She Long's face darkened. His large hand pressed firmly on Lin Feng's shoulder, pinning him in place. The veins at his temples throbbed, and the reprimand at the tip of his tongue was forcibly swallowed back down.
This was the Young Master's disciple. If he really scolded him too harshly and this Little Ancestor developed a grudge against Spirit Hall or the Young Master, even ten lives would not be enough to pay for it.
"I was only worried about your safety. If you want to do anything in the future, tell me first. I'll do my best to cooperate with whatever you want to do. Of course, the prerequisite is safety. Safety, and still safety!"
As he spoke, he sighed helplessly and gave a light wave of his hand.
A flash of cold light swept past. Zhou Man's head fell to the ground, rolling to one side. He was dead beyond doubt.
"There, it's safe now."
Though he sounded helpless, he was not displeased in the slightest.
This Little Ancestor might have been greedy and unruly, but he was also an enormous treasure. The exhilarating feeling of his combat strength suddenly doubling earlier was a peak experience he had never felt in most of his life.
Lin Feng keenly noticed the change in She Long's attitude. What had begun as carrying out orders had become indulgence and regard, leaving him with a strange feeling.
It seemed that the status of a top-tier healer was far higher than he had imagined. Even peak experts at the Title Douluo level treated him with courtesy.
He did not dwell on it. Excitedly, he crouched down and swiftly began searching Zhou Man's body.
"Whoa, this Gold Jade Ring—judging by its quality, it's worth at least three thousand Gold Soul Coins!"
"Hiss! He even had a storage Soul Tool."
Lin Feng hurriedly removed the storage Soul Tool ring from Zhou Man's finger. After probing it, he clicked his tongue.
"Only ten cubic meters. A little too small."
But the next second, when he saw the items packed inside, his eyes suddenly lit up with wild delight.
There were gemstone necklaces shimmering with colorful light, rare treasures, a small mountain of Gold Soul Coins, and even several fine-quality treasured blades lying nearby. One look was enough to tell they were valuable.
"Good grief! This old bastard was seriously rich. He carried over a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins with him. I've really struck it rich this time."
Meanwhile,
With a muffled boom, Zhao Wuji, aided by Flender, smashed the last Soul Saint's Martial Soul Avatar with a ferocious punch, completely ending the battle.
Lin Feng looked up and saw more than twenty wounds of varying depths crisscrossing Zhao Wuji's body. Blood had soaked through his clothes. He hurried over, and with a thought,
he first removed the Blade Armor from Zhao Wuji, then equipped him with Tyrant's Armor.
"Uncle Zhao, you've worked hard. Let me restore some of your health."
As soon as Zhao Wuji caught his breath, he clearly felt the hidden injuries left by the fierce battle and the wounds in his flesh being rapidly repaired by a gentle yet vast force of life. The speed was astonishing.
What shocked him even more was that three seconds later, that powerful life recovery suddenly surged, directly doubling!
Under Tyrant's Armor's Revival passive, which restored 1% of maximum health every second,
the wounds that had still been seeping blood visibly scabbed over and healed. Even his torn muscles and meridians recovered quickly.
In barely a dozen seconds, the injuries on his body seemed as though they had never existed. Not even a scar remained.
Standing nearby, She Long clearly sensed Zhao Wuji's aura return to its full peak state within only a few breaths.
His pupils contracted slightly, and another stormy wave rose in his heart.
"Th-this powerful healing ability is in no way inferior to the Nine Heart Begonia, which is said to heal any injury short of death!"
Most crucially, Lin Feng looked completely relaxed, as though he did not even need to pay a price. In this respect alone, he was far stronger than the Nine Heart Begonia.
"This kid is simply an inexhaustible treasure trove. Every move he makes brings a surprise, and each one is more frightening than the last."
At the same time, She Long secretly counted himself fortunate.
Fortunately, the Young Master had possessed exceptional foresight and accepted Lin Feng as his student, bringing him onto their side.
Otherwise, if such a heaven-defying support stood in an enemy camp, forget sleeping peacefully—even at any cost, they would have to eliminate him completely before he grew stronger.
As he was thinking, She Long saw this Little Ancestor of theirs staring straight at the four Soul Saint corpses on the ground, his eyes practically gleaming with gold. She Long helplessly shook his head, raised the Snake Lance in his hand, and lightly swung it.
A cyan-purple edge flashed past, vanishing in an instant.
The four Soul Saints lying on the ground were instantly separated from their heads, dead beyond doubt.
Lin Feng grinned at him.
"Uncle Long, thanks!"
With that, his figure flashed, and he pounced beside the four corpses, enthusiastically beginning his great corpse-looting endeavor.
"Whoa! A Small Gold Pocket Watch. At least 300 Gold Soul Coins—no... why has it become battle-damaged? Sigh, looks like it can still sell for eighty Gold Soul Coins."
"Another storage Soul Tool. Sure enough, Blood Wolf looked like the sort who did plenty of shady business! This counts as eliminating evil."
"Black stockings? And battle-damaged ones? Disgusting. Seriously, what kind of junk is this?"
Watching Lin Feng clutch an armful of rare treasures and several storage Soul Tools, Flender's eyes turned genuinely red with envy.
His eyes rolled as he remembered the corpses of those Soul Kings and Soul Emperors whom Dragon Soldier had dealt with earlier. Without another word, his figure flashed away as he began searching them.
Zhao Wuji stood off to the side with his arms folded. Seeing one old man and one young man rummaging through corpses, the corner of his mouth twitched. Unable to bear watching, he said disdainfully:
"That's fucking embarrassing."
"Uncle Zhao, you don't understand!"
Lin Feng did not even raise his head. He had just picked up a fist-sized pink gemstone, and his eyes immediately lit up as he retorted:
"How is this scavenging? This is clearly the inheritance left behind by fallen experts for those destined to receive it. Damn... another find! This pink gemstone is huge!"
The more he searched, the more excited he became. He loved this blind-box-like feeling, the thrill of never knowing what treasure he might uncover the next second.
Half an hour later,
Lin Feng happily calculated this haul.
He had found three storage Soul Tools, each with a space of several cubic meters. They were not particularly large, but all were packed full.
The Gold and Silver Soul Coins alone, once converted, totaled a full three hundred thousand coins. Piled together, they could form a small mountain.
The number far exceeded his expectations, and his grin nearly reached his ears.
Besides that, there was also a huge pile of precious gemstones of excellent quality. Unfortunately, most had been cracked or chipped by the aftershocks of the battle, turning perfectly good treasures into battle-damaged versions.
Lin Feng clutched his chest at the sight, his heart aching as though it were bleeding.
Just then, a thunderous BOOM rang out!
Dust billowed from the ruins and shattered stones flew everywhere. A pitch-black entrance to a hidden passage abruptly appeared before them.
Flender patted the dust from himself as he emerged from the cloud, pushing up the glasses on his nose.
"Found it. Just as I guessed, that old bastard Zhou Man would definitely build a treasury right under his own nose."
"How did you know?"
Lin Feng dashed to the entrance of the hidden passage, surprise filling his eyes. Then the corner of his mouth curled up as he teased:
"Oh, I couldn't tell before, Headmaster, but you're quite experienced at this! Be honest—how many times have you done this sort of treasure-vault digging?"
Flender snorted and took the lead into the hidden passage.
"If you don't put a treasury in your own lair, are you supposed to leave it outside for others to steal? Besides, that's how it's written in storybooks."
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