Chapter 58: The Immortals

Schneider and Manstein exchanged a glance, then rang the little bronze bell on the door.

“Come in, gentlemen,” Angers called from within.

Schneider pushed open the door, and the first thing he saw was shelf after shelf of books. Volume upon volume rose all the way to the top of the little building. Golden sunlight suffused the courtyard, and Angers sat in that radiance, drinking tea, while squirrels darted back and forth across the shelves.

“I already know what you’ve come to discuss. Don’t look so glum. Come upstairs and talk.”

The two of them entered without paying any attention to their father’s questioning gaze, instead searching around on their own.

“That is simply the kind of person I am. I’m sorry to have disappointed your high hopes, Supreme Elder.” As the Eighth Elder spoke, he stopped paying any attention to the Supreme Elder and turned instead toward Lin Feng.

“What do you mean, ‘not very good’?” The world was already in such turmoil, and with one vague remark that things were “not very good,” she expected to dismiss him? How could he possibly explain that to the demons waiting for him in the courtyard?

Although he had recovered at the cost of exhausting himself, a lingering aftereffect remained. His condition waxed and waned, and sometimes he could no longer control his own actions—something that had never happened before. He therefore knew that some part of his mind had been damaged by the mechanism inside the device.

Compared with these people, Yan Dongyang’s greatest distinction was that he possessed ambition. Whenever he saw Yan Nanyang and the others occupying their posts without doing any work, spending all day eating, drinking, and amusing themselves, his teeth ached with resentment.

Feng Yongcun was called over by his old friend, and the two began chatting warmly. After Zhao Zilong learned this shocking news, he inexplicably felt a trace of smug satisfaction well up inside him.

Whether the matter was right or wrong, as the military commander he had a duty to shoulder responsibility—to step forward at a critical moment and stand up for his brothers. That was what made a commander worthy of affection and loyalty.

“What… are you going to do?” The moment he spoke, he realized that fear had distorted his voice into several different pitches.

If Lin Feng had said the information came from one of his secret agents, she would have believed him without question. But Lin Feng claimed it was merely her own guess, and that was simply too unconvincing.

“Good! Cult Master, you must be exhausted from the journey. Go back and get some proper rest. Caiqing will take care of things here.” The Cult Master was always rushing straight over from the Blue Ridge Kingdom for the sake of the Princess Consort, barely stopping to rest along the way. It made her feel rather sorry for him.

“That was what I was worried about as well. I never expected it to actually happen. It seems General Cui has developed a deep attachment to that Ganjiang Sword. I can understand how reluctant you are to part with it.” Li Zicheng tried to console him.

One hundred and eighteen days. His heart seemed ready to burst from his chest, and he felt as though a hairy caterpillar were crawling across his palm.

He lowered his head, no one knowing what he was thinking. His feet rubbed together from time to time. If this had been in the past, I certainly would have reacted—but today, at this very moment, if I reacted again, then I would no longer be Lin Feng.

Yet three people present knew that Taishi Ci was not so foolish. Since he had chosen two hundred meters, he must have believed he had a chance of winning; otherwise, he would never have made such a choice without certainty. Either do nothing, or do it well—such was the principle by which renowned generals like Taishi Ci conducted themselves.

“My king, calm your anger. How could a mere hunter possibly kill you? Besides, our soldiers guard Demon Mountain day and night. How could he harm even a single hair on your head?” The Stranger stroked the heaving chest of the Dark Lord and spoke in a composed voice.

That brother-in-law of mine was nothing but an ignorant wastrel. Only after my wife threatened to cry, make a scene, and hang herself did I go to great lengths to secure him a job as a traffic officer. That was enough to make amends to his family. All I asked was that he not cause me any trouble.

Although Purple Radiant Heaven, the Wheel of Fate, and the others would find it very difficult to face ten Shenluo powerhouses of the same rank at once, they should still have little trouble escaping.