Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole

Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole

"If Black Doctor wanted immortality, then all I had to do was let him see hope of attaining it."

After some consideration, Lin Feng decided to start with what Black Doctor cared about most.

His appearance suddenly shifted, gradually becoming that of a youthful Daoist with snow-white hair.

"From this moment on, I am Zhang Daoling, who has lived for a thousand years."

Using the memories he had obtained from the Celestial Master Empowerment, Lin Feng transformed himself into Zhang Daoling's likeness.

Yet he made some alterations. Though he wore the appearance of the young Zhang Daoling, his own features remained, along with the bearing of the elderly Zhang Daoling.

If Zhang Jingqing saw Lin Feng now, he would definitely find him very familiar.

Because Lin Feng's appearance would remind him of the statue of Zhang Daoling in his Daoist temple.

This, too, was one of Lin Feng's tricks using his power of enchantment.

Only this way could more people realize that immortality truly existed in this world—and that it belonged to Zhang Daoling, the founding patriarch of the Celestial Master Mansion.

"Later, whenever I meet someone else, I can just implant this memory in them. That'll make it easier to draw Black Doctor's attention."

Lin Feng spread his five fingers, and a thick red rod slowly extended from his palm. When it reached the length of a forearm, countless white threads began sprouting from its tip, as smooth and supple as Lin Feng's hair.

In the blink of an eye, a fly whisk appeared in his hand.

The robe Lin Feng had originally worn also changed into a broad black-and-red Daoist robe. The pattern on its back was identical to the one on the robe he had given Zhou Sheng.

That way, if he ran into Wu Gensheng and the others, they would recognize him easily.

Lin Feng raised his hand and gathered a ball of water, slowly stretching it into a smooth water mirror.

He looked at himself in the water mirror, admired the sight for several seconds, then burst into laughter.

That inexplicable laughter startled countless birds in the forest into flight, their fluttering wings blocking out the sunlight overhead.

A dim shadow fell across Lin Feng's face, lending him an unspoken air of eerie wickedness.

"Schemes and plots, come. Let me see whether I can match the wisdom of all humanity."

Lin Feng's eyes brimmed with desire. From that moment onward, his game with Black Doctor had begun.

One month later, in a small city somewhere in Sichuan Province, the Japanese Soldiers had invaded the Central Plains on a massive scale. Some of the Gifted from the northeast had no choice but to retreat here to escape the war.

During this era of chaos, Sichuan Province had also taken over the Central Plains' important position, becoming the region with the greatest concentration of Gifted.

Inside a restaurant in the city, business was still going on, but beneath everyone's carefree expressions lingered an inescapable gloom.

The war had dealt them too heavy a blow. Families had been destroyed, countless friends and relatives had been separated by life and death. They hated the Japanese Soldiers to the bone.

"Young man, one plate of stir-fried vegetables, one steamed bun, and one bowl of rice wine. Thanks."

With both hands tucked inside his wide sleeves, Lin Feng spoke to the waiter greeting customers at the entrance.

Then he took several small pieces of silver from his sleeve and placed them in the waiter's hand. "I've only just come out of seclusion, and this is all I have on me. Will you accept it?"

"Yes! Of course! Daoist master, this way. Please sit here!"

The waiter looked at the broken silver in his palm. It was worth far more than copper coins.

This young Daoist looked like he had lived in the mountains for a long time and seemed unaware of prices down below. With this much money, the waiter could skim quite a bit for himself.

"Thank you."

With his hands still tucked away, Lin Feng followed the waiter to a relatively quiet spot.

"Come on, sweetheart, have a drink!"

Inside a wooden private room with its door half-closed, a middle-aged man dressed like a businessman in a suit was merrily embracing two beautiful women.

His smile narrowed his eyes to slits as he used clumsy Sichuan dialect to tease the two women in his arms.

"Oh my, Boss Zhao~ Don't be so impatient. Tell us more about that thing you mentioned earlier~"

The moment the merchant surnamed Zhao heard the beauty's coquettish voice, a flush visibly crept across his face.

"Fine~ Then I'll tell you!"

Boss Zhao took off his black suit jacket, revealing the white shirt beneath. He loosened the button at his collarbone, raised the freshly poured cup before him, and drained it in one gulp.

"Ever since the Japanese invaded our land of Huaxia, they have committed every evil imaginable. Wherever they pass, they leave devastation behind. So I, Zhao, spent my entire fortune to seek out a Gifted sect rumored in the martial world—an assassination organization renowned throughout the Gifted community!"

At this point, Boss Zhao deliberately paused.

His pause was perfectly timed, making the two seductive beauties in his arms itch with anticipation.

They were clearly engrossed in the story, yet he intentionally stopped at the crucial moment, leaving them painfully curious.

"What happened next? What organization? Boss Zhao~ Tell us~"

The beauty in Boss Zhao's arms frowned and wheedled. Seeing him play coy, she naturally understood what this merchant, so immersed in beauty, wanted.

The beauty sucked a mouthful of wine from the cup in her hand with her rosy lips, then pressed them to Boss Zhao's and slowly fed it to him.

"Boss Zhao~ Tell us~"

"Fine~ Fine~ I'll tell you. Later, I found that sect and met their sect leader."

Boss Zhao chuckled several times before saying with satisfaction, "Think about it. What sect is spoken of most often in Sichuan Province's martial world?"

"What is it?"

"Oh! Could it be the Tang Clan~"

The beauty in Boss Zhao's arms had served many customers in the restaurant and heard plenty of similar rumors.

Naturally, they knew some of the local legends of the martial world.

"That's right! The Tang Clan everyone talks about. But this Tang Clan isn't the kind you hear about from storytellers. They are true patriots! I spent my entire fortune to find the Tang Clan's leader and asked them to openly assassinate the Ninja Head of the Japanese ninja unit, the Hiekizan Ninja Corps! Those Tang Clan masters were truly righteous. The moment they heard I wanted to assassinate Japanese Soldiers, they only took ten gold pieces from the ten million in gold I had prepared. Here, these are for you."

After saying that, Boss Zhao took out two small gold nuggets from his pocket and gave one to each woman.

"In a few days, they'll head to Mian Mountain to carry out the assassination. If they fail, I probably won't live either. Come, let me enjoy myself a little more."

As though he had seen through life and death, Boss Zhao lowered his head and drunkenly buried it in one beauty's ample bosom, letting out a series of contented muffled groans.

The beauty whose chest he had buried himself in blushed and giggled shyly.

"Assassinating the Japanese Ninja Head? Interesting. The abilities those Japanese have are rather strange too. Their sword techniques carry traces of my blade techniques. I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now that I think about it, it should be connected to Black Doctor. Those Japanese Soldiers probably have some connection to Black Doctor as well."

Lin Feng sat in a relatively quiet corner, listening to the conversations around him. He had not expected to hear something so interesting.

He took a bite of the steamed bun, quickly finishing it along with the vegetables on the plate.

"I'll go to Mian Mountain tomorrow. It doesn't seem too far from here."

Lin Feng had originally planned to visit the Tang Clan, but after overhearing this news, he decided to change course temporarily and go to Mian Mountain to watch this interesting assassination.