Chapter 129: A “Due Diligence Report” from a Demonic Overlord

Inside Chu Feng’s temporary office, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

A massive map of the Eastern Wasteland covered the entire table.

Chu Feng’s finger rested on the westernmost edge of the map, on that pitch-black region marked as “Taboo.”

Ten Thousand Souls Cavern.

Just looking at those three words made it seem as though one could smell the bloodiness and putrid stench rising from beneath the Nine Netherworlds.

“President, this is everything I pried out of that old bastard’s mouth. It’s all here!”

The office door was kicked open, and Zhao Wuji rushed in excitedly like a lapdog eager to claim credit.

In his hands, he held a thick stack of beast-hide paper, covered in crooked charcoal lines and ghostly, talisman-like annotations.

The corner of Chu Feng’s eye twitched.

This former Demonic Overlord, now the “Director of Corporate Culture and Strategic Development,” had completely let himself go on the path of being a lackey.

“Good work, Director Zhao.”

Chu Feng accepted the stack of “maps” expressionlessly and casually asked,

“Where is the man?”

“Hehe,”

A lewd grin appeared on Zhao Wuji’s face.

“That old bastard is chatting right now with our group’s newly hired ‘Mental Health Consultant.’”

“I guarantee that at this point, even seeing a sow would make him think she looked delicate and pretty. He won’t ever be able to get tough again in this lifetime.”

Chu Feng could not be bothered with his filthy talk and focused his attention on the map.

It had to be said that although Zhao Wuji’s methods were not presentable, the results were outstanding.

This map detailed the terrain within several hundred li around the outskirts of Ten Thousand Souls Cavern—where the yin veins were, where soul beast nests lay, and even where natural caves suitable for temporary shelter existed. Everything was marked with perfect clarity.

This was simply a beginner village walkthrough guide!

“Well done.”

Chu Feng rarely offered praise.

“This month’s KPI will be counted as exceeding the target.”

“Thank you for President’s cultivation!”

Zhao Wuji was so excited that his face flushed red, as though he had received an immense favor.

“Besides the map, was there anything else?”

Chu Feng asked.

“Yes! A major discovery!”

Zhao Wuji quickly lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.

“President, that old bastard said that Ten Thousand Souls Cavern is fundamentally not a dead land!”

“Oh?”

Chu Feng’s interest was piqued.

“It’s a living thing! Like a gigantic beast in slumber, with its own breathing!”

The more Zhao Wuji spoke, the more excited he became, waving his hands as he gestured.

“This ‘giant beast’ enters a ‘dormant period’ once every hundred years, lasting for a full month.”

“During this time, the resentful soul storms inside it weaken drastically, and the yin-yang aura stabilizes.”

“This is the only chance to enter it—and have hope of coming out alive!”

Chu Feng’s heart stirred, and he immediately asked:

“When is the next dormant period?”

Zhao Wuji counted on his fingers, then slapped his thigh hard.

“President! Heaven is helping us! According to what that old bastard said, if you calculate the time, it will be in half a month!”

Half a month!

Chu Feng’s breathing became slightly hurried.

This timing was too—

But it also meant he would not need to wait another hundred years.

Leng Yanran was saved!

“And also,”

Zhao Wuji pulled out another separate piece of beast hide from his robes, showing a rough sketch of a temple.

“That old bastard also said that the entrance to Ten Thousand Souls Cavern is occupied by a ghostly place called ‘Nirvana Zen Monastery.’”

“A Zen monastery?”

Chu Feng frowned.

“Yes! A bunch of fake monks!”

Zhao Wuji curled his lips, disdain written all over his face.

“These bald donkeys don’t cultivate Buddhism and don’t ferry wronged souls. Instead, they cultivate some bullshit ‘karma reincarnation.’”

“To put it plainly, they’re a bunch who recognize money but not people!”

“They’re the biggest ‘soul’ black-market merchants in the Eastern Wasteland. Anything related to divine sense or souls, they resell it.”

“It’s said that they even dare to put up the remnants of Immortals’ souls for auction!”

“If you want to pass through them and enter Ten Thousand Souls Cavern, there’s only one word—money!”

“Or you trade with treasures that catch their eye.”

“In short, without paying a serious price, you won’t even step through their mountain gate.”

After hearing this, Chu Feng did not feel worried at all. Instead, the corner of his mouth curled into a meaningful smile.

Good.

Very good.

He was only afraid that the other party would be desireless and unyielding.

As long as they recognized money and treasures, this matter would be easy.

In this world, there was no business that Chu Feng could not negotiate!

“Director Zhao, you’ve rendered great service this time.”

Chu Feng patted Zhao Wuji’s shoulder.

“This ‘due diligence report’ is extremely perfect.”

“It has provided invaluable first-hand information for our upcoming ‘project advancement.’”

“To relieve President’s worries and dedicate myself to the group is my honor!”

Zhao Wuji puffed out his chest and shouted slogans.

Chu Feng ignored him. His gaze returned to the map, his eyes gleaming sharply.

Nirvana Zen Monastery… soul black market…

A bolder, crazier idea suddenly took shape in his mind.

Going to Ten Thousand Souls Cavern just to find a single piece of Nine-Orifice Soul-Nurturing Jade—wasn’t that vision a bit too small?

That place, since it was the largest “soul resource treasury” in the Eastern Wasteland, then on this trip, could he perhaps… do a bit of “risk investment” on the side?

For example, take down the “exclusive mining rights” of the entire Ten Thousand Souls Cavern?

At that thought, even Chu Feng’s breathing turned scorching.

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