# Chapter 1865: Death
Lin Feng's figure flickered as he looked out over the vast, open plain. He stepped through the void, descending toward the ground below, his silhouette landing downward.
On this plain, aside from that grand palace, the surrounding area consisted only of small towns and villages. Clearly, that palace must have been an important place in the region—yet it had been erased with a single thought by Wang Zhuo, as if confirming the saying: when various powers go to war over territorial control, the ones who suffer are always the innocent original inhabitants.
"Woof woof..." A barking sound came. Lin Feng landed on the ground and looked toward a simple house. A yellow dog was barking at him—this was the most ordinary of beasts, not even a demonic beast. Seeing Lin Feng descend from the sky, it seemed quite sensitive.
"Who's here?" A voice came from within the house. Lin Feng saw a man in his fifties walk out. His somewhat cloudy eyes glanced at Lin Feng, and he smiled: "Little Yellow always barks at strangers. Young man, don't mind him. I can tell you've traveled a long way—come inside and sit for a while."
"I'll sit outside." Lin Feng pointed to a chair in front of the house, smiling as he spoke. He then sat down directly and said to the man: "Uncle, there's a palace not far ahead. What place is that?"
"Several hundred li is still not far?" The man looked a bit aged as he walked out, pulled up a chair, and sat beside Lin Feng. "We're all country folk out here. Our strength is relatively weak, unlike those martial cultivators in the cities. Take me, for example—I've lived over a hundred years, yet I'm only at the Spirit Martial Realm. I've never been able to break through to the Mysterious Martial Realm. I'm afraid my days are numbered."
"You're still hale and hearty, old sir." Lin Feng smiled. The Spirit Martial Realm and Mysterious Martial Realm the other party mentioned should refer to the Spirit Martial Realm and Mysterious Martial Realm. The man's cultivation was indeed still at the very elementary Spirit Martial Realm. For ordinary people, when they reach middle age with very low cultivation, and without external resources, their lives remain that way forever.
"Young people know how to comfort others. I've lived over a hundred years—if my time is up, so be it. I only hope that my son, who entered the Profound Nether Sect, can amount to something. Ah, right—that palace you asked about is the Profound Nether Sect. Within a thousand li radius, the Profound Nether Sect is the strongest. They have a Venerable One sitting in charge, comparable to those big shots in the cities."
"That boy of mine is just over twenty years old. He's already reached the peak of the Mysterious Martial Realm. In the future, he'll surely become a powerful Venerable One too." A kind and gentle smile appeared on the man's face, causing the wrinkles on his face to seem to writhe.
But upon hearing these words, Lin Feng's heart sank. He felt an indescribable discomfort.
"Young man, your cultivation should be quite impressive too, I imagine. Probably no worse than my son's." The man seemed especially happy talking about his son.
Lin Feng's heart was heavy. He lowered his voice and asked: "Uncle, besides your son, do you have any other children?"
"I have a daughter too. She's behind you." The man patted the little yellow dog's head, and the dog ran off, pouncing toward the area behind Lin Feng. There, a girl of about eighteen with braided hair stood, looking exceptionally innocent and lovely. Sunlight shone on her face, adding a touch of radiance. Seeing Lin Feng, the girl revealed a smile, with two dimples on her cheeks.
"Your daughter is very beautiful." Lin Feng turned back and said to the man. He didn't see the blush that appeared on the girl's face behind him.
"Haha, the girl isn't ambitious. She doesn't have her brother's talent for cultivation. I'll find a suitable person and marry her off." The man said with a laugh, calm and simple.
"Perhaps her talent just hasn't been discovered yet." Lin Feng revealed a smile. He glanced at the bluestone-paved street beside him. At this moment, the small town's streets were starting to get lively, with people coming and going. Occasionally, someone would pass by and ask the man: "Is this your son?"
"No, this is a young man passing through. My son is cultivating at the Profound Nether Sect." The man always answered with this kind of smile, and passersby would show envious expressions. The Profound Nether Sect—the number one great sect in the surrounding area.
Lin Feng settled down in the small town, living right across from the man, in a house he had also built. The town was peaceful and quiet every day. One day, the man discovered that Lin Feng had a beautiful woman by his side—noble and stunning. This always made him smile at Lin Feng and say: "You must be a young master from a big family in the city, passing through here."
Ordinary as they were, they had not yet received news of the Profound Nether Sect. Lin Feng couldn't bear to speak of it.
The lazy evening sun shone warmly on them. On the bluestone street, there were few pedestrians. Under the locust tree, Liu Fei's soft body rested against Lin Feng, a peaceful smile on her lips: "If only we could live like this forever."
Lin Feng reached out and brushed Liu Fei's cheek. Ever since Liu Canglan had met with misfortune, this girl seemed to have lost her original interest in martial arts. She had become very calm, yearning for an ordinary life.
"Sister Feifei, how many years have you and Brother Lin Feng known each other?" Across the way, the girl rested her chin on her hands, watching the loving couple under the locust tree, as if she too yearned for this kind of love that was still hazy and unclear to her.
"Many years." Liu Fei smiled faintly.
"How many years is many years?"
"Fifteen or sixteen years, I suppose."
"Sister Feifei must be lying. Then you and Brother Lin Feng must have known each other since you were very young." The girl blinked innocently. Liu Fei looked like she was only twenty-one or twenty-two—beautiful, radiant, and captivating.
"How do you know that Sister Feifei is only a few years older than you?" The man walked out from the room across the way, smiling as he rubbed the girl's head. The girl made a funny face.
At that moment, the man turned his gaze to the side. He saw two ordinary-looking young men walking toward them, which made him frown. But he didn't say anything. Still, he felt something was wrong in his heart. Ever since Lin Feng had appeared, quite a few strangers had been showing up in the town. He didn't know if it was related to Lin Feng, but regardless, he didn't want to suspect Lin Feng of having any ulterior motives. Lin Feng's smile was very clean.
Lin Feng looked at the two men. They appeared ordinary, but their cultivation levels surprised him—they were at the Mid-rank Emperor realm.
"It seems people from the other four major powers have arrived. I wonder which faction they belong to." Lin Feng murmured to himself. He had of course noticed that people had been appearing in the town over the past few days, likely here for the experts of Song Emperor City.
"Uncle, is there a place to stay around here? The inn in town is full." The two men came before the uncle and asked politely.
"The house across the way is already taken. If you need a room, you'll have to stay in my place. I have two small rooms available." The uncle said kindly.
"Alright then, we'll trouble you for a few nights." The two men spoke, and the uncle led them inside. The girl looked at the two men, then walked over to Lin Feng and Liu Fei, smiling: "Are they also passersby like Brother Lin Feng? But somehow, I still feel Brother Lin Feng is more approachable."
"Little girl." Lin Feng rubbed the girl's head and said to her: "You should be polite to the guests."
The girl didn't know, but Lin Feng knew their cultivation levels. However, since the uncle was lending them rooms, as long as they weren't offended, nothing should happen. After all, their target should be the people from Song Emperor City.
Sure enough, the two men behaved themselves for the next two days. They got along well with the uncle and occasionally joked around. One day, the uncle went out during the day and didn't return until evening. He cooked several bowls of soup and had the girl bring two bowls to Lin Feng and Liu Fei.
Lin Feng took the bowl in his hand and casually glanced at it. Suddenly, his hand stiffened, frozen in midair.
But then, Lin Feng smiled. He downed the bowl of soup in one gulp, then called out: "Feifei."
"Hmm?" Liu Fei's beautiful eyes looked at Lin Feng with confusion, but she saw Lin Feng take the bowl from her hand and smile: "I want another bowl."
"Then drink it." Liu Fei smiled gently. Lin Feng held the bowl with both hands and brought it to his lips. The girl stood in front, watching sweetly. Across the way, the uncle walked out of his room and suddenly shouted loudly: "Don't drink it!"
"Courting death!" A cold snort rang out, followed by a tearing sound. The girl's body suddenly turned around, her face changing color in panic.
Lin Feng was also stunned. His face instantly turned pale. He saw the other party's hand press directly onto the uncle's body, and in an instant, the uncle's entire body was filled with deathly energy.
"Live!" Lin Feng suddenly roared. Life force instantly descended upon the old man's body, restoring a trace of vitality.
"Father!" The girl cried out, tears streaming down her face instantly. But a devastating great palm imprint directly clamped down on the girl's body. There was no way to escape.
"No!" Lin Feng roared in fury, wanting to stop it, but it was too late. He had just been trying to restore the uncle's life when the girl was seized by the other party. There wasn't even time to react. Then, the other party's palm imprint suddenly clenched, and the girl's body directly turned into nothingness, vanishing from the world.
A living person had disappeared right before Lin Feng's eyes.
Lin Feng had seen many deaths. He had personally killed countless people. He had also witnessed brutal slaughter. But rarely, when seeing death, had he reacted so violently—as if his heart itself was aching.
A strange aura spread out, enveloping Liu Fei. Then, her body disappeared from where she stood. Lin Feng's steps moved forward to the uncle's side. Terrifying life force rampaged wildly within the uncle's body. He picked up the uncle's body, feeling a deep pain in his heart.
Life and death—they were so close after all.
The uncle's eyelashes twitched. Then he opened his eyes, looking at Lin Feng. A smile appeared on his face, but it was tinged with sorrow.
"Even this poison couldn't kill them." The uncle seemed to be mocking himself. He said to Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, I shouldn't have given it to you to drink either. Tell me—the person who killed my son—you had no part in it, right?"
"No!" Lin Feng shook his head in pain. The uncle smiled, a bitter smile: "At least I didn't misjudge you. Lin Feng, can you avenge my son?"
Lin Feng's expression froze. He was silent for a moment. Then, he saw the uncle still holding a smile, but the light in his eyes had faded completely. His eyes remained open, staring at Lin Feng!
PS: Two chapters today, four chapters owed now. Can't afford it. Sorry, brothers, for this month. Next month, I'll definitely rise up!!