Chapter 278: Late Night Visit
"Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse!"
The crowd gazed at the holy white figure descending gracefully, their eyes narrowing. A single attack transformed into ten thousand meters of frost, striking the opponent's blade silhouette even faster, leaving a trace of fresh blood in the air.
This silent woman beside Lin Feng was the true powerhouse. And yet, Bing Yuan and Leng Yue had dared to verbally insult her—courting death. Leng Yue was fortunate to have escaped alive.
Whether it was Lin Feng or Meng Qing, either could have killed Leng Yue with ease.
"Who was the one who saved Leng Yue? Also a blade cultivator." The crowd stared at the figure vanishing on the distant horizon, speculating silently. Was it someone from Hao Yue Sect? If it was a Hao Yue Sect powerhouse, why did he cover his face, hiding his identity, and leave immediately after rescuing Leng Yue without a moment's pause?
Lin Feng also stared into the distance, his eyes flickering. A Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse, a blade cultivator like Leng Yue, and a formidable one at that. Could it be Leng Yue's teacher?
"Genius of Hao Yue Sect, you'd better hope I never run into you." Lin Feng said coldly in his heart, then walked over to Bing Yuan's corpse. He searched the body and soon found a Storage Ring.
This guy had auctioned off the Seven-Tailed Demon Fox's demon fire and kept it on him, so he definitely had storage space. Besides, the Origin Stones he used for bidding couldn't have appeared out of thin air.
Since Lin Feng had killed him, he naturally intended to take the storage space. Not taking it would be a waste.
Lin Feng cut his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the Storage Ring. Instantly, his consciousness invaded it, dispersing a trace of icy aura—the lingering presence of Bing Yuan.
The Seven-Tailed Demon Fox's beast fire was indeed inside, along with some cultivation techniques, martial skills, and a modest amount of Origin Stones. Lin Feng had little interest in these, but the Mysterious Beast's demon fire was quite valuable. Bing Yuan had paid an enormous price to auction it, and now it had fallen into Lin Feng's hands.
Adding the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron he had won and the top-grade spiritual weapon, Broken Moon, snatched from Leng Yue, all three final treasures auctioned by Dream Pavilion were now in Lin Feng's possession.
"This trip to Tianluo Ancient City has been very fruitful." Lin Feng smiled. On his very first day in Tianluo Ancient City, he had found a source of spirit herbs and obtained three treasures. The Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron, in particular, was one of the Ten Great Ancient Cauldrons of antiquity, renowned far and wide. For Lin Feng to obtain it was a stroke of immense luck.
Though the cauldron now looked old and worn, with only its lifelike carvings standing out, the Ten Great Ancient Cauldrons of antiquity were no ordinary items. They must contain boundless wonders waiting for him to uncover.
It was a pity that too much time had passed. He wondered where he could find records about the Ten Great Ancient Cauldrons to learn how to use this Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron.
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The night was silent. In the clean room of the rear residence at Tianyi Wine Tavern, Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the bed. He wasn't asleep but was studying the memories in his mind—a vast treasure trove.
Whether it was the art of artifact forging or alchemy contained within, both were priceless. The memories of a Venerable were something no treasure could buy; they were a precious legacy left to Lin Feng by a Sovereign Martial Realm powerhouse.
At that moment, occasional footsteps broke the stillness of the space, causing Lin Feng's closed eyes to stir slightly. Then, he opened them.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
A knock sounded at the door. Lin Feng said calmly, "Come in."
The door opened, revealing a graceful figure outside—not Meng Qing, but someone Lin Feng had seen during the day: Lan Jiao, that seductive woman.
Though it was late at night, Lan Jiao was still wearing an alluring outfit.
She had changed into a fiery red long dress, her snow-white shoulders still exposed, the plump cleavage faintly visible, a mound of white flesh tempting one to take a second look.
"Enchantress, temptress."
Lin Feng thought of two words to describe this woman. A hint of confusion flickered in his eyes. It was late at night—why was Lan Jiao looking for him? And dressed so provocatively. Wasn't she worried he might be a scoundrel?
"Young Master Lin, may I come in?"
Lan Jiao let out a charming laugh at the door, her eyes sparkling, her bright, watery gaze captivating.
Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Come in."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Lan Jiao stepped directly into the room and sat down casually, smiling at Lin Feng. "Young Master Lin, I apologize for disturbing you so late at night."
Lin Feng shook his head slightly. "Miss, is there something you need?"
"Can't Lan Jiao visit Young Master Lin without a reason?" Lan Jiao's eyes took on a pitiful look, sending flirtatious glances, her voice full of allure.
"Miss Lan went to the trouble of finding out where I'm staying. That must have been difficult. Surely you're not here just for a simple visit?" Lin Feng's face still held a smile, but since Lan Jiao had managed to find him late at night, she had clearly sent people to investigate him with ulterior motives. Thus, his tone carried a hint of sarcasm.
"Young Master Lin, you're so unromantic."
Lan Jiao giggled, casting a resentful glance at Lin Feng with her autumn-water eyes, as if trying to melt him.
But she didn't know that Lin Feng's resistance to beauties was far stronger than an ordinary person's.
"If I were romantic, Miss Lan might not be safe right now."
Lin Feng's gaze swept over Lan Jiao's voluptuous figure, his heart stirred. Tempting, full—if Lin Feng's will weren't so firm, he might have done something.
"If Young Master Lin wants to be romantic, I, Lan Jiao, wouldn't mind being unsafe."
Lan Jiao laughed again, stood up, and took a few steps toward Lin Feng until she stood before him. Right in front of his eyes were those mesmerizing, snow-white, towering curves.
Lan Jiao was clearly doing this on purpose. This woman was seducing him, and he had no idea what her goal was.
"Since Miss Lan Jiao so kindly invites me, I'll indulge in a bit of romance."
Lin Feng also stood up, stepping forward until his body pressed against Lan Jiao's, causing her to freeze and instinctively take a step back. That small retreat brought a smile to Lin Feng's face.
"Young Master Lin, you're so wicked." Lan Jiao noticed her own retreat and laughed coquettishly.
"Miss Lan seduces me but won't let me touch you. What does this mean?" Lin Feng said calmly. "Miss Lan, why have you come here tonight?"
Lan Jiao's gaze stiffened, a strange look flashing in her eyes. Lin Feng was completely indifferent to her charm. Was her allure not enough?
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