136: Chapter 135 The Hundred Nations Conference! Lin Feng: They are strong, but I am stronger.

The central tent was in the very middle of the camp.

It was several times larger than the other tents, its gray canvas billowing slightly in the wind like a crouching giant beast.

A red flag was planted on the top of the tent, snapping loudly in the cold wind, the pentagram on the flag shimmering with golden light in the setting sun.

Two soldiers stood at the entrance of the tent, fully armed, wearing thick cotton coats, their gun muzzles pointing down, their gazes vigilant.

Seeing Staff Officer Zhao, the two saluted simultaneously.

Staff Officer Zhao returned the salute and lifted the tent flap. "Please come in."

Lin Feng bent down and crawled inside.

The tent was very large, capable of holding at least a hundred people.

The ground was covered with a thick carpet; stepping on it felt soft, and no footsteps could be heard.

A few emergency lights hung around the perimeter, emitting a bright white light that illuminated everyone's face clearly.

In the center of the tent stood a huge rectangular table with a dark brown solid wood surface, polished so smooth that the wood's grain was visible.

The table was full of people—men and women, young and old, white, black, and yellow, wearing all kinds of clothes.

Military uniforms were the most common: dark green, dark blue, khaki; the Ranks on their shoulder straps ranged from field officers to general officers, with stars and bars dazzling the eyes.

There were also many Explorer uniforms—white, black, gray—with various badges pinned to their chests.

There were also a few in casual clothes, mixed in among the soldiers, looking particularly conspicuous.

Nameplates were placed on the table, bearing the country names and representative names.

The United States, Russia, the United Kingdom, France, Germany, Japan, South Korea, India, Pakistan, Canada, Australia, Brazil, South Africa...

Small national flags were inserted next to the nameplates—red, white, blue, green—like a miniature United Nations conference hall.

Lin Feng followed Staff Officer Zhao to the end of the table, where there was an empty seat with a nameplate that read: China, Lin Feng.

He sat down and leaned his dragon slaying sword against the edge of the table.

The blade was pitch black, shimmering with a ghostly light under the white lights.

Sitting opposite him was a young white man, blond and blue-eyed, wearing a dark blue military uniform with a major's Rank on his shoulders.

The nameplate read: United States, Johnson.

He glanced at Lin Feng, his gaze pausing on his face for a moment before landing on the dragon slaying sword at his waist, his mouth curling slightly with a hint of disdain.

Then he turned his head and whispered something to a black officer next to him, and both of them laughed.

Lin Feng ignored him.

He looked around, sizing up these people.

The US side had sent three people, two men and one woman, all in military uniforms, looking relaxed as if they were on vacation.

Johnson was the leader; the black officer next to him was burly like an iron tower, with a captain's Rank on his shoulders, and his nameplate read: Williams.

The female officer sat on the very edge, with short hair and a round face, looking very young, but her eyes were sharp, and her nameplate read: Anderson.

The Russian side also sent three, all burly men wearing khaki military coats, looking like three polar bears.

The leader was bald with a scar on his face stretching from his eyebrow to his chin, like a centipede crawling on his face.

He sat in his chair, which creaked, and his nameplate read: Ivanov.

The one next to him was slightly thinner but still broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, and his nameplate read: Petrov.

The third had a big beard, looking like an old hunter from the forest, and his nameplate read: Sergei.

The Japanese side sent three, wearing black Explorer uniforms, sitting straight with serious expressions.

The leader wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked refined, but his eyes were bright, like two unsheathed knives, and his nameplate read: Ichiro Sato.

The young man next to him had a crew cut, sitting bolt upright like an unsheathed samurai sword, and his nameplate read: Taro Yamamoto.

The third was a woman with long hair and a cold face, sitting there motionless like a porcelain doll, and her nameplate read: Yumi Tanaka.

The South Korean side also sent three, wearing white Explorer uniforms with Taegeukgi badges pinned to their chests.

The leader was young and handsome, like a male lead from a Korean drama, and his nameplate read: Park Jung-hwan.

The one next to him was a bit older, wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking very refined, and his nameplate read: Kim Sung-soo.

The third was a short-haired woman with sharp eyes like a leopard ready to pounce, and her nameplate read: Lee Soo-min.

The Indian side sent three, wearing khaki military uniforms, with dark skin and shrewd eyes.

The leader had a big beard and wore a turban, and his nameplate read: Singh.

The Skinny Tall Guy next to him wore round-rimmed glasses and looked like a scholar, and his nameplate read: Patel.

The third was a short, stocky man with a gold chain around his neck, looking like an upstart, and his nameplate read: Rajput.

The Pakistani side also sent three, wearing green military uniforms with resolute faces.

The leader had a short beard and firm eyes, and his nameplate read: Ali.

The young man next to him looked very shy, like a fresh college graduate, and his nameplate read: Hussein.

The third was a middle-aged man with traces of weathering on his face and thick calluses on his hands, and his nameplate read: Rahman.

The European side didn't come by country but by Alliance.

The EU sent three representatives, one man and two women, wearing uniform dark blue outfits with the EU flag embroidered on their chests.

The leader was French, with an exquisite beard, who liked to gesticulate while talking, and his nameplate read: Dupont.

The German woman next to him had short, neat hair and a serious expression, like a precision machine, and his nameplate read: Schneider.

The third was Italian, with long hair and deep features, looking very artistic, and his nameplate read: Bertini.

Representatives from other countries sat scattered about—Canada, Australia, Brazil, South Africa, Turkey, Saudi Arabia...

Large and small, dozens of countries, hundreds of people, filled the entire tent to the brim.

The main seat was empty.

That was the seat reserved for the Chinese host.

A stack of documents lay on the table, with the national emblem printed in red on the cover.

Lin Feng picked up the document in front of him and flipped to the first page.

Above was an introduction to the Secret Realm—Codename: Kunlun Ruins.

Location: Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, XX North Latitude, XX East Longitude.

Type: Immortal Cave Secret Realm (suspected remnants of an ancient great power).

Danger Rank: Unknown (suggested S-Rank or above).

Entry Restriction: Rank 50 or below, Mental Energy 1500 or above, Physique Prodigy-level or above.

Number Limit: Maximum 3 people per country, total not exceeding 100 people.

Opening Time: Expected within 48 hours.

The following pages were preliminary exploration reports of the Secret Realm.

The spatial structure was extremely unstable, with strong internal energy fluctuations, and it was suspected that there were multiple Restrictions and guardian beasts.

According to energy reflection calculations, the interior space of the Secret Realm was huge, at least tens of square kilometers.

There might be building complexes, medicinal gardens, Spiritual Veins, and other relics.

The risk was extremely high, and it was recommended to enter in teams, but the final entry plan would be decided by negotiations between countries.

Lin Feng finished reading and closed the document.

He looked up and found that the US officer opposite him, Johnson, was watching him.

The two stared at each other for a second, then Johnson looked away and took a sip of coffee from the table.

The tent flap was lifted, and a middle-aged man walked in.

He was in his early fifties, wearing casual clothes, with graying hair, a thin face, and old-fashioned round-rimmed glasses.

He walked to the main seat and sat down, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Everyone, I am the Chinese person in charge of this Secret Realm exploration, surnamed Chen."

"Today's meeting is mainly about two things."

"First, to report the latest situation of the Secret Realm."

"Second, to determine the entry plan and the list of personnel."

He flipped open the document in front of him and pushed up his glasses.

"Let's talk about the first thing first."

"According to our latest exploration data, the spatial fluctuations at the entrance of the Secret Realm are becoming more frequent and are expected to reach a peak within 36 to 48 hours."

"At that time, the entrance will open briefly."

"The opening time is expected to be 72 hours."

"After 72 hours, the entrance will close."

"The next opening time is unknown."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room.

"Therefore, everyone only has 72 hours."

The tent was quiet for a moment, and then a buzzing sound began.

Representatives from various countries whispered to each other, discussing in low voices.

Johnson leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, with a relaxed expression, as if listening to something trivial.

Ivanov was expressionless, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, making a thumping sound.

Ichiro Sato pushed up his glasses, looked down at the document, and said nothing.

Park Jung-hwan turned his head and whispered a few words to Kim Sung-soo next to him, and both nodded.

Singh stroked his beard, squinting, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ali sat bolt upright, his gaze firm.

Dupont gestured with his hands, saying something to Schneider next to him, with an exaggerated expression.

Mr. Chen waited for a while and raised his hand to signal for silence.

"The second thing, the entry plan."

"According to international practice, for a Secret Realm in this location, the discovering country takes the lead, and it is jointly developed with surrounding countries."

"Each country sends three people to enter the Secret Realm, each relying on their own abilities."

"This point has already been agreed upon, and will not be discussed further."

He flipped to the next page.

"What needs to be determined today is who these three people are."

He flipped the document to the last page, which contained a table listing the rosters of each country.

Most were already filled in, only a few countries were still empty.

Mr. Chen looked up. "The list has been confirmed through diplomatic channels, and today is just a final check. If there are no objections, this will be the final list."

Johnson raised his hand. "Who is the Chinese representative?"

His Chinese was fluent, with a bit of a Beijing accent.

Mr. Chen looked at Lin Feng. "Lin Feng. Rank 48, S-Rank Explorer."

The tent went quiet again.

Dozens of eyes looked at Lin Feng in unison.

Those gazes contained curiosity, scrutiny, assessment, and disdain.

Johnson also looked at him, the half-smile on his mouth curling up again.

"Rank 48? S-Rank?" He paused. "But I heard he has an F-Rank Talent?"

A low buzzing sound rang out in the tent.

F-Rank Talent?

A person with F-Rank Talent, representing China to enter the Secret Realm?

Those gazes changed, becoming complex.

Some frowned, some shook their heads, some had smiles on their lips.

Lin Feng sat there, motionless.

He looked at Johnson expressionlessly, not speaking.

Mr. Chen pushed up his glasses. "Although Comrade Lin Feng has an F-Rank Talent, his combat capability has already been recognized by the country's top leadership."

"In the Yanjiao tournament that ended not long ago, he defeated seven warriors of the Iron Bone Clan alone, making a decisive contribution to the recovery of Yanjiao."

His voice was not loud, but every word was very clear.

"This achievement, among everyone present, can anyone do it?"

The tent was quiet.

Johnson's smile froze on his face.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

The tapping of Ivanov's fingers stopped.

He looked at Lin Feng, the expression on his scarred face changing from indifference to seriousness.

Ichiro Sato pushed up his glasses, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes behind the lenses.

Park Jung-hwan's smile faded; he re-evaluated Lin Feng, as if re-assessing the value of an item.

Singh's hand stroking his beard stopped.

Ali sat straighter.

Dupont's gesturing hands stopped in mid-air.

Lin Feng sat there, facing those gazes.

He did not speak, nor did he smile, just calmly looking back at everyone.

Mr. Chen closed the document. "If there are no objections, the list is confirmed."

"Gather at the Secret Realm entrance tomorrow morning."

"We will notify everyone of the specific opening time as soon as possible."

He stood up. "Meeting adjourned."

Representatives from various countries stood up one after another and walked out of the tent.