Chapter 1085: Desolate Stones
At this moment, a void warship streaked across the sky above the Wasteland Sea, moving at incredible speed and instantly drawing the attention of many. The crowds on the warships heading toward the Wasteland Sea all stared at that swift Void Ship.
"That's my Void Ship!" On the warship, Yang Ziye's expression darkened.
Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Potian and Yang Zilan's gazes froze, their sharp eyes locking onto the Void Ship as they spat out a cold, chilling voice: "Lin Feng!"
"Lin Feng? That's Lin Feng?" The people on the warship all looked toward the Void Ship. In the nearby Northern Wasteland, Lin Feng's reputation had grown immensely. He had ascended the Nine Heavens, driven away the Yang siblings and Xuanyuan Potian, and become the top Heavenly Martial disciple under the Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor, quickly making many aware of this previously unknown young man.
It wasn't just on the warship; even on Nine Dragons Island, there were no shortage of experts from the Northern Wasteland. When they saw the Void Ship, many thoughts raced through their minds. There weren't many forces capable of building such a Void Ship, and among them, the Yang Clan was the most prominent. They had Void Ships—could this be members of the Yang Clan arriving?
If it were the older generation, that might be one thing, but if it were the younger generation... heh heh, many eyes flickered with greed. Nine Dragons Island was a chaotic place, where killing for treasure was nothing new. After the deed, one could just cross the Wasteland Sea and leave—who would know who did it?
Lin Feng's perception was now incredibly sharp. He saw both the cold shouts of Xuanyuan Potian and the blatant gazes of the crowd on Nine Dragons Island. He couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Sure enough, riding this Void Ship was asking for trouble. With Xuanyuan Potian and Yang Ziye around, changing his identity was now impossible. Fortunately, his injuries had healed during this time.
With a flash of light, the Void Ship vanished, and Lin Feng directly stepped onto Nine Dragons Island, upright and unafraid. Since he had already been recognized, there was no point in deliberately hiding.
"So young, and he dares to float above the Wasteland Sea, completely unafraid of its aura." The crowd saw Lin Feng retract his Void Ship while still above the Wasteland Sea and stride forward, feeling somewhat surprised. If they had seen him walk out of the Wasteland Sea, they would probably have captured him for study. The power of desolation—who dared to ignore it? A Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator would surely die if invaded by it.
"Lin Feng!" A sinister voice rang out, and the crowd saw Xuanyuan Potian leaping toward Lin Feng, charging straight at him. He wanted Lin Feng's life, even if Lin Feng was the top Heavenly Martial disciple.
Everything Lin Feng and Yuan Fei had done to him was enough to make him hate Lin Feng to the core.
"Die!" Xuanyuan Potian roared in the void, like a great roc spreading its wings as he flew over. Before he even arrived, his fist punched through the air toward Lin Feng. That terrifying fist was like a primordial beast, causing the void to rumble as it blasted through.
"Can you kill me?" Lin Feng's expression was cold. Without a word, he didn't retreat but instead advanced. A dazzling radiance suddenly burst forth like divine light. A brilliant, boundless sword light gathered the power of the stars, slashing down from the sky. The terrifying fist force was severed, and the sword light still pressed down from the void, furiously striking at Xuanyuan Potian.
"A Sacred Artifact!" The crowd's expressions froze. This guy had so many treasures, and he even had a Sacred Artifact in hand.
Xuanyuan Potian threw several consecutive punches before the sword light was extinguished, but then the Celestial Fate Sword seemed to contain the secrets of fate, drawing on the power of the stars. Countless sword lights howled and raged wildly, and the terrifying momentum of heaven and earth seemed to merge into the sword.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to One—Kill!"
Another sword strike was unleashed. Xuanyuan Potian's body retreated wildly. The fist intent he hurled into the sky seemed to form a canopy of light, but it still shattered under the sword. However, his body dodged far away, and the ground exploded, leaving a terrifying crack.
"To kill me, do you have the qualifications? A descendant of a Martial Emperor, what right do you have to be arrogant? Do you really think you're a Martial Emperor?" Lin Feng held the Sacred Artifact, the Celestial Fate Sword, and looked down on Xuanyuan Potian with contempt.
Xuanyuan Potian's face was ugly. He said coldly, "If you didn't have a Sacred Artifact in hand, I would have already slain you!"
"If? Ridiculous. In the battle of the Heavenly Terrace disciples, I already killed you once at the same cultivation level. If our cultivation levels were equal, I could kill you again." Lin Feng swept a cold glance at Xuanyuan Potian, then looked at the approaching Yang Zilan siblings. A glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, but seeing the Venerable behind them, Lin Feng knew this wasn't the time to kill them.
"You're still not dead?" Yang Ziye blurted out, seeming surprised to see Lin Feng alive.
Lin Feng flashed her a brilliant smile, but it carried a hint of eeriness: "The Yang Clan's younger generation has always been weak in combat. Now that you've lost your Void Ship, you'd better have your elders protect you well when you go out in the future. Especially you, Yang Ziye—you're beautiful and have a special bloodline. Walking too much at night can easily lead to trouble!"
The Yang siblings' expressions stiffened. A threat—a blatant, naked threat. A Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator dared to threaten a disciple of the Yang Clan, right in front of everyone.
Seeing many people casting strange glances their way, Yang Ziye's expression turned even colder. She naturally understood Lin Feng's implication. First, he was mocking the incompetence of the Yang Clan's younger generation, who needed protection when going out. Second, he was targeting her, practically saying outright that she should be careful of men doing improper things to her.
"Hearing that this guy is called Lin Feng, the first batch of Martial Emperor's disciples recruited by the Heavenly Terrace, and the top Heavenly Martial disciple, he's quite arrogant." The crowd watched this scene with interest. Lin Feng had guts—he completely ignored the Yang Clan's existence.
But in such a public setting, the Yang Clan had some concerns about the Heavenly Terrace and didn't dare to kill Lin Feng as boldly as Xuanyuan Potian. As for doing it in secret, that was another matter... Little did they know that the Yang Clan had already made a move on Lin Feng in secret. What concerns did Lin Feng have left? It was all the same either way.
At this moment, the woman in the tight black outfit also arrived not far away to observe. The figure behind her whispered, "Princess, this is Lin Feng, the top Heavenly Martial disciple of the Heavenly Terrace. I once encountered him in the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the Wu River. He is not afraid of the aura of desolation, and I suspect he obtained something in the Dragon Palace."
The woman's face was still hazy, but just her figure alone was enough to drive people crazy. Many noticed her, and their eyes instantly grew hot. What an alluring body—truly captivating.
The woman called the princess nodded slightly, then flickered and vanished in an instant, leaving many unsatisfied, their gazes still reluctant to leave.
Lin Feng coldly glanced at Xuanyuan Potian and the Yang siblings, then flicked his sleeves and left, his gaze full of provocation, making that group's expressions extremely ugly. To be so contemptuously dismissed by a Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator—especially for Xuanyuan Potian, who had always believed himself invincible at the same level, with Venerables treating him politely and those below him only groveling—now he had encountered an anomaly, someone who held his head high before him, majestic and unyielding, ignoring him entirely.
"Brother Xuanyuan, if we're lucky on this trip and get a Sacred Artifact, with your strength, you can easily kill him!" Yang Zilan seemed to see Xuanyuan Potian's ugly expression and flattered him.
"He will definitely die by my hand, definitely!" Xuanyuan Potian's eyes were full of killing intent.
"Don't worry, we've brought enough Essence Crystals this time. As long as we gamble on a Desolate Stone, we'll make a profit!" Yang Zilan's expression was cold as he stared at Lin Feng's retreating back.
Ignoring Xuanyuan Potian and the others, Lin Feng headed straight for the central area of Nine Dragons Island, but he didn't change his appearance. He still needed to find the man who had given him the Eight Dragon Token that day and ask about Youyou and the others. Otherwise, relying on his own strength, he would never find them.
As Lin Feng moved through Nine Dragons Island, he truly experienced its prosperity. How could this be just an island in the Wasteland Sea? The vast territory of Nine Dragons Island was even more densely populated than Sky Realm City, with countless experts, as if a great convergence was taking place. He vaguely heard that something exciting was about to happen on Nine Dragons Island, related to the stones of the Wasteland Sea!
The endless abyss of the Wasteland Sea hid countless treasures. Some treasures would cause the surrounding soil to nurture Desolate Stones that wrapped around them, just like when Yuan Fei had struck the Desolate Cave in the Trial Ground to find treasures within the Desolate Stones.
Nine Dragons Island would enslave some servants to dig for Desolate Stones!