Chapter 849
The Mighty Pass Acquired
Meng Tianzheng glanced at Luo Feng and said calmly, "Are you finished?"
Luo Feng was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously.
Snapped!
A withered hand, carrying the immense power of the sixth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm, slapped Luo Feng squarely across the face.
That slap showed absolutely no mercy.
Luo Feng's body flew backward and exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist!
Fortunately, Luo Feng was a cultivator at the peak of the third level of the Hongmeng Realm, and his origin was indestructible. The blood mist churned wildly in the void for a moment before reforming his body.
Luo Feng, who could reshape his physical body, had only deep fear on his face.
"Luo Feng".
Meng Tianzheng spoke, "Zhao Feng's mission was personally assigned by me. He ventured deep into the Demon Realm, risking his life to single-handedly kill nine Demon Generals, achieving unparalleled merit. And what are you doing?"
"While he was fighting a bloody battle, you led men to block his retreat, labeled him a traitor, and forced his comrades to hand over the hostages."
"Who exactly is breaking the rules of the Immortal Alliance?"
Luo Feng trembled all over, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Lin Lei and Qin Yu stood still, not daring to breathe.
Wang Lin's expression turned even uglier.
He had been holding back, waiting for Zhao to kill Qin Yu so he could reap the benefits. But now, looking back, he realized that Meng Tianzheng had clearly seen all of this.
With Meng Tianzheng personally overseeing things, all his plans became a joke.
"This matter ends here." Meng Tianzheng scanned the entire room. "If anyone dares to speak ill of Zhao Feng's loyalty again, I will personally send him on his way."
The audience was silent.
The oppressive aura of the sixth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm enveloped all directions, and even Wang Lin chose to keep his mouth shut.
It's not that I'm afraid, but that there's no need to be.
"All right."
Meng Tianzheng withdrew his oppressive aura and turned to Zhao Feng, "Boy, as agreed before, from today onwards, the Ninth Fortress is yours."
"You are in charge of all matters, including troops, provisions, city defense layout, and more."
"Who dares to come looking for your trouble again..."
He glanced at the dozen or so inspectors behind him and said, "Break his legs and send him back."
Zhao Feng clasped his hands in thanks, "Thank you, Elder Meng."
On the city wall, there are statues of the First Emperor, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Emperor Jun...
All the powerful figures from the Qin Realm began to breathe more heavily.
The Ninth Fortress!
That was one of the formidable passes on the front lines of the Immortal Alliance, guarding the gateway to the edge of the universe and serving as the first line of defense for the Immortal Realm against the Demon Realm.
What does it mean to possess a formidable pass?
This means that on this vast and boundless continent, they are no longer wanderers living under the roof of others and dependent on their whims.
They have roots now!
They now have their own territory!
"The Realm Lord is mighty!"
Di Jun couldn't contain himself and took the lead in raising his arms and shouting.
"The Realm Lord is mighty!"
The twelve ancestral witches responded in unison, their voices resounding through the heavens.
The First Emperor's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes, which had seen countless ages, revealed a sense of satisfaction.
Ye Fan patted Zhao Feng heavily on the shoulder without saying anything.
But that unspoken understanding between brothers speaks louder than a thousand words.
Luo Feng, Lin Lei, and Qin Yu stood at a distance, watching this scene, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
Especially Luo Feng.
But he dared not say another word.
Just then.
Wang Lin stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting to Meng Tianzheng. "Elder Meng, there is something I must say."
Meng Tianzheng glanced at him sideways and said, "Speak."
"Fellow Daoist Zhao Feng's expedition deep into the Demon Realm and his solo slaying of nine Demon Generals at the fifth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm is truly an earth-shattering feat." Wang Lin paused, then changed the subject, "However, my concern is that such a commotion will inevitably enrage the Demon Lords of the two Demon Realms."
"The Demon Lord is a being from the sixth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm. Once the Demon Lord personally descends upon the Ninth Fortress, then..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.
You, Zhao Feng, are powerful, but can you defeat the Demon Lord?
Once the Demon Lord arrives, can this formidable pass still be defended?
These words sounded grand and dignified, and were full of the flavor of "thinking about the big picture".
But Zhao Feng could tell.
This is Wang Lin setting a trap for himself.
Taking over this formidable pass is tantamount to accepting the wrath of the Demon Lord.
If the Demon Lord attacks in the future, and we manage to defend the city, the credit will go to the Immortal Alliance; if we fail, Zhao Feng will bear all the blame.
Meng Tianzheng frowned. "The Ninth Fortress is the territory of the Immortal Alliance. If a Demon Lord were to descend, the higher-ups of the Immortal Alliance would step in to defend against him. You don't need to spread alarmist rumors here."
"Elder Meng, you are mistaken," Wang Lin said, neither humble nor arrogant.
"The Immortal Alliance has only a handful of experts at the sixth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm, each with their own territory to guard. If the Demon Lord launches a sudden attack in a fit of rage, I'm afraid... it won't be time to send reinforcements. Once the formidable pass falls, a breach will be torn in the front line, and the consequences will be unimaginable."
These words were so well-chosen that even Meng Tianzheng couldn't directly refute them.
After all, the facts are clear: the Immortal Alliance's sixth-level experts are indeed stretched thin.
Zhao Feng glanced at Wang Lin and suddenly smiled.
He stepped forward, hands behind his back, and said in a calm tone, "Fellow Daoist Wang is overthinking it."
"If a powerful expert at the sixth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm comes, I will handle it myself."
"No need for the rest of the Immortal Alliance to worry about it."
These words shocked everyone present.
Luo Feng opened his mouth, almost blurting out "Are you crazy?", but ultimately swallowed the words back.
Lin Lei and Qin Yu exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock on each other's faces.
The sixth level of the Primordial Chaos!
The difference between that and the fifth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm is more than just a world apart.
While Zhao Feng could send Wang Lin flying with a single punch, that was completely different from fighting the Demon Lord!
Wang Lin's lips curled up slightly, and he clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao Feng is so heroic, then I will wait and see."
"Goodbye."
He turned around, and together with Qin Yu, Luo Feng, and Lin Lei, they transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the depths of the universe.
Before leaving, Luo Feng secretly glanced back at Zhao Feng, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"This Wang Lin."
Meng Tianzheng shook his head, then suddenly lowered his voice, "Kid, you figured out what this guy is thinking?"
Zhao Feng nodded, "He simply wants to use the Demon Lord's blade to kill me. He's very good at sitting on the sidelines and watching the tigers fight."
Meng Tianzheng patted Zhao Feng on the shoulder. "It's good that you know what you're doing. However, what he said isn't entirely unreasonable. The Demon Lord's strength is far beyond that of the Demon Commander. Are you really confident?"
Zhao Feng did not answer directly, but instead asked, "What does Elder Meng think?"
Meng Tianzheng paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Good! You've got guts!"
"Then I can rest assured that I'm entrusting this place to you."
He handed a bronze token to Zhao Feng and said, "If you need anything, just contact me directly."
Done.
Meng Tianzheng, accompanied by more than a dozen inspectors, tore through the void and left.
Zhao Feng looked in the direction they had disappeared and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.
"Everyone!"
He turned to face the First Emperor, the Three Pure Ones, and others, and said, "From today onwards, the Ninth Pass is our territory."
"The enemy is coming; I will meet them."
"Anyone who dares to lay a finger on the Ninth Fortress..."
He raised the Primordial Divine Sword in his hand, its tip pointing towards the sky.
"Let's ask it if it agrees first."
The Three Pure Ones and the others clasped their fists in unison, their voices booming, "We respectfully obey the Realm Lord's command!"
……
the other side.
Wang Lin, along with Luo Feng, Qin Yu, and Lin Lei, tore through the void in silence. Only when the outline of the Third Fortress came into view did Wang Lin suppress the surging aura emanating from him.
The Third Formidable Pass is a checkpoint controlled by cultivators in the world of Xian Ni.
The city walls are majestic, and the towering black stone city tower is covered with ancient sealing array patterns. The entire pass is shrouded in a layer of pale golden light, giving it an imposing and solemn atmosphere.
As soon as the four landed, several powerful auras swept over from inside the pass.
Followed by.
An aged voice came from deep within the pass.
"Oh? You're back so soon?"
Inside the main hall of the city gate, a gaunt old man sat cross-legged on a futon in the center of the hall.
He had a thin face and prominent cheekbones.
With long, gray hair casually draped behind him and no adornment whatsoever, he looked like a decrepit old man on the verge of death.
But the space around him was silently collapsing, twisting, and reorganizing.
It was as if the birth and death of all things revolved around him.
Ancient Ancestor.
A peak fifth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm, a top-tier existence on par with Wang Lin, and one of the oldest cultivators in the world of Xian Ni.
“Ancient Ancestor.” Wang Lin nodded slightly, his face calm and composed.
Gu Zu opened his cloudy eyes and looked Wang Lin up and down.
Although his appearance remained unchanged, the lingering scent on his body couldn't lie.
"Injured?" Gu Zu raised an eyebrow. "Is that Zhao Feng really that troublesome?"
Wang Lin was silent for a moment before speaking: "His strength has exceeded everyone's expectations."
"Oh?" The ancient ancestor became interested and leaned forward slightly. "Tell me about it."
Wang Lin recounted in detail what had happened in front of the Ninth Fortress.
From Zhao Feng's return from the edge of the universe with the twelve Ancestral Witches, to his throwing out nine Demon General heads, to his punch that sent him flying into the edge of the universe, and finally, Meng Tianzheng's appearance.
No detail was overlooked.
The hall fell silent.
The ancient ancestor's expression changed from casual to solemn, and then from solemn to horrified.
to the end.
He suddenly stood up. "What did you say? He killed all nine Demon Generals at the fifth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm all by himself?"
“Absolutely true.” Wang Lin said calmly, “Those nine heads were thrown into the starry sky in front of the Ninth Pass, where demonic energy soared into the heavens. There’s no faking it.”
The ancient ancestor gasped and paced back and forth a few times.
"This kid has only been in the Immortal Alliance for a short time, how come he suddenly..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
After pondering for a while, the ancient ancestor let out a cold laugh.
"That old fox Meng Tianzheng has probably been eyeing him for a long time. The Desolate Emperor Shi Hao and Ye Fan are close friends, and Ye Fan is hanging out with Zhao Feng. As Shi Hao's trusted confidant, it's perfectly normal for Meng Tianzheng to stand up and support Zhao Feng."
"These people want to use Zhao Feng to re-establish the banner of the Desolate Heaven Emperor lineage within the Immortal Alliance."
Wang Lin nodded without saying anything more.
He turned to look at Luo Feng.
Luo Feng kept his head down.
Clearly, he had been slapped by Wang Lin and forced to kneel and kowtow in public.
He will not forget this humiliation anytime soon.
"Luo Feng," Wang Lin called out.
Luo Feng raised his head, his expression stiff.
"What happened at the Ninth Pass was merely a temporary measure," Wang Lin said, his tone softening. "As the saying goes, 'Where there's life, there's hope.' Staying alive is the most important thing."
Luo Feng clenched his fists.
Wang Lin's status and strength far surpassed his own. For Wang Lin to take the initiative to explain at this moment was already a huge favor to him.
If he throws another tantrum, then he's being ungrateful.
“…Fellow Daoist Wang Lin is right.” Luo Feng gritted his teeth and forced a smile. “I understand.”
Qin Yu and Lin Lei stood to the side, each remaining silent and not interrupting.
"So what should we do next?" Luo Feng thought for a moment and asked the question that was on his mind most.
Wang Lin's lips curled into a slight smile. "What to do? Of course, we'll... sit back and watch the tigers fight."
Luo Feng was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.
Zhao Feng killed nine Demon Generals, which is equivalent to directly breaking a piece of the foundation of the Black Abyss and Crimson Blood Demon Realms.
How could the demon lords of those two demon realms let this go so easily?
It's only a matter of time before the Demon Lord of the sixth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm makes his move.
By that time.
Zhao Feng single-handedly guards the ninth formidable pass, facing the Demon Lord's wrath head-on.
They just need to stand by and watch.
If Zhao Feng wins, the Demon Realm will suffer a major blow, while the Immortal Alliance will benefit.
If Zhao Feng loses, that would be even better.
They could use the pretext of providing support to kill Zhao Feng, and the demons could take the blame.
No matter how you calculate it, you're not losing out.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Luo Feng was greatly encouraged and clapped his hands in approval.
The ancient ancestor stroked his beard, revealing an approving expression.
Qin Yu's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but he remained silent.
"However," Wang Lin changed the subject, "the few of us aren't enough. We need to contact Bai Xiaochun, Su Ming, and others to discuss this together. In case the situation gets out of control, we'll be prepared."
The ancient ancestor nodded, "This matter should be addressed sooner rather than later. Although Bai Xiaochun is impulsive, he's still sensible when it matters. As for Su Ming..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Outside the main hall, a burst of hearty laughter suddenly rang out, "Hahaha, what good things are you all discussing? Why didn't you invite me?"
The sound appeared in everyone's perception without warning.
Even Wang Lin and Gu Zu did not detect the aura of the newcomer in advance.
Everyone tensed up at the same time.
The doors of the main hall opened by themselves without any wind.
A young man strode in, handsome and dressed in a dark blue robe. He walked with his hands behind his back, his steps relaxed, and his every move exuded the languor and casualness of someone in a high position.
They've clearly entered someone else's territory, yet they act as if nothing's wrong with it.
He tilted his head slightly, glanced around at everyone in the hall, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Wang Lin's pupils contracted sharply.
Luo Feng took a step back.
The ancient ancestor suddenly sprang up from the futon, "You are..."
The young man smiled and said, "Li Qiye."
As soon as the two words were spoken, the air in the hall suddenly froze.
Li Qiye.
This name is known to almost everyone in the Immortal Alliance.
It wasn't because of his profound cultivation level, nor because of his great military achievements.
Rather, it's because no one can see through him.
Rumor has it that his origins are shrouded in mystery, his whereabouts are elusive, and he has connections with several old monsters in the sixth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm within the Immortal Alliance.
What's even stranger is that everyone who has ever dealt with him speaks very little about him.
now.
He stood in the center of the main hall, his hands tucked into his sleeves, smiling as he looked at Wang Lin.
"Fellow Daoist Wang Lin, it's been a long time."
Wang Lin remained silent for two breaths before speaking: "Li Qiye, what brings you here?"
"Just passing by, dropping by for a visit." Li Qiye casually sat down to the side. "I heard everything you were discussing outside the door."
Wang Lin stared at Li Qiye, "Now that you've heard everything, what are your thoughts?"
Li Qiye stretched and yawned. "It's simple. If you want to deal with Zhao Feng, count me in!" (End of Chapter)