That was quite unexpected.
Although he knew the "Seven Warlords of the Sea" were essentially dead buddies, and his [Thief's Gate Secret Art] was hardly an orthodox art at its core, with the potential for backlash.
He wasn't particularly afraid, though.
The backlash from the [Thief's Gate Secret Art] was useless against him.
If a man was tough enough, even a tiger could turn into a silver-shaded house cat.
But his buddies were usually quiet and taciturn, working without complaint. Seeing them suddenly become like this genuinely baffled Lin Feng.
Could his blood help them attain enlightenment, too?
That would be genuine spiritual awakening.
So I was Tang Sanzang all along!
My flesh and blood actually had such benefits.
Realization dawned on Lin Feng, but when he asked, his buddies fell silent again. He discovered it wasn't that they refused to talk.
More importantly, they didn't know how to explain it.
They understood only a limited number of things. For everything else, Lin Feng had to teach them before they could act accordingly. Even their calling him "my lord" left him wondering where that had come from.
"Clean up the traces outside."
Lin Feng gave them the order while observing them, and found that they faithfully carried out their task.
Judging by how solid their forms had become.
They should have reached the fifteenth level of the [Thief's Gate Secret Art: Five-Ghost Transport Art], enough to carry off an ordinary household's gold and silver and withstand some of a strong man's blood vitality. In ancient times, even among the experts of the Thief's Gate, few had reached this level.
Many died from backlash before getting this far.
Because these buddies had consumed [Ritual Incense], their resistance to blood vitality seemed even stronger.
Lin Feng had them lift a rock. At