CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 118: UNDERESTIMATE_1

Qin Feiyang had met quite a few powerful individuals at the War Emperor realm before.

Generally speaking, for a martial arts prodigy to ascend one minor realm, it usually took five or six years; ten to twenty years was also quite commonplace.

But Zuo An had managed to ascend two minor realms in just eight years.

It was clear how potent the Bloodfiend Pill was!

At the same time, Feng Ling’er was the woman Lin Chen desired most.

Facing this double temptation, could Lin Chen resist? If he couldn’t, should he save Feng Ling’er?

Lin Chen struggled inwardly.

Just as Qin Feiyang anticipated, the double temptation was incredibly appealing to him.

Feng Ling’er’s delicate eyebrows furrowed as she berated him, "Lin Chen, don’t forget you are from the Lin family of Yan City! You are a Core Disciple of the Elixir King Palace! Don’t let yourself be bewitched and sacrifice your dignity for momentary pleasure!"

Lin Chen’s body trembled.

Zuo An then said, "Lin Chen, you need to understand. Only by agreeing to become my disciple can you all survive."

Lin Chen plunged into an internal struggle once more.

"At worst, it’s death! In twenty years, I’ll be a hero again! What’s there to fear?" Feng Ling’er shouted defiantly.

"No..."

"I’m still in the prime of my life..."

"I haven’t lived enough..."

"I don’t want to die..."

Lin Chen shook his head incessantly, his inner turmoil reaching its peak, and his conviction began to waver.

"I don’t want to die either, but a person must have integrity!" Feng Ling’er retorted. "And don’t forget! The creator of the Bloodfiend Pill will be exterminated along with their nine clans. Furthermore, those who consume the Bloodfiend Pill will also be spurned by the world, pursued, and hunted! Wake up! Don’t persist in this delusion!" she roared in exasperation.

"Lin Chen, don’t worry. With my current strength, I can dominate Yan Province. Tell me, who would dare to touch you? I promise you, when I step into the Nine-Star War Emperor realm, you will become renowned!" Zuo An dangled another lure.

Lin Chen’s conviction was utterly shattered. He knelt and said respectfully, "Disciple Lin Chen pays his respects to Master!"

"Lin Chen, you’re nothing but a spineless wretch!" Feng Ling’er seethed.

"If I weren’t such a spineless wretch, would I have shamelessly pestered you all this time?" Lin Chen roared, his usual smile vanished, replaced by a ferocious snarl. "But what about you? Did you ever show a shred of affection for me? You treat me as if I’m at your beck and call. Is that what you think I am? A dog? Even a dog has self-respect!"

Feng Ling’er sneered, "So this is your true face. You’re such a hypocrite."

"You’re right, I am a hypocrite," Lin Chen smiled coldly, then turned to Zuo An, a hint of madness in his eyes. "Master, I want to possess her now, to humiliate her. Please allow it, Master."

"HAHAHA!" Zuo An bellowed. "I didn’t expect your true nature to be just like mine! I like it! Good, I’ll grant your wish now!"

He took a step towards Feng Ling’er.

"Don’t you dare!" Feng Ling’er shouted angrily, drawing a dagger and swinging it towards her own neck.

"Thinking you can commit suicide in front of me? Is it possible?" Zuo An snorted coldly. In an instant, he appeared before Feng Ling’er. His aged hand swung, knocking the dagger from her grasp.

Feng Ling’er tried to bite her tongue to end her life.

But Zuo An was quicker. A palm strike to the back of her head knocked her unconscious instantly, and she collapsed onto the pile of white bones.

Lin Chen hurriedly bent down and removed Feng Ling’er’s mask. A face of peerless beauty was immediately revealed.

Seeing her full, red lips, Lin Chen felt a surge of lust.

Zuo An, however, was scanning his surroundings. He wasn’t doing this because he cared much for Lin Chen. He just wanted to groom Lin Chen into a sharp blade in his hand. For his twisted mind, the thought of having an enemy’s descendant serve him, especially one with such talent, was quite exhilarating.

The primary reason, however, was his suspicion that Qin Feiyang was hiding nearby. He had also realized that Qin Feiyang and Feng Ling’er had a complex relationship, so he wanted to use this method to draw Qin Feiyang out!

"Master, this..." Lin Chen turned to Zuo An, hesitating. "Could you perhaps give us some privacy?" He quickly added, "Oh, right, Master, there are six more people outside. You could capture them and use them to threaten Jian Haotian."

"There are more?" Zuo An frowned. "Are they close to that little whelp?"

Lin Chen sneered, "There’s one named Ling Yunfei, and also a Fatty, who are very close to him."

"Excellent!" Zuo An was ecstatic.

This little whelp still hasn’t come out. He might have escaped using some precious treasure, Zuo An thought. He then said to Lin Chen, "I won’t disturb you then. Enjoy yourself!"

With that, he ascended into the air, flying upwards. The dense black smoke accompanied him.

"An Eight-Star War Emperor..."

"With such a backer, who will I fear in the future?"

"You wretched bitch, you never imagined you’d fall into my hands today, did you?"

"Hehe..." Lin Chen cackled lewdly, his hands reaching for Feng Ling’er’s sash. "Now I’m going to strip off your clothes and have a good look."

But just at that moment, Qin Feiyang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, wielding Blue Snow, and lunged fiercely at Lin Chen!

"Huh?" Lin Chen looked up, his expression changing drastically. He hastily twisted his head aside to dodge.

"You little whelp, you’re courting death!" he snarled immediately after, swinging his palm towards Qin Feiyang’s head.

It was a close call! Qin Feiyang swiftly grabbed Feng Ling’er’s clothes, and with a mere thought, they both vanished instantly without a trace.

"Where did they go?" Lin Chen froze for a moment, then his face became incredibly ferocious. He bellowed, "Jian Haotian, if you have the guts, come out and fight me fair and square! Whoever wins gets Feng Ling’er! Do you dare?"

「Inside the castle.」

The Netherworld Demon Flame hovered in mid-air, its black flames flickering with an eerie, demonic light. However, it was no longer releasing any black smoke.

Qin Feiyang gently laid Feng Ling’er on the ground.

Though this woman exasperated him at times, he had promised to protect her. If he stood by and did nothing while she was in danger, his conscience wouldn’t allow it.

As for Lin Chen’s provocation, he directly ignored it.

Women are not objects.

If you truly loved her, it’s not about possessing her, but about seeing her happy.

To settle it with a fight is simply disrespectful to women.

No matter what others thought, he, Qin Feiyang, would never use a woman as a wager.

The Wolf King circled Feng Ling’er, appraising her from head to toe.

"Such smooth, tender skin..."

"This beautiful little face..."

"This fiery figure..."

"Truly a top-grade beauty."

"No wonder she usually wears a mask."

"With this figure, these looks, who wouldn’t fantasize about her?"

"Xiao Qinzi, aren’t you a little tempted too?"

"Listen to Brother Wolf, don’t just be tempted, act on it!"

"A golden opportunity is right before you. Just strip her bare, ravish her a hundred times over! How satisfying would that be, eh?"

The Wolf King paused, giving Qin Feiyang a sly, instigating look.

Qin Feiyang’s face twitched. He looked at it bizarrely and asked, "Who taught you all this?"

"Brother Wolf is naturally gifted, with a keen mind and sharp intuition. Do I need anyone to teach me?" The Wolf King shot him a disdainful look.

"Alright, cut the nonsense. We need to figure out how to escape. We can’t stay trapped here forever. And Ling Yunfei and the others... if they’ve really been caught, things will be even more troublesome," Qin Feiyang said, his face etched with worry.

The Wolf King’s gaze sharpened. In this critical moment, it dropped its playful demeanor and growled softly to the black wolf a few times.

After a moment’s thought, the black wolf responded with a couple of low growls.

The Wolf King said gravely, "The black wolf says that hawk is the strongest dire beast for hundreds of miles around. It seems seeking help from other beasts is out of the question."

"Seeking help?" Qin Feiyang gave a self-deprecating smile and shook his head. "Forget it. Zuo An is an Eight-Star War Emperor. Apart from Uncle Yuan, no one else would be of any use. But we don’t even know where Uncle Yuan is. Our only option now is to wake this woman and ask if she has any ideas."

"But if we wake her, won’t she find out about this place?" the Wolf King worried. "The biggest problem is, the moment she sees me, she might guess your true identity."

"If she finds out, she finds out!" Qin Feiyang sighed helplessly. He grabbed Feng Ling’er’s delicate hand and firmly pinched the spot between her thumb and forefinger.

"Hmm?" Feng Ling’er murmured softly and slowly opened her eyes.

"You pervert! I’ll kill you!" Suddenly, she yelled and kicked out at Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang never saw it coming. WHAM! Feng Ling’er’s kick sent him flying. He crashed into the stone wall behind him, stars exploding in his vision as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Crazy woman, what are you doing?" The Wolf King leaped in front of Feng Ling’er, its bloody maw wide open, its eyes filled with a ferocious light.

"Huh?" Feng Ling’er paused, quickly looking around. A hint of bewildered shock appeared in her eyes.

Two wolves? Qin Feiyang? A secret room? Where is this?

Qin Feiyang picked himself up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He said in a low voice, "It’s true that no good deed goes unpunished. If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have saved you."

"You saved me?" Feng Ling’er paused again, quickly getting up. She rubbed the aching back of her head, trying to recall what happened.

Qin Feiyang said, "Don’t dwell on it. We’re still inside Eagle Claw Peak, and Lin Chen has betrayed all of us. I suspect Ling Yunfei and the others have already been captured by Zuo An."

"That damned bastard! I swear I’ll skin him alive!" Feng Ling’er fumed, then asked anxiously, "Did he... did he do anything to me...?"

"Only worried about this now?" Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes. What an oblivious woman! He shook his head. "Relax, he didn’t even lay a finger on you."

"That’s good. Otherwise, I’d feel disgusted for the rest of my life," Feng Ling’er sighed in relief, her face filled with revulsion.

"Are you confident you can take him down instantly?" Qin Feiyang asked.

Feng Ling’er shook her head. "Although his character is despicable, his talent is undeniably among the best in all of Yan City..."

Qin Feiyang cut her off impatiently, "Enough, enough. Just tell me his cultivation level."

Feng Ling’er said, "Same as me, a Two-star Martial Ancestor."

Qin Feiyang’s eyebrows rose. Without hesitation, he took out Blue Snow and said solemnly, "Take it. I guarantee it will double your strength!"

Feng Ling’er didn’t take it. Instead, she looked at it disdainfully.

Anyone could tell at a glance that this was merely an ornamental dagger. Double her strength? What a pipe dream.