Chapter 2042: The Eve of Storm
Within the Holy Spirit Dynasty, inside the Martial Soul World, Lin Feng's main body appeared before the Ancient Saint Qin Shan. His soul power surged into the ancient saint's mind.
"Senior, I apologize for disturbing you," Lin Feng said. As he spoke, a faint light appeared once more—the remnant consciousness of Qin Shan, the Ancient Saint.
"Have you encountered trouble?" the voice of Qin Shan, the Ancient Saint, sounded.
"Yes, Senior. In the coming days, I may face a great calamity and will need your assistance. If not for this, I would never have come to disturb you," Lin Feng said. Qin Shan, the Ancient Saint, was left with only residual consciousness. If not for the terrifying nature of the impending disaster, he would never have considered borrowing the power of an ancient saint. Now, with the child Lin Zhetian about to be born at any moment, the Snow Clan pressing in, and the people of Qi Tian Holy Capital watching him like hawks, he urgently needed formidable strength.
"Very well. But remember, you must use my power only at the most critical moment. Otherwise, after a single great battle, my consciousness may no longer be able to jointly control this body with you. I will need to sleep for a time and cannot continuously assist you. Moreover, this wisp of my consciousness can only withstand a few more instances of using full power," Qin Shan, the Ancient Saint, said in a low voice.
Lin Feng felt a pang of guilt and nodded. "I will choose the most opportune moment. Once my strength has grown a bit more, I will seek a divine medicine for you, Senior. As long as there is even a glimmer of hope, I will surely bring you back to life."
"It is good that you have this intention. Come, let us first try to have your soul fully enter my mind and merge with this wisp of my consciousness to control the body. Once you truly experience such a great battle, you yourself will fall into a period of weakness. After all, your soul is too weak to control my body and power on its own, which is why you need my consciousness to guide it. But even so, your own soul will be greatly depleted and will require a period of recovery."
"I understand," Lin Feng said with a slight nod. His soul power began to surge wildly into the body of Qin Shan, the Ancient Saint, attempting to merge with that wisp of consciousness to control this terrifying ancient saint's body. Simply controlling it for ordinary movement was no problem, but if he needed to use the body's power to unleash a fearsome battle, the consumption would be immense. His soul power would likely have to be pushed to its absolute limit.
Lin Feng certainly did not want to use the ancient saint's body power. It would be bad for both him and Qin Shan, the Ancient Saint. But if the Snow Clan came for Meng Qing, they would undoubtedly bring overwhelming force to bear down on him directly. They would not play the game of peer-to-peer combat. He had to prepare for the worst.
While Lin Feng was attempting to merge his soul power with Qin Shan, the Ancient Saint's body, two Daoists led a group of powerful cultivators to the outskirts of the Holy Spirit Dynasty. The guards of the Holy Spirit Dynasty felt their hearts tremble slightly at the sight of the group's strength. What was happening in Qi Tian Holy Capital these days? The Snow Clan had descended upon the Tianci Dynasty with overbearing arrogance, and now, a random group had arrived at their Holy Spirit Dynasty. The old man at the back made people's hearts quiver just by looking at him, yet the two leaders were Daoists.
"Seniors, you have come to our Holy Spirit Dynasty. May I ask your business? I will go and report immediately," a guard said with considerable politeness.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerable. I, this Emperor, am the enlightenment teacher of your Saint Prince. Quickly, have him come out to welcome me, this Emperor," the old Daoist said, pressing his palms together and chanting solemnly, appearing dignified and majestic. The guard was filled with respect, bowing deeply to the old Daoist with great reverence.
"So you are the Saint Prince's enlightenment teacher. I will go and inform him at once."
"Mm. I, this Emperor, will wait here," the old Daoist said calmly, exuding the aura of a lofty expert.
In the distance, many people looked over and murmured among themselves.
"This Daoist has an extraordinary bearing. He clearly looks like a venerable and powerful figure. And with so many experts behind him, no wonder the Saint Prince is so talented—he has such a profound teacher."
"Yes. This Daoist must also be of extraordinary status, for the Saint Prince to come and greet him personally. It shows his standing."
The old Daoist acted as if he hadn't heard, maintaining his inscrutable demeanor.
When Lin Feng heard the guard's report, he was momentarily stunned. His enlightenment teacher?
His eyes flickered, and he asked, "What do the visitors look like, and what is their cultivation level?"
"Reporting to the Saint Prince, the visitors are a Daoist who chants 'Boundless Heavenly Venerable' and calls himself 'this Emperor.' He has many powerful experts behind him... and he also said for the Saint Prince to come out quickly to welcome him," the guard relayed the old Daoist's words.
Lin Feng's face seemed to stretch out, and then he stomped his foot, laughing and cursing, "So it's that old bastard, coming to swindle and con his way here."
"Old bastard?" The guard shook his head at Lin Feng's address of the Daoist. What an odd pair of master and disciple. Judging by the Saint Prince's reaction, he was clearly very familiar with this man. The old Daoist probably hadn't lied.
A moment later, Lin Feng's figure appeared outside the gates of the Holy Spirit Dynasty. Seeing the figure ahead, he laughed heartily, "Old bastard, since when did you become my enlightenment teacher?"
Yan Di's face darkened, and he cursed back, "Little bastard, what's this? Now that you've made something of yourself, you've forgotten my nurturing?"
"Fine, fine. I'll grant that you, you old undying one, have nurtured me," Lin Feng said cheerfully. Then he glanced at the young Daoist beside Yan Di and a look of amusement crossed his face.
The young Daoist's eyes rolled around, which, combined with his dark face, looked especially comical. He said to Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, let's not bring up our old grudges. Now that I am my master's disciple, you and I share a bond as fellow disciples. Look at you—you're the Saint Prince of the Holy Spirit Dynasty, and you've inherited many ancient saint techniques. Why not share some with me, so I can cultivate a saint technique too?"
Lin Feng looked at this lecherous young Daoist and rolled his eyes. "Heihei, it was only a matter of time before you became that old bastard's disciple."
"Uh..." Heihei's expression stiffened, and then he grinned. "Let's set that aside for now. Later, when we exchange insights on martial arts, we can take out our cultivation methods and spar a bit."
The old Daoist directly smacked Heihei on the head and scolded, "You're supposed to be my disciple. Can't you show a bit more ambition?"
"I'm just learning from you, old master," Heihei said with a grimace.
"Alright, old bastard, please bring the seniors inside for a talk," Lin Feng said with a smile. Seeing Yan Di appear at the Holy Spirit Dynasty at this time naturally made him very happy. Soon, the Holy Spirit Dynasty learned the news. It didn't take long for them to find out that the people who had descended upon their dynasty were descendants of the Tian Yan Holy Clan.
"Lin Feng, the Snow Clan has come for Meng Qing, haven't they?" At Lin Feng's residence, Yan Di asked him directly.
"A king-body figure has appeared with Snow Clan experts. They must be here for Meng Qing. But I don't know how their intelligence is so strong. Meng Qing rarely shows herself in public anymore," Lin Feng replied.
"You underestimate the Snow Clan's power. At its peak, the Snow Clan was one of the world's overlords. Even if it's not what it once was, they still have ancient saints in their ranks. Some divine abilities and Dao techniques are beyond your imagination. It's not surprising they know," Yan Di said calmly. "Where is Meng Qing now?"
"Meng Qing is pregnant. The Snow Clan's timing is impeccable. Old bastard, give me some advice," Lin Feng asked for guidance. This old undying one always had plenty of crooked ideas.
"Is it really that complicated? Do you even need to think about it?" Yan Di rolled his eyes at Lin Feng, leaving him stunned. The problem he found so thorny seemed so simple in this old bastard's eyes?
"How do I solve it?" A gleam of light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.
"Hand Meng Qing over to the Snow Clan and let them take her back," Yan Di said.
"Get lost!" Lin Feng's face turned even darker than Heihei's. He cursed. What a bastard!
"Before, Meng Qing was outside. I suspect it was due to internal strife in the Snow Clan that she ended up outside. But now that the Snow Clan has sent experts to take her back, it means they still value this king body. At least she won't be in danger. As for the child, I don't know what the Snow Clan's attitude will be. But if Meng Qing insists on protecting it, the Snow Clan probably won't really harm it—after all, it's also of Snow Clan blood," Yan Di analyzed.
"As for you, though, what I want to say is: well done. But it's inevitable that the Snow Clan will hate you and even hunt you down. If you hand over Meng Qing, the pressure on you will be much lighter. Later, when you have the strength, you can go to the Snow Clan and bring her back. That's not a bad plan either."
"Impossible. Meng Qing must stay by my side. Keep your rotten advice to yourself," Lin Feng said gloomily.
"Then you'll have to deal with whatever comes. Fight it out," Yan Di shrugged. Then he said to Lin Feng, "With me here, I won't let them bully you. After all, I am your half-teacher."
Lin Feng's face darkened again. Could this bastard's face be any thicker? He remembered when he first brought this old undying one out of the sealed world. The old man had possessed the body of Qiongqi and been used as his mount. Even now, thinking of that time when the guy had tossed out Essence Crystals, Lin Feng still wanted to laugh.
This day was bound to come. The Saint Prince of the Holy Spirit Dynasty, Lin Feng, held a banquet. On this day, many powerful cultivators descended upon the Holy Spirit Dynasty at the same time. They were all eyes fixed on Lin Feng. Now, they wanted to see what grudge existed between the Snow Clan and Lin Feng. And because of this matter, the entire Holy Spirit Dynasty was on edge. The whole dynasty was shaken, with all experts on standby at any moment.
In a quiet manor, a silent woman in black handed Lin Qiongsheng to a subordinate. Her beautiful eyes, hidden beneath a veil, looked into the distance, flashing with a sharp, cold light. No one could touch Lin Feng. Not even the Snow Clan!