Chapter 227: Chapter 177: Phantom Leopard 2

Seeing Fang De getting more and more out of line with his words, Bu Zheng’s face suddenly turned gloomy as he reprimanded, “With all these possibilities you’re listing, are you hoping Lin Feng dies in the Demon Spirit Realm?”

This startled Fang De, who quickly replied, “Is that necessary? I’m just making hypotheticals, of course I don’t want that brat to die in the Demon Spirit Realm.”

Although Fang De disliked Lin Feng and thought his entering the Demon Spirit Realm was a huge waste, he wasn’t actually wishing for Lin Feng to die.

No matter what, even if the Demon Spirit Lin Feng refined was just First Grade, his combat talent and martial arts talent are monstrously outstanding—this is undeniable. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to become a Martial King in the future.

Red Cloud University has over ten thousand students—how many do you think can become Martial Kings in the end?

A Martial King, as the guardian of a city, holds an exalted status.

So even if Lin Feng focuses only on martial arts, he’s still far stronger than most people.

Bu Zheng’s expression was cold and detached: “If you’re not hoping that, then shut up and wait quietly—my time is far more valuable than yours. I haven’t left, so what are you in a rush for?”

Seeing Bu Zheng angry, Fang De forced a helpless smile and didn’t dare to complain any further, afraid he’d really piss Bu Zheng off.

At Red Cloud University, everyone thinks Bu Zheng is just a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, unable to refine demon spirits. But only a few people know the brilliance and madness of his past.

Back then, Bu Zheng, who was known as the Blood Dragon, was a nightmare for many people.

Fang De was one of them.

After giving Fang De a scolding, Bu Zheng gazed coolly at the array beneath his feet, a flicker of unease in his heart.

Even if he had confidence in Lin Feng’s strength, no matter how gifted Lin Feng was at combat, inside the Demon Spirit Realm and facing the Alien Race, it’s never a one-on-one situation.

…..

Shangjing.

Cloud Mist Mountain.

“Even I misjudged him.”

Watching the media’s report on Lin Feng entering the Demon Spirit Realm on the light curtain, Yang Qingtian showed a self-mocking, bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

Who would’ve thought, his pick for an absolute genius, the future child of glory, gifted to the point of monstrosity—Lin Feng—ended up refining a First Grade demon spirit.

A wasted First Grade demon spirit!

This nineteen-year-old kid tricked everyone!

He himself included.

Now Lin Feng’s spent three days in the Demon Spirit Realm without returning; most likely something bad has happened to him.

For this, Yang Qingtian wasn’t particularly grief-stricken.

Because Lin Feng had only refined a First Grade demon spirit.

If he died, it’s no real loss.

Yang Qing was rather silent.

For some reason, when he learned Lin Feng had refined a First Grade demon spirit, he felt a weight lift off his chest.

This way, as Lin Feng’s father, he wouldn’t have to beg Lin Feng to return to the family.

…

Great Wall University.

“Ya Ge, you’ve been out of sorts these past few days—are you worried about Lin Feng?”

Looking at Ya Ge, whose eyes were filled with confusion, Feng Yining asked with some concern.

“Mm.”

Ya Ge nodded and didn’t deny it.

Three days ago, when she heard Lin Feng had signed with Ju Xing, her feelings were complicated.

She considered many possible reasons for Lin Feng choosing Ju Xing.

She even guessed that maybe Lin Feng did it for her.

The club’s upper management had even wanted to build the two of them up as the star couple CP.

But after she learned Lin Feng had refined a First Grade demon spirit, all that became impossible.

Ya Ge felt a little lost, but more than anything, she was relieved.

Just like when Lin Feng suggested breaking up back then.

Now with Lin Feng gone in the Demon Spirit Realm for three days, she was still worried.

No matter what, they grew up together as childhood friends.

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Otherworld.

Dragon King Hall.

The grand golden hall stretched a hundred meters high, covering a vast area with no end in sight. There were over a hundred pillars, each two meters in diameter, and every single one was coiled by a lifelike demon dragon.

“You mean a human is robbing people in the Demon Spirit Realm?” A young man with a single horn on his head asked in surprise.

The youth was tall—at least two meters—clad in a grayish-blue robe, silver spear in hand, an air of sharpness between his brows.

A human robbing people in the Demon Spirit Realm—what an utter joke!

When did the Human Race get this kind of nerve?

Keep in mind, his people have a lot in the Demon Spirit Realm.

He also entered the Demon Spirit Realm last year and personally caught a human, turning him into his own slave.

“Yes, master, the intel’s been verified.”

A pitch-black figure knelt in front of the Alien youth, reporting the latest news: “This human is very strong. Three people from Star Moon Hall collecting demon spirits were attacked—two slain, the third had an arm chopped off and barely escaped.”

“If someone could make Star Moon Hall take a hit, that’s interesting. Could he have even robbed MY demon spirit?”

The Alien youth was clearly intrigued. He looked at the black-clad figure and asked, “Zhang Shengyuan, wanna come with me to meet this badass of yours?”

Zhang Shengyuan!

If anyone from Demon Star University heard this name, they’d definitely be shocked and familiar.

Because five years ago, this name stood for the then rookie king—a super genius. Only five years ago, Zhang Shengyuan entered the Demon Spirit Realm and never returned; people assumed he was dead.

Zhang Shengyuan slowly lifted his head, looking little different than back then, except that a black horned mark now adorned the center of his forehead; in the Alien Race, that signifies a slave.

“Yes!”

Zhang Shengyuan nodded, his slightly vacant eyes now holding a trace of complex emotion.

…

Demon Spirit Realm.

The appointed time had come; at this point, Lin Feng was carrying a hundred and fifty crystal balls, worth a whopping seventy to eighty billion.

Now, Lin Feng was a man worth seventy to eighty billion.

Soon, Lin Feng arrived at the first appointed spot.

Lin Feng had deliberately arranged the appointment spots far apart to avoid the Alien Race gathering in one place. But what he didn’t expect was that at the first appointed location, sixteen figures were quietly waiting for him.

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