165: Chapter 164 A dozen foreigners? Kill them all and let you choose! Ragged Robe: No foreign devils!
Xiao Jin ran in front, its six golden legs carving trails into the sand, like a tireless little excavator.
It had been running for over an hour and found a dozen or so items—Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, equipment, and Materials—piled up inside the wanxiang ring like a small mountain.
Lin Feng followed behind, in a good mood, his steps light and a smile on his lips.
The black mass floated behind him, no longer muttering, but it kept following him like an obedient little puppy.
The desert was still the same desert: dusty and lifeless.
But the way Lin Feng looked at it had changed; it wasn't a desert anymore, it was a treasure vault.
The Taotie was dead, the Seal was broken, and the Restrictions in the Secret Realm had weakened significantly.
The things that were previously hidden by the Seal were now all exposed.
Xiao Jin had found many, but there were still many left to find.
Lin Feng wasn't in a rush; he had plenty of time.
Xiao Jin suddenly stopped and crouched on the ground, its purple antennae twitching rapidly, like two antennas detecting something.
It tilted its head, its compound eyes flashing with excitement, then it suddenly stood up and dashed in one direction.
It was fast, like a black bullet.
Lin Feng followed, and the black mass followed as well.
After running for about ten minutes, a group of people appeared on the horizon ahead.
It wasn't one or two, but a whole group—over a dozen of them, scattered in twos and threes in front of a collapsed hall.
They were wearing all kinds of uniforms—dark blue, khaki, black, white—with various badges pinned to their chests.
Lin Feng didn't recognize those badges; they weren't American, Japanese, Korean, or European, but from small countries he had never heard of.
The Philippines, Indonesia, Vietnam, Myanmar, Laos, Cambodia, and a few others whose names he couldn't recall.
Those people were crouching in front of the hall, some turning over rubble, some digging in the sand, and others using instruments to scan.
Beside them were piles of items—Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, equipment, and Materials—all just dug out from the ruins.
They were sweating profusely, but their faces were full of excitement, like a group of miners who had discovered a gold mine.
Lin Feng stopped and stood in the distance, watching the group.
The black mass floated beside him. "Do you know them?"
Lin Feng shook his head. "No."
"Then what do you want to do?"
Lin Feng didn't answer, just kept watching the group.
Those people were still digging, turning things over, and scanning.
The things they were digging up all belonged to the Taixu Dojo.
Those Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, equipment, and Materials were all left behind by the Old Ancestor.
Now they were being dug up by a group of foreigners who intended to take them away.
He looked at those items, and his gaze turned cold.
The black mass sensed his killing intent. "You... are you going to kill them?"
Lin Feng didn't answer; he drew the dragon slaying sword and the azure thunder sword from the wanxiang ring.
With both swords in hand, the golden light and azure thunder intertwined, lighting up the entire desert.
He turned around and looked at the black mass. "Don't you want a body? Pick one from these people. Whichever one you like, I'll fuse his body for you."
The black mass was stunned. "You... what did you say?"
Lin Feng pointed at the group. "Pick one. Tall, short, fat, thin—the choice is yours. Whichever one you like, I'll kill him and give you his body. I'll use my Fusion Talent to fuse your consciousness with his body. That way, you'll have a body."
The black mass looked at the group, then back at Lin Feng, speechless.
It hadn't expected Lin Feng to help it in this way.
Killing, seizing a corpse, and Fusion.
It thought Lin Feng would look for Materials, Spirit Stones, medicinal herbs, or Ore.
It didn't expect Lin Feng to go straight for living people.
It hesitated. "They... they are also humans..."
Lin Feng looked at it. "They are not humans. They are thieves. Thieves stealing the Old Ancestor's things."
He paused. "You've guarded the dojo for ten thousand years; aren't you heartbroken to see it dug up like this?"
The black mass looked at the group, looked at the things they had dug up, and fell silent.
Those people were still digging, turning things over, and scanning.
They dug out a Spirit Stone and shouted with excitement.
They dug out a Medicinal Pill and carefully put it away.
They dug out a piece of equipment and examined it over and over.
The black mass looked at those items, and an indescribable feeling welled up in its heart.
Those things were what it had guarded for ten thousand years.
That person's things, the Taixu Dojo's things.
Now they were being dug up by a group of outsiders who intended to take them away.
It felt heartbroken.
"Pick one," Lin Feng said again.
The black mass looked at the group for a long time.
Then it spoke. "That one. The short one in black clothes."
Lin Feng looked in the direction it was pointing.
A young man in a black Explorer uniform, short and chubby, with a round face and small eyes, was crouching on the ground digging for a Spirit Stone.
He was digging very earnestly, sweating profusely, but his smile was radiant.
Lin Feng nodded. "Fine."
He carried the two swords and walked toward the group.
The black mass called out from behind. "You... are you really going to kill them?"
Lin Feng didn't answer.
His steps were neither fast nor slow, his boots making dull sounds as they trod on the sand.
The group was still busy and hadn't noticed him.
When he got within fifty meters of them, a Skinny Tall Guy in a khaki uniform looked up and saw him.
The Skinny Tall Guy froze for a moment, then pointed at Lin Feng and muttered a string of words.
Lin Feng couldn't understand, but he could read the Skinny Tall Guy's expression—vigilance, nervousness, fear.
The others also looked up and saw Lin Feng.
They put down what was in their hands, stood up, and looked at Lin Feng.
A dozen pairs of eyes stared straight at him.
Lin Feng stopped and looked at them. "Put down the things and get out."
His voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet desert, everyone could hear him.
The dozen or so people looked at each other, but no one moved.
They couldn't understand Chinese, but they could understand the tone.
The tone told them—leave or die.
A middle-aged man in a white uniform walked out and stood at the very front.
He had a short beard and wore gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a scholar.
He spoke in fluent English. "Who are you? By what right do you tell us to put down our things?"
Lin Feng looked at him. "I am the master of this place. These things are mine."
His English wasn't very good, but he could understand it and speak a few sentences.
The middle-aged man laughed. "Yours? This is a Secret Realm, a masterless land. Whoever finds it, it belongs to them."
He pointed at the pile of items on the ground, "These were all found by us; they are ours."
Lin Feng looked at him, then at the pile of items.
Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, equipment, and Materials were piled on the ground like a heap of trash.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the middle-aged man. "Last time I'll say it: put down the things and get out."
The middle-aged man's smile vanished.
He looked at Lin Feng, his gaze turning cold. "Who do you think you are? One person, thinking you can take on a dozen of us?"
He looked back at the others, "Brothers, someone has come looking for death."
The dozen or so people drew weapons from their waists—scimitars, short sticks, spears, daggers—glinting coldly under the grey sky.
They surrounded Lin Feng, encircling him in the middle.
Lin Feng stood there, both swords hanging at his sides, looking at them as if they were already dead.
The middle-aged man drew the long sword from his waist; the blade was thin and long, flashing with a cold light.
He walked up to Lin Feng, pointing the tip of his sword at Lin Feng's chest. "One last chance: get out. Otherwise—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Lin Feng moved. The dragon slaying sword swept across, a golden Sword Qi slicing through the middle-aged man's neck.
Pfft—blood sprayed out, the middle-aged man's head flew up, spun a few times in the air, landed on the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped in a pile of rubble.
His body was still standing, the wound on his neck like a fountain, blood gushing out and staining the sand red.
Then the body collapsed, hitting the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
The remaining people were stunned.
They looked at the middle-aged man's corpse, then at Lin Feng, their faces deathly pale.
Some wanted to run, but their legs wouldn't obey.
Some wanted to fight, but their hands were shaking, and they couldn't even hold their weapons steady.
Lin Feng didn't give them a chance; he charged forward, unleashing both swords.
The dragon slaying sword slashed to the left, and the azure thunder sword stabbed to the right.
The three people on the left were sliced in two by the dragon slaying sword.
The two people on the right were pierced through the chest by the azure thunder sword.
In the blink of an eye, five people had fallen.
The remaining people finally reacted and turned to run.
They ran fast, like a group of frightened rabbits.
But Lin Feng's sword was faster.
He activated Thunder Flash, his figure disappearing from where he stood and appearing in front of the person running the fastest.
That person saw Lin Feng, his face deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground. "Spare..."
Before he could finish, the dragon slaying sword slashed across his neck.
Pfft—blood sprayed out, and he collapsed.
Lin Feng activated Thunder Flash again, appearing in front of another person.
One sword strike, another one fell.
Thunder Flash, one sword strike.
Thunder Flash, one sword strike.
Thunder Flash, one sword strike.
In less than a minute, a dozen or so people had all fallen.
Corpses were scattered across the desert, blood staining the sand red.
Lin Feng stood in the middle of the corpses, blood still dripping from the dragon slaying sword and the azure thunder sword—one drop, two drops, three drops—dripping onto the sand and staining the ground.
He shook the blood off the swords and sheathed them.
The black mass floated over, looked at the corpses, and fell silent.
Lin Feng crouched down and began to search.
Storage Rings, storage bracelets, storage belts, Storage Pouches, one after another.
He dumped all the contents out and piled them on the ground.
Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, equipment, Materials, skill books, jade tablets, and Talismans piled up into a small mountain.
It was much less than the loot from the previous group, but it was still quite a bit.
He stored those items in the wanxiang ring, then stood up and looked at the black mass.
"Have you picked one? Which one do you want?"
The black mass floated over the corpses, looking at them one by one.
The short one in black clothes had a gash on his neck from the dragon slaying sword, blood still flowing, lying face down on the ground.
It looked for a few seconds and shook its head.
It floated to the next one, the Skinny Tall Guy in white clothes, chest pierced by the azure thunder sword, eyes still open, pupils already dilated.
It looked for a few seconds and shook its head.
It floated to the next one, the chubby guy in a khaki uniform, belly sliced open by the dragon slaying sword, intestines spilling out, a foul stench permeating the air.
It looked for a few seconds and shook its head.
It floated to the next, then the next, and the next after that.
It looked over all dozen or so corpses, then floated back and stopped in front of Lin Feng.
"Well? Have you picked one?" Lin Feng asked.
The black mass was silent.
After a long while, it spoke. "No. I don't want any of them."
Lin Feng was stunned. "Don't want any? Why?"
The black mass lowered its head. "They... they are all foreigners. They don't look like me. I don't want them."
Lin Feng looked at it, unable to laugh or cry. "You don't even have a body right now, and you're still being picky? It's good enough to have a body; why do you care what nationality they are?"
The black mass shook its head. "No. I don't want a foreigner's body. I want a Chinese person's."
It paused. "One who is even more handsome than that person."
Lin Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to curse. "You have quite the high standards, damn it. Fine, if you don't want them, you don't want them. When we get out, I'll find you a Chinese one. Someone even more handsome than that person."
The black mass nodded. "Okay."
Lin Feng turned and walked into the distance.
The black mass followed behind him like a shadow.
Xiao Jin also followed, its six golden legs moving rapidly.
A man, a mass, and a dung beetle traveled through the desert.
Lin Feng walked in front, thinking about what the black mass had said—no foreigner's body, it wanted a Chinese one, and one even more handsome than that person.
He sighed; this tattered robe was quite patriotic.