Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 170 - 171: Occupying the Pit Without Defecating?

The man suddenly shouted loudly, and Lin Feng’s heart chilled - he was actually a Great Martial Master Fifth Layer.

The person had been lecturing Lin Feng just a second ago, and the next second, he suddenly launched an assassination attempt on Lin Feng, so fast there was no time to react. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He would not wait until tomorrow to kill Lin Feng if he could do it today!

Lin Feng obviously did not expect the opponent to act so suddenly, and was about to use Shield Bone Dragon.

But in the next moment, that person turned deathly pale and froze, his eyes filled with panic as he swept them around incessantly, looking nothing like he had just moments before.

It was Bai Yue!

Lin Feng then remembered that beside him was an Earth Martial Master.

Swish!

It was at this time that the instructor in charge of guarding the Refining Fire Room appeared, and he too was an Earth Martial Master. He frowned and scanned the surroundings - he had just felt an extremely piercing and cold chill that alarmed him. After looking around, he found no one except for a Fifth Generation and a Sixth Generation Disciple.

The disciple wielding the iron sword saw that the instructor had arrived and knew he couldn’t proceed with the lethal move, but the chill just now kept his heart pounding. "Does this instructor know Lin Feng? Otherwise, why would he have such a strong killing intent towards me?"

He didn’t dare think too much, giving Lin Feng a cold look, "You just wait, you got lucky today, but you can’t hide forever! Having offended the Seventh Prince, you’re bound to have no good days ahead! No one can save you!! Also, remember, your head belongs to me, Wu Tianyi!"

Saying this, he immediately took his leave.

Leaving behind the confused instructor and a group of Fifth Generation Disciples looking at each other.

Lin Feng, this time, seemed likely to be in trouble. If Wolf Leader is truly a jackal, then Iron Sword is a pride of lions starved for days!

The two were simply not on the same level; in Iron Sword, not to mention Great Martial Master Fourth Layer, even those of Fifth and even Sixth Layer existed. Many felt a sigh of pity for Lin Feng, while more were astonished by Yu Wen Tuo’s influence.

He naturally knew of the large organization Iron Sword; in his previous life, it was eventually led by Yu Wen Tuo, only it did not happen so quickly.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and entered the Refining Fire Room. The room was very simple, with nothing other than a meditation cushion that had been used.

Sitting cross-legged on the meditation cushion, Lin Feng could immediately feel a particularly pure energy surging into his body from below, continuously stimulating the operation of his Gang Qi.

"Begin cultivation."

...

Iron Sword, as one of the top three existences among the Fifth Generation Disciples in Divine Wind Camp, had its own independent council hall.

At this moment, sitting in the main seat of the council hall was none other than Yu Wen Tuo.

"Greetings to the Seventh Prince."

None of the seated Fifth Generation Disciples dared to show any neglect, even if Yu Wen Tuo’s cultivation was not as high as theirs. After all, the other party’s father was the bona fide number one powerhouse of Hu Ben Country.

"Seventh Prince, we had a brother who found Lin Feng’s whereabouts in the Refining Fire Room. According to your instructions, that brother was going to kill Lin Feng on the spot, but for some reason, an Earth Martial Master instructor guarding the Refining Fire Room rushed out, and that brother had to abandon the plan."

Yu Wen Tuo waved his hand dismissively upon hearing this, "There are plenty of opportunities, no need to fuss over this one. This Lin Feng may be no simple matter, but it also depends on who he battles against. He just happens to be at odds with this prince, even if he were the reincarnation of the Eight-Armed Arhat, I will still make him beg for death. I’ll leave his matter to you all. In this time, this prince will return to the Royal Palace to fetch some Great Solid Foundation Pills. Our Royal Palace alchemist recently advanced to Three Stars. If I can hear good news upon my return, then naturally, this prince will reward you handsomely!!"

Upon hearing this, joy appeared on the faces of the many Iron Sword members present. Great Solid Foundation Pills! These are elixirs that are worth many times more than ordinary medicinal herbs. Ordinary folks like them couldn’t even afford Dragon Sinew Grass, let alone the more advanced Great Solid Foundation Pills.

Only an alchemist could refine such items, and alchemists were the most noble of people, with an extremely special status. Even in all of Hu Ben Country, there were only a handful of them, and the one with the highest rank was in the Royal Palace, revered as the Royal Alchemist.

There were probably only a few people in the entire Hu Ben Country capable of refining an elixir such as the Great Solid Foundation Pill.

...

Lin Feng was naturally unaware that Yu Wen Tuo had put up the valuable Solid Foundation Pills as a reward to motivate his subordinates. Even the lowest grade Solid Foundation Pill was valued at tens of thousands of Gold Pearls, far beyond the comparison of Dragon Sinew Grass priced at just a few hundred per plant.

At this moment, Lin Feng’s skin had turned a bright red, and a white heat kept spurting from his Heavenly Spirit Acupoint.

Behind him, the Demon Dragon Star appeared. Although the Demon Dragon Star was only Seventh Grade, the boost it gave to cultivation was stronger than that of the Shield Bone Dragon, simply because one was a Flying Dragon Species while the other was a Sub-dragon Species.

Among the Dragon Species, there were multiple types, and undoubtedly, the strongest were the Ancient Dragon Species, each one a formidable dragon that shook both the past and the present.

"Peak of Eighth Layer; at this rate, I should be able to break into the Ninth Layer within three days!"

Lin Feng continued to cultivate with renewed vigor.

Three days later, a violent aura burst forth from the Refining Fire Room, indicating that Lin Feng had officially reached the Ninth Layer of Martial Master. However, Lin Feng had no sense of triumph, for the Ninth Layer was too weak for him at this point. His opponents were Great Martial Masters, and he must reach the level of a Great Martial Master to gain another level of combat power.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, outside his Refining Fire Room, at least ten people had gathered, all from Iron Sword, each one sitting cross-legged outside the chamber, causing many Fifth Generation Disciples passing by to look on with astonishment, completely unaware of what was happening.

But there are no walls in the world that don’t leak, secrets spread swiftly, and the conflict between Lin Feng and Iron Sword spread far and wide.

The news spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, as people flocked to see the commotion. In a short while, the fifth floor below the Refining Fire Room, normally not crowded, was packed with onlookers.

"These Iron Sword people, they’ve been waiting outside so early."

"Looks like Lin Feng is in for a tough time."

"But come to think of it, Lin Feng is indeed wealthy, a Sixth Generation Disciple being able to afford the use of this Refining Fire Room, and it’s been five days already."

Before long, seven days had passed, and Lin Feng’s time was up. He stood up and stretched languidly, his Cultivation reaching the Early Stage of Ninth Layer. Pushing open the door, he was instantly taken aback by the sea of people outside.

"Lin Feng, you’ve finally come out!"

"We’ve been waiting for you for such a long time!"

"Lin Feng, just surrender, you can’t run after the fact. Accepting our judgment is your ultimate fate!!"

The group of Iron Sword people abruptly opened their eyes, each one glaring menacingly at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng’s lips curled slightly. He had underestimated the determination of these individuals, judging by their appearance, they seemed to have been waiting for him for quite some time.

"Feeling so enthusiastic? It’s rather embarrassing for me. How about you wait a few more days? I’ll go back to cultivation for a few more days?"

Lin Feng said with a half-smile.