Her full red lips stirred his heart deeply.

Zuo An scanned the surroundings.

His actions weren’t out of any great regard for Lin Chen, but rather because he wanted to cultivate him into a sharp blade in his hand.

Having the enemy’s descendants serve him, and even having such a talent, was immensely satisfying to his twisted mind.

There was also another key reason.

He suspected Qin Feiyang was lurking nearby.

Moreover, he had noticed the complicated relationship between Qin Feiyang and Feng Linger.

He intended to use this method to lure Qin Feiyang out.

“Master, um…” Lin Chen looked at Zuo An hesitantly. “Could you please stay out of sight for now?”

He added, “By the way, Master, there are six others outside. You can capture them and use them to threaten Jiang Haotian.”

“Others?” Zuo An frowned. “Are you familiar with that little bastard?”

Lin Chen sneered, “There’s someone named Ling Yunfei and a fat man who are quite close to him.”

“Good!” Zuo An was overjoyed.

He thought that since the little bastard hadn’t appeared yet, perhaps he had escaped using some treasure.

With this thought, he said to Lin Chen, “I won’t disturb you any longer. Have fun!”

With that, he soared upward, accompanied by thick black smoke.

“An Eight-Star War Emperor…”

“Now that I have such a powerful backing, who am I to fear?”

“You filthy bitch, didn’t expect to fall into my hands today, huh?”

“Heh heh, now I’ll strip you naked and enjoy the view.”

Lin Chen smiled wickedly, hands reaching toward Feng Linger’s belt.

But just then, Qin Feiyang suddenly appeared from thin air, wielding the Azure Snow blade, lunging fiercely at Lin Chen!

“Huh?”

Lin Chen looked up, face turning pale, quickly dodging.

“You little bastard, you’re asking for death!”

Lin Chen sneered and struck a palm at Qin Feiyang’s head.

At the critical moment, Qin Feiyang grabbed Feng Linger’s clothes, and with a thought, the two vanished in an instant.

“Where are they?”

Lin Chen stood stunned, face contorted with rage, roaring, “Jiang Haotian, have the guts to come out and fight me openly! Whoever wins, Feng Linger belongs to them! Dare you?”

Inside the ancient castle, the Netherworld Demon Flame hovered midair, black flames flickering eerily.

But the thick black smoke had ceased.

Qin Feiyang gently laid Feng Linger on the ground.

Although this woman sometimes infuriated him, he had accepted a mission to protect her. To abandon her now would weigh heavily on his conscience.

As for Lin Chen’s provocation, he ignored it outright.

A woman was not a prize to be won.

True love was not about possession, but about seeing her happiness.

To decide everything by a fight was the utmost disrespect to a woman.

No matter what others thought, Qin Feiyang would never treat a woman as a wager.

The Wolf King paced around Feng Linger, appraising her earnestly.

“This tender skin…”

“This lovely face…”

“This fiery figure…”

“Truly a rare beauty.”

“No wonder she always wears a mask.”

“Such a figure and looks, who wouldn’t be tempted?”

“Little Qin, are you feeling a little stirred?”

“Listen to Wolf Brother—better to act on your feelings.”

“The perfect chance is right here. Strip her naked, a hundred times over, wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

The Wolf King stopped, looking at Qin Feiyang slyly, egging him on.

Qin Feiyang twitched his face in disgust. “Who taught you that?”

“Wolf Brother is naturally gifted and clever. Who needs anyone to teach him?”

The Wolf King gave him a disdainful look.

“Enough nonsense. Let’s focus on how to escape. We can’t stay trapped here forever. And Ling Yunfei and the others—if they get caught by Zuo An, it’ll be even worse.”

Qin Feiyang looked worried.

The Wolf King’s expression darkened. At this critical moment, he ceased joking and growled lowly at the Black Wolf.

After a brief exchange, the Black Wolf responded with low growls.

The Wolf King said gravely, “Black Wolf says the strongest beast within hundreds of miles is that Hunting Hawk. Looks like asking for help is impossible.”

“Help?” Qin Feiyang smiled bitterly, shaking his head. “Forget it. Zuo An is an Eight-Star War Emperor. Except for Yuan Bo, no one else can challenge him. We don’t even know where Yuan Bo is. For now, the only option is to wake her and see if she knows a way out.”

“But if we wake her, won’t she know where this place is?”

“More importantly, if she sees me, she might guess your true identity,” the Wolf King said worriedly.

“Let her know if she does!” Qin Feiyang sighed helplessly, grasping Feng Linger’s jade hand, pinching between her thumb and forefinger.

“Hmmm?”

Feng Linger murmured softly, slowly opening her eyes.

“You scoundrel, I’m going to kill you!” Suddenly, she shouted fiercely and kicked Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang never expected this.

Thud!

Unfortunately, the kick sent him flying backward, crashing into the stone wall. Stars danced before his eyes, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

“Crazy woman, what are you doing?” The Wolf King rushed to Feng Linger, baring his fangs, eyes gleaming fiercely.

“Huh?” Feng Linger was stunned, quickly glancing around with suspicion.

Two wolves?

Qin Feiyang?

A secret chamber?

Where was this?

Qin Feiyang climbed to his feet, wiping blood from his lips, speaking gravely, “Good deeds often go unrewarded. I should never have saved you.”

“You saved me?” Feng Linger was stunned again, quickly standing and rubbing her aching head, lost in thought.

Qin Feiyang said, “Stop thinking. We’re still inside Eagle Claw Peak, and Lin Chen has already betrayed all of us. Ling Yunfei and the others have probably been captured by Zuo An.”

“That damned bastard! I’ll skin him alive!” Feng Linger fumed, then anxiously asked, “Did he—touch me?”

“You only just thought to ask?” Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the scatterbrained woman. “Don’t worry. He didn’t even lay a finger on you.”

“That’s a relief. Otherwise, I’d be disgusted for life.”

Feng Linger breathed a sigh of relief.

“Do you have the confidence to take him out instantly?” Qin Feiyang asked.

Feng Linger shook her head, her expression serious. “Though his character is despicable, his talent is among the best in Yan City.”

Qin Feiyang impatiently interrupted, “Enough, just tell me his cultivation level.”

Feng Linger replied, “The same as me, a Second-Star Martial Sect Master.”

Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow, unhesitatingly drawing the Azure Snow blade. “Take this. It will double your strength!”

Feng Linger refused to take it, instead looking at him with disdain.

Any clear-eyed person could see this was merely an ornamental dagger. Doubling strength? What a daydream.