ain. He was in front of an old man in white clothes. (1/2)

“Teacher, what do you intend to do with Lin Feng?” Zhi Ze Chen asked respectfully, standing at the top of an unknown mount

The old man in white clothes had his hands clasped behind his back. His long robe was fluttering in the wind, looking heroic and powerful. When the old man heard Zhi Ze Chen, he frowned, turned around and replied, “Don’t get involved. You cannot imagine what his enemies’ identities is like. You shouldn’t get involved, or you’ll get in trouble.”

“But teacher… Don’t you support Lin Feng?” said Zhi Ze Chen. He didn’t understand. He looked at the old man with his eyes wide. He hadn’t thought that Ancestor Kong would say that.

“I do support Lin Feng. I even asked Mister Time to bring him to this world. Initially, I hoped he would become my heir, however…”

Ancestor Kong suddenly pulled a long face. He seemed unhappy, yet helpless. It was difficult to understand what he was really thinking.

Zhi Ze Chen had never seen his teacher like this. His teacher looked perplexed and confused. His teacher was normally always calm, unconcerned with worldly affairs. Zhi Ze Chen couldn’t understand what Ancestor Kong was feeling.

“Anyway, stop asking about it. The situation is extremely complex. We can’t take care of Lin Feng. If he can survive, then he’s lucky. Otherwise…” Ancestor Kong waved his hand.

Zhi Ze Chen didn’t understand, and didn’t know what to say. After a long time, Zhi Ze Chen finally nodded. Since Ancestor Kong said that, then the situation was really complex. He was a medium-level Supreme God and he couldn’t do anything, even for the one he had hoped would become his heir.

Zhi Ze Chen left the mountain. Ancestor Kong stood there silently, but he could sense some Qi which didn’t belong to San Country. It was a powerful Qi.

Ancestor Kong didn’t care that Lin Feng was in danger. Zhi Ze Chen understood that. Lin Feng had to do his best to survive from now on. Zhi Ze Chen sighed. Poor Lin Feng… He had started cultivation in a small world, he had progressed so much; it would be a pity if he died in the Country of Eternity!

But Zhi Ze Chen could understand what was going on now, because anything was possible in the Country of Eternity. Many extremely strong young geniuses were killed every day. No matter how strong and famous a Supreme God was, they could always become someone’s stepping stone and be killed.

Zhi Ze Chen sensed a powerful humming Qi. He couldn’t imagine what was going to happen. He really hoped Lin Feng wouldn’t be killed, especially in his cell in the imperial palace of San Country.

That’s the only solution. What else could he do?, thought Zhi Ze Chen with a pained look. Three high-level Supreme Gods wanted to kill Lin Feng, after all!

It was always the same thing; strong cultivators had power over weak cultivators.

That was the law of the jungle. The weak were the prey of the strong… Lin Feng probably understood that more than ever.

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It felt cold in the prison of San Country’s imperial palace. Many people were imprisoned there. Many people admired the one who was in the last cell of the prison, the one who had killed a State Teacher.

Lin Feng was seated in his cell. The air was putrid, and smelled like blood. There was dry blood in the cell. Lin Feng didn’t mind, though. The only thing that made him angry was that at the beginning everything was fine, he had become the champion of San Country, and now he was in a prison cell. In the future, he wouldn’t be able to become the real ruler of that place, and that future was really uncertain.

Lin Feng wasn’t stupid; he understood that his situation was extremely complex. Even the Leader of San Country couldn’t compete with those people. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have treated Lin Feng like this.

But Lin Feng never forgot when someone did him wrong. Since the Leader of San Country had agreed to do what those people had asked him to do, he had accepted becoming Lin Feng’s enemy, and Lin Feng never forgave his enemies. If Lin Feng had the chance to leave that cell someday, he would definitely settle accounts.

“Food!”

A disciple brought a plate and a cup to Lin Feng. He stopped in front of his cell, crouched down, and threw the food and the liquid on the floor. It all scattered there. Lin Feng smelled the rot. The disciple stood up and got ready to leave.

“Pick up the food,” Lin Feng said, his head low. He didn’t look at the disciple, but he sounded dignified and majestic. When the disciple heard that, he paled as he looked at Lin Feng. Suddenly, he had the impression he was facing a demon, the demon who had killed a State Teacher just the day before.

“You… You better not act too arrogantly. I don’t fear you,” said the disciple resolutely. He got ready to walk away. He didn’t feel like staying there anymore at all.