"Master, what do you plan to do about Lin Feng?"
Zhi Zechen stood on top of an unknown mountain peak and looked respectfully at the white-robed elder in front of him. His tone was also very respectful.
The white-robed old man stood in front with his hands behind his back. His robe was fluttering in the wind, making him look particularly heroic and domineering. The old man frowned slightly when he heard Zhi Zechen's question. He turned around and looked at Zhi Zechen before saying in a deep voice, "Don't get involved in this matter. The other party's background is not something you can imagine. It's better not to get involved."
"But Master, don't you admire Lin Feng?" Zhi Zechen looked puzzled as he stared at the old man with his eyes wide open. He was very surprised as he did not expect Space Ancestor to say such a thing.
"I like Lin Feng and I asked your fellow disciple, Mister Time, to bring him here on the day of the Nine Heavens Yuan Suns. I wanted him to become my disciple, but …" said Mister Time.
Speaking up to this point, Space Ancestor's expression suddenly became ugly. It was as if he was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking at that moment.
Zhi Zechen had never seen his master reveal such a hesitant expression. In the past, his master had always been indifferent to everything. He did not care about the trifles when cultivating the power of the Great Path. But now, his expression made it difficult for Zhi Zechen to understand what had happened to Space Ancestor.
"Anyway, don't ask anymore. This matter is too complicated. We don't have to worry about Lin Feng. If he can survive, he'll be lucky. If he can't, then he'll be destroyed."
Space Ancestor waved his hand and said to Zhi Zechen. Zhi Zechen was surprised and widened his eyes, not knowing what to say. After a long time, Zhi Zechen slowly nodded. He could only obey since Space Ancestor had said so. However, he could imagine how dangerous it was that even a dignified Middle Level Ultimate God had to retreat and ignore the future successor he supported …
After Zhi Zechen left the mountain, the white-robed Space Ancestor remained standing there. He did not say anything, but looking around, he could sense that this place was not within the range of the Loose Nation. Regardless of whether it was the degree of prosperity or the density of the Primal Qi, it was much higher than the Loose Nation.
Space Ancestor did not care about Lin Feng's crisis. Zhi Zechen understood that unless Lin Feng had the ability to save himself, he would not survive this crisis. Zhi Zechen sighed. It was a pity that a good junior who developed from a low-level Microcosm was going to be destroyed in Eternal Kingdom.
However, Zhi Zechen could understand such a situation because such situations were too common in Eternal Kingdom. Countless geniuses were annihilated during their growth period. No matter how famous the Ultimate Gods were, they all became white bones that were stepped on by their descendants and could never rise again.
Zhi Zechen sensed the tension in the atmosphere. He couldn't imagine what would happen to Lin Feng in the coming days. He didn't want to hear the bad news that Lin Feng had died in the Imperial Palace of a foreign country.
"That's the only way. Other than that, what else can I do?" Zhi Zechen sighed helplessly with a bitter expression. Three high-level Ultimate Gods wanted Lin Feng to die, so Lin Feng would not be able to live. That was the attitude of the strong towards the weak. The weak could not change because they did not have the strength to do so.
The weak were prey to the strong. Lin Feng should be able to feel it now, right?
In the Imperial Palace of the Scattered Kingdom, in the cold and damp dungeons, countless villains were imprisoned. However, in the final dungeon, even these villains had to be respectful. It was for no other reason than that the prisoner in this dungeon had killed a high and lofty Orthodoxy.
Lin Feng sat in the dungeon surrounded by rotten weeds and congealed blood. However, Lin Feng did not care about it. The only thing Lin Feng could not accept was becoming a prisoner from the Scattered Nation Grand Tournament's champion. Moreover, he could not control the future. Lin Feng was very worried.
Lin Feng was not stupid. He could guess that someone must be targeting him. Such a person was definitely not someone the Scattered Nation Monarch could afford to offend. Otherwise, a dignified high-level Ultimate God would not lock him in a dungeon. As for the Scattered Nation Monarch, there was absolutely no grudge between him and the Scattered Nation Monarch.
However, Lin Feng was a person who held grudges. Since the Scattered Nation Monarch had submitted to those people, it meant that he was Lin Feng's enemy. Lin Feng would never be soft-hearted towards his enemies. Lin Feng had thought that if he had the chance to leave this place and become stronger, he would settle the score with the Scattered Nation Monarch.
"It's time to eat. Here."
At that moment, a disciple appeared in the corridor to deliver food. The disciple stood in front of Lin Feng's dungeon and threw the bowl to the ground. The rice spilled on the ground and emitted a musty smell. The disciple stood up and was ready to leave.
"Pick up the rice."
Lin Feng lowered his head and did not look at the disciple. However, his tone was dignified. The disciple's face turned pale when he heard Lin Feng's voice. He turned around and looked at Lin Feng. He remembered that it was Lin Feng who had killed the leader of the Scattered Nation Monarch the day before.
"You, don't be arrogant. I'm not afraid of you." The disciple tried to remain calm and shouted at Lin Feng. Then, he glared at Lin Feng and prepared to leave the dungeon. He did not want to stay there for one more step. He did not want to face Lin Feng again.
He took a step forward and realized that he couldn't move more than half a meter. He was panicking. He glanced at Lin Feng and immediately saw that Lin Feng was glaring at him with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. Immediately after, he was terrified.
"I told you, pick up the rice." Lin Feng was expressionlessly looking at the disciple as if he was looking at a dead man.
The disciple's face turned deathly pale. He was used to being arrogant. He had an innate sense of superiority towards these prisoners because he could humiliate them and they would not be able to come out. He had never felt so confident before, but he had forgotten that the man in the black chang pao in front of him was not someone he could provoke.
The champion of the Scattered Nations Grand Competition. What a resounding title. It was countless times more impressive than the Scattered Nations Seven Rules. How could he have foolishly provoked such a person?
The disciple regretted his actions. He looked at Lin Feng with a pleading expression, he hoped that Lin Feng would let him out of the dungeon. However, Lin Feng was indifferent. He just looked at the rice on the ground indifferently. Lin Feng was telling the disciple that if he didn't pick up the rice, he would not be able to go back.
The man gnashed his teeth. He couldn't stand Lin Feng's killing intent anymore. He lowered his head and walked towards the window. He squatted down and picked up the grains of rice one by one. Finally, there was not a single grain of rice on the floor and the bowl was full.
"Can I leave now?" The man looked happy. He raised his head and looked at Lin Feng. He looked like he was begging Lin Feng to leave.
Lin Feng smiled indifferently. He then pointed at the bowl and said in a deep voice, "Eat this bowl of rice and leave."
"Don't go too far, I …." When the disciple heard Lin Feng, his facial expression drastically changed. He looked furious and ferocious. However, Lin Feng didn't have time to listen to him. He immediately shouted coldly, "If you don't eat it, you won't be able to leave."
Lin Feng's words were simple and indifferent. Even though he didn't sound harsh, the disciple was terrified. Maybe it was because he was furious, or maybe it was because he was afraid of Lin Feng.
He looked at the bowl of rice on the ground and noticed that it smelled like mold. Dogs wouldn't eat that kind of rice, how could he eat it?
"Eat! Let me eat you! Haha, you bastard, to think that you would have such a day! Eat it!"
"Eat it! Haha, normally, you make things difficult for us. If we don't eat it, you beat us. Haha, you also make things difficult for us."
"What? Are you disgusted? Do you feel the same way? You make us eat this every day. Have you ever thought that one day, you would have to eat it too? "
Lin Feng was making things difficult for the man. The other prisoners supported him. Almost all the prisoners who could still talk were standing in front of the bars and shouting at the man. Their faces looked hideous and twisted.
They had been bullied by this man for countless years. Today, they could finally avenge their humiliation and let this man have a taste of the moldy rice that even dogs wouldn't eat on normal days.
The disciple's face turned deathly pale. He looked at the bowl of rice on the ground and wanted to vomit. Others didn't know but he knew that he had specially prepared the rice for the prisoners. It contained his urine. After being exposed to the sun, it had fermented and then it had been given to the prisoners.
He wanted to make fun of the prisoners because he always thought that prisoners weren't human. They weren't, they were worse than animals. Since they were worse than animals, why would he give them such good food?
The man looked at his bowl, then finally raised his head and looked at Lin Feng with a pleading expression. He was just short of kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and calling him grandpa, but Lin Feng remained unmoved. The man also knew that if he did not eat tonight, he would very likely be the next to die in the Orthodoxy.
He gnashed his teeth and cursed Lin Feng in his heart. Then, he grabbed the bowl of rice and gulped it down. He gulped down the bowl of rotten rice, endured the nausea that rose from his stomach, and strode out of the prison. Behind him were the joyful cheers of the prisoners.
"Haha, long live the boss! Haha, long live the boss!"
"Haha, boss, we'll follow you!"
"Boss, whatever you say in the future!"
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