Chapter 1528: Conditions
Not only was that Martial Emperor tempted, but the other three experts were also stirred. An Emperor's ancient scripture—greed flickered in their pupils. An Emperor's scripture held an irresistible allure.
"Fine, I agree!" That Martial Emperor agreed readily. He planned to test Lin Feng, not believing that Lin Feng would truly teach him an Emperor's scripture so easily. If Lin Feng did grant it, he would still kill Lin Feng to silence him.
"Shouldn't you first show some sincerity?" Lin Feng's indifferent gaze swept over the other three. Their expressions changed drastically, and killing intent burst forth, descending upon Lin Feng. This guy wanted them to kill each other, and the temptation of an Emperor's scripture was enough to make that Martial Emperor turn on them. How ruthless!
"What do you mean by this?" The Martial Emperor skilled in lightning power had faint arcs of lightning flickering around him, as if he were unusually enraged.
"How do I know you won't kill me to silence me after getting the Emperor's scripture? Now, only if you use your lightning power to kill them and betray your current faction will I dare to trust you initially and teach you the Emperor's scripture." Lin Feng's voice was cold and calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"To obtain an Emperor's scripture, one must pay a price!"
"This man is clever. Given the conditions he's set, even if I kill those three, he'll still be wary of me. How could he possibly teach me the Emperor's scripture?" That man stared at Lin Feng, his mind racing. He didn't act to kill anyone but said directly, "Even if I kill them, wouldn't you still fear that I'd kill you to silence me?"
"So, I'll only teach you half of the Emperor's scripture first. Then you'll follow us, not only posing no threat but also serving as protection. Once my master recovers some of his injuries, I'll teach you the other half. That way, I'll be absolutely safe, right?" A faint smile appeared in Lin Feng's pitch-black eyes. The other man's expression froze. This guy wanted him to betray his own faction and instead protect him!
Rolling lightning crackled around Lin Feng, blasting the yellow sand apart.
"Hand over the Emperor's scripture, and I'll let you two go. Otherwise, die now!" That man held arcs of lightning in his hands, and terrifying killing intent descended upon Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's demonic eyes calmly gazed at him, completely ignoring the lightning power. He said indifferently, "My time is running out. Act within three breaths. Besides teaching you the Emperor's scripture, I'll also teach you the Great Dream Ancient Scripture."
"You're asking for death!" The man shouted coldly. A brilliant bolt of lightning shot from his palm, and a crackling sound rang out. A head exploded—but it wasn't Lin Feng's. He stood there motionless.
"No..." Seeing a companion die, the other two frantically retreated. But since that Martial Emperor had already made his move, he showed no mercy. Overwhelming force pressed down on the two, and endless lightning bolts struck down from the sky. Their faces turned pale; there was no escape. The power of lightning law was always fierce and swift, impossible to evade.
Looking up, under their despairing gazes, countless lightning bolts engulfed their bodies. Against a Martial Emperor, the combat power of a Venerable Lord seemed insignificant.
That Martial Emperor slowly turned around, his icy eyes fixed on Lin Feng. "Is this enough?"
"If you don't go mad, how can you achieve great things? This place isn't safe. Take us away now!" Lin Feng said with a faint smile, causing lightning to shoot from the Martial Emperor's eyes. He said coldly, "Half of the Emperor's scripture!"
"You betrayed your faction for an Emperor's scripture. If you're discovered, we'll all die. Why rush? Can we two escape?" Lin Feng shouted, making the Martial Emperor's expression ugly. He had been led by the nose the whole time, but it was all because of his greed for the Emperor's scripture—his own choice. So he accepted it.
"This desert is vast. There are some demon beast clans and castle tribes. Once we reach the nearest castle tribe, if you don't hand over half of the ancient scripture, I'll kill you both without mercy!" The Martial Emperor snorted coldly, his killing intent evident. He wouldn't let Lin Feng do whatever he pleased forever.
"Don't worry!" Lin Feng nodded, then nodded slightly to Yu Emperor. Yu Emperor had been sitting cross-legged in the void, silent, watching Lin Feng handle everything well. He felt quite gratified, but having such a figure around was always a threat—dangerous for them.
"We're both injured and moving slowly. Take us forward!" Lin Feng said to the lightning-attribute Martial Emperor. This time, the man didn't refuse Lin Feng. He readily took Lin Feng and Yu Emperor forward, staring at their figures. Killing intent flickered in his heart. Once he obtained the complete ancient scripture, he would kill them both—especially Lin Feng, who had dared to lead him around!
The three figures moved forward quickly. As that Martial Emperor had said, the desert was vast—so vast that even at a Martial Emperor's speed, they flew for a long time without seeing any human figures, only endless yellow sand.
Lin Feng looked back at the distant desert. The Martial Emperor who had been sent to intercept him was now helping him escape, taking him farther from danger. But he didn't know what situation the others were facing. Would the senior brother be safe? And the fellow disciples of the Heavenly Terrace—would they encounter those lying in ambush along the way? If they did, what would they do?
Now, all Lin Feng could do for them seemed to be praying. With strong blessings in his heart, he hoped everyone would be safe!
Lin Feng turned his gaze back. The yellow sand stung his face, but he seemed not to feel it. A look of unwavering determination appeared in his eyes. The past was past. He had to live well, grow strong, and experience the grandeur of the Great World. As for those factions that had targeted them, he would keep them in his heart.
"Lin Feng, surviving in the Small World was so difficult. We struggled to get out. You must press forward without hesitation and let nothing block your path." At this moment, Yu Emperor opened his eyes. Seeing the clear lines on Lin Feng's face, that handsome countenance bore a weariness beyond his years.
"Don't worry, Master. I will!" Lin Feng smiled at Yu Emperor, his fists clenched tightly. He knew full well how hard it had been to escape the Small World unscathed this time.
"That's good. I believe that with your talent, one day you'll make the Great World tremble because of you!" Seeing Lin Feng's expression, Yu Emperor felt quite comforted.
"Master, you too. Your injuries will heal!" Lin Feng sensed a hint of decline in Yu Emperor's expression and tone. He didn't want his master to be disheartened by his injuries. He believed everything would get better.
"Hmm!" Yu Emperor nodded noncommittally. Meanwhile, the lightning-attribute Martial Emperor beside them had a cold glint in his eyes. Get better? These two were far too optimistic about the future!
Lin Feng finally saw a cluster of tribal castles. These tribal ancient castles, standing in the endless desert, were built from extremely hard yellow earth. From the distant void, one could clearly see that a tribal ancient castle was like a small city similar to Yangzhou City. But the environment here seemed harsh, situated in the desert. The entire tribal ancient castle looked very old, as if it had weathered long ages. However, this desert was the entrance connecting the Great World and the Small World. Perhaps this was a very remote place in the Holy City Central Continent.
"Where is this place in the entire Great World?" Lin Feng asked the lightning-attribute Martial Emperor beside him.
"A remote area. This desert exists for the Small Worlds, connecting the Great World and many Small Worlds!" That Martial Emperor was annoyed by Lin Feng's tone but still gave a vague answer.
"So, not only is the Small World I'm from placed here, but there are other Small Worlds as well?" Lin Feng caught a hint of meaning from his words and asked.
"Yes. We've reached the tribal castle. Now, it's time for you to fulfill your promise!" The Martial Emperor said impatiently. His body descended, and a wave of powerful aura descended upon Lin Feng, as if to warn him that if he didn't hand over half of the Emperor's scripture, he would really kill him.
"Move forward a bit more. This is the outermost castle. If your companions come searching, it's still not safe." Lin Feng looked at him. But seeing the man snort coldly, he continued, "We'll land at the outskirts of the ninth castle. I'll transmit half of the Emperor's scripture to you through divine thought, and then we'll continue forward!"