Chapter 66 Nightmare Terminator, and the Fate of Being Hijacked
Outside Tiandou City.
On a dark and windy night, Ye Feng walked alone along a secluded path. He hummed an unknown tune, his steps light and quick, not at all like someone who had just experienced a great battle, but more like someone taking a stroll.
The surrounding scenery suddenly blurred. The clear chirping of insects vanished, replaced by a deathly silence. The road ahead began to twist and turn, transforming into grotesque human faces.
"Ye Feng..." A sinister voice echoed from all directions. Shi Nian's figure flickered in and out of existence in the void, seemingly omnipresent. "You've ruined half a lifetime's worth of work." "You think your strong mental power makes you invincible? This is the arena!" "Here, I am Canmeng. I will make you watch yourself slice off pieces of your own flesh in endless nightmares!"
At that moment, his seventh spirit ring shone brightly. "Seventh Spirit Skill - Nightmare Martial Spirit True Form!" The surrounding space instantly turned into a sea of blood, with countless vengeful spirits demanding Ye Feng's life.
However, Ye Feng stopped in his tracks. He looked at the realistic special effects and sighed. "Shi Nian, Shi Nian," he said, "your biggest mistake was playing hide-and-seek with someone who plays tactics."
Ye Feng raised his hand, and the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella appeared in his grasp. "You think I'm not moving because I'm afraid?" "No, I'm scanning your coordinates." Ye Feng was currently wearing a single tactical goggle (a soul tool, actually a system interface visualization) over his left eye. Red light flashed on the lens, and countless streams of data cascaded down like a waterfall.
"Thermal imaging scan...locked." "Soul power wavelength analysis...locked."
Ye Feng suddenly turned around, raised the Thousand Chance Umbrella, and pointed the tip of the umbrella directly at a seemingly ordinary dead tree to his left rear. "Found you, rat."
"Gunner Skill: Quantum Bomb!"
Boom! A massive heavy bomb appeared out of nowhere and struck the withered tree with pinpoint accuracy. There was no intense flame, but instead, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, accompanied by intense electromagnetic radiation and a shockwave.
"Pfft!" The void shattered. Shi Nian's true form was blasted out, covered in charred soot, his face filled with terror. "How could you have discovered me? This is my illusionary realm!"
"No illusion can conceal heat and mass." Ye Feng flashed, instantly teleporting (a mage skill) to Shi Nian's side. Before Shi Nian could react, Ye Feng's hand was already gripping his throat.
"Warlock Skill: Cursed Arrows." Thud thud thud! Several black energy arrows pierced through Shi Nian's limbs at close range.
"Uh...uh..." Shi Nian's eyes widened, his life force rapidly draining away. He couldn't understand why he, a dignified Soul Saint, was being slaughtered like a chicken in front of this Soul Sect Master.
"In your next life, don't mess with people who play with hearts." Ye Feng tightened his grip. Snap. Shi Nian's neck lolled to the side, and he died.
As Shi Nian died, a colorful halo gradually emerged on his body. It was a skull, radiating a mesmerizing glow, as if containing boundless spiritual power. "Gemstone Skull - The Skull of Wisdom, a Condensation of Spirit."
Ye Feng picked it up and weighed it in his hand. "Tsk, good stuff." "If it weren't for me, this thing should belong to Tang San, right?" A wicked smile crept onto Ye Feng's lips. In the original story, this soul bone not only greatly enhanced Tang San's spiritual power but also helped the Purple Demon Eye evolve, and it was one of the key materials for reviving Xiao Wu in the future. Now, it has changed hands.
"System, add it." Ye Feng didn't intend to absorb it himself (he looked down on this relatively young bone), nor did he intend to give it to Ning Rongrong right now (she wasn't completely loyal yet). This thing was more valuable to keep as bait, or as a tool to infuriate Tang San later.
Just then, Ye Feng suddenly sensed something. He turned to look at the shadows of the distant woods. "Come out." "Aren't you tired after watching for so long?"
The leaves rustled. A dark figure emerged silently. A tight-fitting suit, cat ears, and a cold, beautiful face. It was Zhu Zhuqing.
"You were following me?" Ye Feng put away his soul bone and looked at Zhu Zhuqing. "I was worried you were in danger." Zhu Zhuqing's voice remained cold, but her gaze fell on a scratch on Ye Feng's arm (a minor injury caused by the aftershocks of the explosion). "Shi Nian is a Soul Saint. You're taking too much risks."
Ye Feng smiled. "Fortune favors the bold. Look, we got some loot!" Zhu Zhuqing didn't smile. She walked up to Ye Feng and took out a handkerchief and a bottle of healing potion from her pocket. "Sit down." Her tone was commanding, yet it revealed undisguised concern.
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and obediently sat down on a rock. Zhu Zhuqing knelt before him, carefully cleaning the wound on his arm. Her movements were gentle; her cool fingertips brushed against Ye Feng's skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Moonlight shone on her focused profile, and her usually wary cat-like eyes were now filled with tenderness.
"You saw it?" Ye Feng asked. "I killed someone." "I saw it." Zhu Zhuqing didn't even look up. "Aren't you afraid of me?" "He deserved to die." Zhu Zhuqing treated the wound and bandaged it. "And... the way you killed was very practiced." "Like... someone who walks in the dark." "Just like me."
Zhu Zhuqing raised her head, her heterochromatic eyes staring directly at Ye Feng. She had grown up amidst the brutal competition within the Star Luo Empire's royal family, accustomed to bloodshed and intrigue. At Shrek Academy, Dai Mubai's escapism disappointed her, and Tang San's so-called "justice" seemed hypocritical to her. Only Ye Feng. His decisive, undisguised strength and ruthlessness gave her a strange…sense of security.
"We're the same kind of people, Ye Feng." Zhu Zhuqing suddenly reached out and grasped Ye Feng's hand, which was still smelling of gunpowder. "I will keep this secret for you." "That bone… no matter who you give it to, I won't say a word."
Ye Feng looked at the outstretched "cat paw" and took it in his palm. "Good girl." Ye Feng leaned closer to her and gently scratched her chin with his other hand (like teasing a cat). "As hush money, your special training will be doubled from now on." "I'm going to train you into a real... Dark Night Catgirl."
Zhu Zhuqing blushed and tried to pull her hand back, but Ye Feng held it tightly. She didn't struggle anymore, only letting out a soft "hmm." In this blood-stained night, the two reached a tacit understanding that belonged only to the darkness.
At the same time, at Shrek Academy, Tang San, who was cultivating the Purple Demon Eye, suddenly shuddered. "Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale as he clutched his chest. "What happened..." "Why do I feel... a void in my heart?" Just a moment ago, he felt an unprecedented panic, as if a huge opportunity that originally belonged to him had been forcibly severed.
"Mistress! What's wrong with you?" Master and Flander rushed in upon hearing the noise.
"Teacher..." Tang San was covered in cold sweat, "I feel... I've lost something very important." The master quickly checked his body and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's just that you overdid it during cultivation and got a stitch." "Don't overthink it. Your mind is too chaotic right now." "Ning Rongrong's departure has affected you too much. You need to learn to control your emotions."
Tang San nodded silently, but the lingering feeling in his heart wouldn't go away. He looked up at the dark night sky outside the window; that direction was where Ye Feng had killed Shi Nian. "Ye Feng..." Tang San gritted his teeth. "Is it you? It must be you!" Although he had no evidence, Tang San's intuition told him that the source of all this was that man. The seeds of hatred had taken root and sprouted completely tonight.
The next day, at the Glory team's headquarters. Ye Feng had just entered the hall when he sensed something was amiss.
Huo Wu sat on the sofa to the left, her long legs propped up on the coffee table, playing with a ball of flame in her hand, her eyes filled with hostility. Shui Bing'er sat to the right, quietly reading a book, the air around her several degrees colder. Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the window, wiping her claws, saying nothing. Ning Rongrong was pouring tea for everyone, looking embarrassed.
Upon seeing Ye Feng enter, Huo Wu was the first to confront him. "Captain, where did you go last night?" "You smell of blood all over you, and..." She leaned closer to Ye Feng and sniffed, her gaze sweeping over Zhu Zhuqing like a knife. "And there's a hint of a slutty cat smell."
Zhu Zhuqing paused, then coldly looked up: "Who are you talking about?" "What's wrong with me talking about you?" Huo Wu stood up, puffed out her chest, and raised her head. "Going out with the captain in the middle of the night, have you no shame?"
"Alright." Shui Bing'er closed the book, her voice cool and clear. "We're all teammates, let's not fight amongst ourselves." She looked at Ye Feng, her gaze calm but also containing a hint of inquiry. "Captain, we don't care if you have a private life. But please don't let it affect today's match."
Looking at this chaotic scene, Ye Feng didn't panic at all; instead, he smiled. He walked to the middle and sat down with an air of authority. "Alright, stop being so sour." "I did some serious business last night and made a windfall while I was at it." Ye Feng took out the wisdom skull and casually placed it on the table.
A burst of colorful light instantly illuminated the entire room. "A soul bone?!" Everyone gasped. Even Ning Rongrong, from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, widened her eyes: "This quality...it's at least a gemstone skull over ten thousand years old!"
"This is the spoils of war." Ye Feng pointed to the skull. "Whoever performs well gets it. Of course, judging from the current situation, you are all still far from being good enough."
Huo Wu looked at the soul bone, and the jealousy in her eyes instantly turned into a fervent fighting spirit. "I will definitely get it!" Shui Bing'er was also slightly moved; this bone was very suitable for control-type characters.
Ye Feng chuckled inwardly as he watched their attention being diverted. This was what they called "using profit to manage a household." However, he glanced at Ning Rongrong in the corner. "Rongrong, today's match is your debut." "The opponent is Thunder Academy, led by Yu Tianxin." "I want you to use the movement techniques you practiced yesterday to completely outmaneuver that Yu Tianxin." "Can you do it?"
Ning Rongrong looked at the soul bone, then at Ye Feng's encouraging (provocative) gaze. She puffed out her chest and nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, Captain!" "This young lady is now... Battle Mage Ning Rongrong!"
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