Son

Lin Feng controlled the corpse as he kept the surrounding villagers occupied, buying himself more time to escape.

Faced with Lin Ying, who had suddenly risen from the dead, the villagers who knew he had already died screamed in terror and hurried away.

The other villagers, unaware of the situation, stepped forward and surrounded Lin Ying, preventing him from harming anyone else.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Talismanic Script on Lin Feng's legs gave off a faint blood-red glow.

A strange force poured into Lin Feng's legs from nowhere, increasing his jumping ability by an unknown number of times.

Every leap sent him flying as though he had springs beneath his feet, like an agile hopping mouse.

Lin Feng stepped across the slick rooftops and quickly vanished from sight amid the astonished gazes of the villagers below.

In a patch of wild woods outside the village, the grass was still soft and sodden after the recent rain. Stepping on it caused pooled water to seep up from the roots.

Mud stained Lin Feng's body slightly as he panted softly and surveyed his surroundings.

"I failed. With Uncle Lin dead, the police will arrive soon. With no power at all right now, I can't fight them. I need to recover my strength as quickly as possible."

Lin Feng's greatest reliance was the Blacklight Virus. With it, he could grow stronger without end.

Although he had lost his strength for now, he had studied his own Blacklight Virus before. Recreating it would not be difficult.

"I need to go to the city. The virus needs monkeys for testing, and I'll need a laboratory for the experiments too. Heh... getting that much money won't be easy."

Lin Feng grabbed the trunk of a nearby tree with one hand, pushed off hard with his feet, and vaulted onto a thick branch near the treetop.

Leaning against the trunk, he slowly crossed his legs and tried cultivating the techniques he had once devoured from the Central Plains world and the Inhuman World.

Lin Feng slowly closed his eyes and sensed the Innate Qi within his body.

Time passed second by second. Droplets on the leaves beside him slid down bit by bit under gravity before falling with a soft drip.

There was almost nothing in the woods around him besides the sound of dripping water.

In that environment, Lin Feng gradually entered a meditative state.

As the dripping water accompanied the successful condensation of the first trace of Innate Qi within Lin Feng's body, it was as though a dam's floodgates had opened.

The Innate Qi in his body surged forth like floodwaters. Colorless qi flames erupted from Lin Feng's body and wrapped around him.

The powerful qi flames swayed constantly over Lin Feng's body like burning fire.

The colorless qi stirred the air currents, making the leaves around him rustle loudly.

The raindrops that had yet to fall came pattering down, as if another torrential rain had begun.

Boom!

With a soft burst, a powerful airflow erupted from Lin Feng's body.

Centered on Lin Feng, the terrifying airflow spread violently in every direction for several kilometers, toppling countless trees in an instant.

Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling light burst from them.

"Phew... My abilities aren't gone! They've just been suppressed by something strange!"

He looked at his hands joyfully. With a thought, a powerful force emerged from within him and flowed into his palms.

Lin Feng looked at the faint black-red glow on his palm. It was the light emitted by the qi within his body.

"Could the Blacklight Virus be inside my body too?!"

Staring at the flickering black-red glow on his palm, Lin Feng frowned in thought.

No matter what techniques ordinary qi was cultivated through, it was difficult for it to emit such a glow filled with a powerful aura of slaughter.

Only when he had been a prototype, devouring an unknown number of lives, could his qi have undergone such a change.

By that logic, it seemed his body had not lost those abilities.

They had merely been temporarily suppressed for some unknown reason.

That also explained why he could use Talismanic Script. Lin Feng himself possessed the ability to use it.

"What about magic...?"

Lin Feng's thoughts shifted again as he tried to activate the power of magic.

The glow on his palm immediately went out, and he snapped his fingers instead.

Yet no magic appeared around him. There was only devastation everywhere.

"Strange!"

Seeing no reaction, Lin Feng considered it for a moment but still could not understand.

He shook his head and muttered, "Strange."

Lin Feng rose from the treetop and looked around.

Within several kilometers, only the tree he stood on had remained completely unaffected.

The powerful qi that had erupted from his body had devastated this patch of wild forest and had even reached several houses at the edge of the village.

Lin Feng glanced toward the village from afar. Seeing people coming over, he turned and left.

The power of the Inhumans and the Central Plains world alone would not be enough. He had to recover all of his powers.

In the city, Lin Feng walked among buildings filled with memories.

This was a small third-tier city. It was not as internationally developed as a coastal port city, and instead had a somewhat backward feel.

Yet within that sense of backwardness was the bustle and prosperity unique to a small city.

It gave people a relaxed, comfortable feeling.

Lin Feng's gaze slowly shifted from the snack shops lining both sides of the street to the entrance of an urban village ahead.

This was where his parents had rented a place when they had lived in the city with him. If nothing had changed, they should still be here.

Lin Feng quickened his pace, turned, and entered the urban village.

The familiar roads within the village were still as bumpy as ever, and the storefronts along the street were still run by the same owners.

With only a brief look, Lin Feng could recognize several of the pedestrians passing through the village.

Not much had changed here. He just did not know whether his parents were still living here.

Lin Feng continued onward until he reached a small vegetable shop ahead.

The shop selling vegetables was not large, and most of the produce had been displayed outside its entrance.

Quite a few people were gathered at the door buying vegetables. Among them, a short woman with graying hair bustled about through the crowd.

The deep wrinkles on her face and the nearly white hair atop her head did not match her current age at all.

Lin Feng watched his mother struggle out of the shop carrying a large, heavy sack of potatoes. Her small body used every ounce of strength to brace the potatoes against herself, and tears flickered in Lin Feng's eyes.

He hurried over and took the sack from her hands just before she stepped down from the shop's entrance.

"I'll help you."

Suppressing the lump in his throat, Lin Feng spoke softly.

"Ah! Thank you! Young man, what would you like to buy?"

Lin Feng's mother did not hear the emotion in his words. The moment she felt the weight in her hands lighten considerably,

a happy smile appeared on her face. She stepped aside and asked with a smile, already thinking of giving Lin Feng some extra vegetables.

But when Lin Feng's mother saw his face, her happy expression froze, turning into stunned disbelief.

"Ah... ah... s-son?"

Overwhelming emotion left Lin Feng's mother unable to speak. Her mouth opened and closed several times as she made hoarse, wordless sounds.

After the brief disbelief, she uncertainly called him her son.