# Chapter 2050: Lingering Like a Persistent Ghost
Within the Holy Spirit Dynasty, Lin Feng cultivated quietly, paying no attention to the outside world.
In the Martial Soul World, Lin Feng sat cross-legged atop the Azure Lotus, law power continuously nourishing his body. Ten thousand laws descended simultaneously, allowing his various law powers to steadily improve together. Without the Heavenly Marsh Ancient Tree and the Azure Lotus, his law growth would surely be difficult to synchronize and would produce great deviations.
At this moment, Lin Feng sank into deep contemplation.
"When martial artists advance from the Venerable realm to the Emperor realm, they must master a thousandfold force of momentum. After mastering this thousandfold momentum, one feels able to merge with the surrounding heaven and earth. However, true heaven-earth momentum is actually endless. Ancient Saints, with a wave of their hand, a step of their foot—that momentum seems to gather automatically, like a storm, turning all the power of heaven and earth into their own strength. Even a casually thrown attack possesses unimaginable might, even without using any power, just casually waving a hand." Lin Feng murmured to himself, reflecting on the transcendent feeling he experienced when controlling the Saint's body. That was power control beyond his limits. He had truly felt how powerful and wonderful that kind of power sensation was.
And the soul's ability to control power—it could actually reach such a level. When his soul controlled his own body, it was naturally smooth and effortless, without any discomfort. However, when his soul controlled the Saint's body, Lin Feng truly realized how terrifying the growth potential of a person's soul was. The space he needed to improve was too vast. Between him and the Ancient Saints, there was still a terrifying chasm—a heavenly moat.
What delighted Lin Feng quite a bit was that he had actually triggered the third Heavenly Demon Tribulation of the High-rank Emperor realm. Suppressing his own potential and using his limit power to control the Saint's body had given him, for the first time, that feeling of powerless exhaustion. But when he gradually recovered, he directly triggered the Heavenly Demon Tribulation Force, and his demonic art advanced another step.
As usual, after this Heavenly Demon Tribulation, Lin Feng went to the Demon Pool again and performed a physical baptism using the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art. This reshaping of his body gave him a feeling of being reborn. Lin Feng knew this was because controlling the Saint's body had made him somewhat uncomfortable in the previous period. But this reshaping of his body allowed him to once again have that feeling of a perfect body.
Both his soul and physical power had become even stronger. Lin Feng was even more confident in his future. Not only was his combat power growing faster than others, but both his physical body and soul would advance a big step ahead of them. If someone of the same realm tried to compete with him in physical strength, they would probably only end up being ravaged by him.
At this moment, the Weapon Spectrum Diagram behind Lin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the Azure Lotus, gradually converged and merged into his bloodline. That was the Martial Soul he had devoured, which would become connected to his bloodline and become the power of his body. And his aura finally began to gradually calm down.
Meng Qing sat in the distance, quietly watching Lin Feng, smiling as she said, "Little Zhetian, look how much your father has paid for you. Why don't you come out quickly?"
"Haha, if it were that easy to come out, the little one would have come out long ago." Lin Feng laughed upon hearing Meng Qing's lovely words, stopped his cultivation, and then his figure flickered, appearing beside Meng Qing. He leaned his head close to Meng Qing's belly, as if sensing the little one's movements stirring inside her.
"Little one, don't torment your mother anymore. Otherwise, when you come out, just watch how I deal with you." Lin Feng said with a smile. Meng Qing's face showed a sweet, peaceful smile as she said, "Don't scare the little one, or he really won't dare to come out."
"Lin Feng, the people of the Snow Clan... they really won't appear again?" Meng Qing asked Lin Feng. Lin Feng had originally not planned to tell Meng Qing about the Snow Clan matter, but Meng Qing had noticed something was off on her own. Lin Feng then casually explained the process, glossing over the dangerous battle with a plain and ordinary account. However, the perceptive Meng Qing seemed to still realize that things were not as simple as Lin Feng had described. Even now, she was still somewhat uneasy.
The Snow Clan—the race she belonged to—just how powerful an existence were they?
"Don't worry, I have everything under control." Lin Feng said with a smile.
Meng Qing placed both hands on Lin Feng's face. Her fairy-like countenance radiated a unique light as she said softly, "If it becomes unbearable, just let me return to the Snow Clan. Your safety is the most important thing. Since I am the Snow Clan's Immortal King Body, the Snow Clan probably won't do anything to me."
"Silly girl." Lin Feng also cupped Meng Qing's cheeks, leaned forward, and gently kissed her lips. The two smiled at each other, all words unnecessary.
"Lin Feng, do you think Lin Zhetian will look more like you or more like me when he's born?" Meng Qing nestled against Lin Feng's shoulder and asked with a smile.
"It would be better if he looks more like you. Then he would surely be born more beautiful than a woman." Lin Feng replied with a laugh, causing Meng Qing to pout. She secretly glanced at Lin Feng and said, "Then wouldn't he be just like you, flirting everywhere and making so many girls like him?"
Lin Feng chuckled awkwardly and said, "Isn't that good? The martial path is lonely. Having beautiful companions by one's side—isn't that wonderful?"
"Aren't you afraid that beautiful women will be a disaster and affect your martial cultivation?"
"People have different aspirations. Some are solitary by nature, walking alone, without love or affection, placing the Great Dao above all else. Some are dashing and romantic, unrestrained and uninhibited. How could those with truly firm martial will be affected by beautiful women? It would only inspire them to become even more determined to grow stronger. At the root, it still depends on the person." Lin Feng's views differed from many people's. He laughed and said, "Look at those Imperial Dynasty Holy Emperors—don't they all have groups of Holy Empresses and Holy Consorts?"
"Are you envious of that too?" Meng Qing said with disdain.
"My wives are all like fairies. Why would I envy others? It always seems to be others envying me." Lin Feng said with a smile. He naturally understood that Meng Qing was just speaking casually. By now, the two of them were already connected in heart and mind. How could there be any jealousy? This relaxed atmosphere was warmer and made Lin Feng cherish such days even more.
However, some people did not intend to let Lin Feng have such peace and warmth. At this moment, experts of the Snow Clan once again descended upon the Tianci Dynasty. The new Holy Emperor, who was also the previous Holy Emperor's entrusted uncle, looked at the people of the Snow Clan, his gaze seemingly no longer as friendly as before.
"My Tianci Dynasty has suffered great losses. Why have you come again?" The new Holy Emperor's tone was no longer so polite, causing the Snow Clan expert's brows to twitch slightly. Then a cold, chilling voice rang out: "A Saint King of my Snow Clan is preparing to descend upon Qi Tian Holy Capital. He will arrive within three days."
The Snow Clan expert's single sentence made the new Holy Emperor's gaze stiffen. A feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. A Saint King—another such terrifying existence.
A single word from the Snow Clan made the resentment in his heart dare not surface again. The Snow Clan's Saint King would descend upon Qi Tian Holy Capital.
"What does the Snow Clan Saint King senior descending upon Qi Tian Holy Capital have to do with my Tianci Dynasty?" The new Holy Emperor's tone was relatively calmer, no longer showing obvious resistance.
"Last time, the various dynasties and Ancient Saint Clans besieged Lin Feng, and he escaped. This situation will not happen a second time." The Snow Clan expert said calmly.
"He escaped?" The Holy Emperor sneered inwardly. This Snow Clan expert was shameless enough. Back then, they had run faster than anyone else, hadn't they? When had Lin Feng ever escaped?
"There will be a second time? Does the Snow Clan mean for us to besiege Lin Feng again?" The Holy Emperor asked, puzzled.
"Correct." The Snow Clan expert seemed unaware of any impropriety and nodded calmly.
The Tianci Holy Emperor became even more displeased. His voice turned colder: "Since the Snow Clan's Saint King will descend, why do you need us to waste time?"
"I need that Saint's body to appear again. As for Lin Feng, you can deal with him as you wish. Do you understand my meaning?" The Snow Clan expert looked at the Tianci Holy Emperor and said.
His words made the Holy Emperor's expression freeze slightly. So that was it. The Snow Clan wanted them to lure the Saint's body to appear again, to make wedding clothes for the Snow Clan.
"Why doesn't the Snow Clan's Saint King senior strike directly? Why this superfluous action?" The Tianci Holy Emperor asked again.
"If my clan's Saint King descends, Lin Feng will surely know he is doomed. Who knows if he might rather die fighting and bury the Saint's body forever, not allowing it to reappear?" The Snow Clan expert said indifferently. Then he stood up, stepped toward the outside, and a voice calmly transmitted out.
"My clan's other experts are probably sitting in other dynasties or Ancient Saint Clans right now. The conditions are the same. Everything else on Lin Feng is yours to take. Of course, the Tianci Dynasty can refuse. But as for the consequences... heh!" The man chuckled, then stepped out of the great hall, leaving the Tianci Holy Emperor with a cold chill emanating from his body. These beasts were too arrogant and overbearing.
His Tianci Dynasty's Holy Emperor had fallen, and yet they still wanted them to strike at Lin Feng again.
"I will notify you of the time again. The location is the Holy Spirit Dynasty. Whether to participate or not, you decide for yourself." The figure that had left the hall said once more, causing the Tianci Holy Emperor's expression to stiffen. Could he refuse?
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