47: Masochistic Lin Feng? The despair of Han Lao Mo!

Many Treasures Woman’s limpid eyes were now openly scanning Lin Feng.

“Tsk tsk, what a fine physique,” she said, lightly licking her lips with her tongue, a satisfied glint flashing in her eyes. “Much stronger than those pretty-boy weaklings in the Sect.”

Many Treasures Woman let out a charming laugh, flipped her wrist, and a soft, crimson long whip appeared in her hand.

“Alright, handsome,” Many Treasures Woman cracked her whip, producing a crisp “snap,” “come with your big sister obediently and be my male companion. I promise I won’t mistreat you!”

Lin Feng’s brow twitched imperceptibly. Male companion? Wasn’t this Many Treasures Woman just like a wealthy patron from his previous life?

However, most of his attention was currently focused on Han Li. As for Many Treasures Woman’s temptation before him, he merely treated it as idle chatter and didn’t truly take it to heart. With his physical strength, Many Treasures Woman’s attacks, no matter how fierce, would be harmless.

Many Treasures Woman, seeing Lin Feng not respond, assumed he was acquiescing, and her smile widened.

“Looks like he’s sensible,” she said triumphantly, then waved her hand, and the crimson long whip, like a spiritual snake emerging from its hole, swiftly coiled towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng could have easily dodged, or even countered and subdued Many Treasures Woman. But in his Divine Sense live broadcast, Han Li was already staring at a bald man from a distance, and a good show was about to begin, which he didn’t want to miss.

So, he symbolically “dodged” for a moment, but his movements were half a beat too slow.

“Swish!”

The crimson long whip precisely wrapped around Lin Feng’s body, from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen, and then to his legs, binding him tightly in an instant. Her technique was surprisingly skilled, and the resulting shape was somewhat… indescribable. (Roughly like a tortoise shell binding)

“Hehe, it’s done!” Many Treasures Woman clapped her hands, looking at her “masterpiece” and nodding in satisfaction.

She walked up to Lin Feng, extended her slender jade finger, and began to gently poke at his muscular chest.

“Hmm, these pectoral muscles, the elasticity is really good.”

Her fingers slowly slid down the contours of Lin Feng’s chest, bringing a slightly cool touch.

“His waist is also strong.”

Many Treasures Woman’s gaze grew hotter, as if she were admiring a rare treasure. She leaned closer to Lin Feng, her nose almost touching his cheek, exhaling like orchids: “Little handsome, you truly are the greatest gain of your big sister’s trip to the Forbidden Ground this time.”

Lin Feng felt Many Treasures Woman’s caress, and his body tingled. However, Lin Feng inwardly stated that he had no such Hobbies, he just didn’t want to lay hands on a woman, so he continued to focus on Han Li’s predicament.

At this moment, Han Li was holding that female Disciple of Huangfeng Valley, fleeing desperately through the Blood Forbidden Ground.

He had only one thought in his mind: Run! Run as far as possible!

Senior Brother Lin… I’m sorry! If we can meet again outside the Blood Forbidden Ground, I, Han, will repay your great kindness!

Just as he was thinking wildly, light and shadow flickered in the forest ahead, and a figure blocked his path.

It was a bald, burly man with a ferocious face, exuding a fierce and violent aura. He was shirtless, revealing his bronze skin and knotty muscles, and a string of large white bone beads hung around his neck, adding to his formidable presence.

“Hehe, you Huangfeng Valley folks, you run pretty fast, huh?” The bald man grinned, revealing two rows of stark white teeth, his eyes like a hungry wolf staring at Han Li and the female Disciple in his arms.

This person was precisely the target Lin Feng had long locked onto with his Divine Sense—the madman from the original work who almost solo-killed Han Li—Feng Yue!

Han Li’s heart sank, and he secretly thought, “Not good.”

The spiritual Qi fluctuations emanating from this bald man were far stronger than those of the Yanyue Sect female Disciple from before! He was probably at least at the peak of Qi Refining Level 13, or even a half-step into the Foundation Establishment Stage!

“This Senior Brother…” Han Li forced himself to remain calm, squeezing out a smile, “This junior has never met Senior Brother before. May I ask why Senior Brother has stopped me?”

Feng Yue licked his chapped lips, his gaze sweeping over the injured female Disciple of Huangfeng Valley, then turning to Han Li: “Nothing much, I just don’t like you Huangfeng Valley folks, and I want to kill a few to stretch my muscles.”

He paused, then added: “Of course, I’m also very interested in the Storage Pouches on your bodies.”

Han Li’s heart plummeted.

As expected, he came with ill intentions!

He glanced at the heavily injured Junior Sister in his arms, then at the fierce-looking Feng Yue before him, his thoughts racing.

Fight head-on? With his meager Dao cultivation, how could he win?

Flee? There was still a Yanyue Sect Disciple behind him. Where could he flee to?

What to do?

In a flash of lightning, Han Li made a decision that greatly shocked Lin Feng.

He suddenly pushed the female Disciple of Huangfeng Valley in his arms to the side, while urgently shouting: “Junior Sister, run separately!”

The female Disciple was already severely injured, and with his push, she fell directly to the ground, letting out a cry of pain.

And Han Li, taking advantage of this opening, spun around, chose a direction opposite to the female Disciple, activated all his magical power, turned into an afterimage, and ran wildly without looking back!

“…” Lin Feng’s Divine Sense saw this scene, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Good heavens! This is the Old Devil Han he’s familiar with!

Selling out teammates so cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation!

Feng Yue clearly hadn’t expected Han Li to pull such a move. He was stunned for a moment, then let out an angry roar: “Good kid, decisive enough! But do you think you can escape?”

He glanced at the groaning female Disciple on the ground, then at Han Li’s fleeing back, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

The female Disciple was already severely injured and immobile, like fish on a chopping board, easily dealt with at any time.

But this kid was slippery; if he wasn’t dealt with first, it might take some effort.

“I’ll kill you first, little brat!” Feng Yue sneered, his figure swaying, and he actually abandoned the more easily obtainable female Disciple of Huangfeng Valley, chasing directly after Han Li!

Lin Feng was delighted at the sight.

Brother Madman, well done!

Without the Heavenly Thunder Talisman as a trump card, how long could Han Li last against Feng Yue’s full assault? Lin Feng was somewhat curious about this.

Han Li now felt his scalp tingle, the powerful oppressive feeling behind him clinging like a shadow, getting closer and closer.

He used every ounce of strength he had, wind generated beneath his feet, dashing left and right through the forest, trying to shake off Feng Yue’s pursuit.

However, Feng Yue’s escape speed was clearly superior to his.

“Little brat, don’t waste your energy!” Feng Yue’s roar came from behind, with a hint of mockery, “Just die obediently, and I’ll give you a quick end!”

Han Li gritted his teeth, not saying a word, just running madly with his head down.

He felt some regret in his heart. If he had known this, he shouldn’t have coveted those few Spiritual Plants and entered this Blood Forbidden Ground!

Now, he hadn’t gotten the main ingredient for the Foundation Establishment Pill, and his life was almost forfeit!

“Take this!”

Feng Yue’s angry shout suddenly drew near.

Han Li was startled, and he suddenly lunged to the side.

“Boom!”

Where he had been, a large pit exploded in the ground, sending dirt and grass flying.

A fist-sized, purple-glowing orb was suspended in mid-air, emitting astonishing spiritual Qi fluctuations.

“Primal Orb!” Han Li recognized this item; it was a top-grade Magical Artifact, incredibly powerful.

Before he could even catch his breath, Feng Yue had already caught up.

“Kid, quick reaction, huh!” Feng Yue chuckled, forming a hand seal with one hand.

The Primal Orb spun, and with a whooshing sound, it slammed towards Han Li again!

At the same time, Feng Yue’s other hand slapped his Storage Pouch, and a small yellow umbrella shot out, growing against the wind, instantly expanding to several feet in size. The umbrella opened, and a powerful suction force emanated from beneath it, enveloping Han Li.

“Primal Chaos Umbrella!” Han Li’s face changed drastically.

This Primal Chaos Umbrella was Feng Yue’s famous Magical Artifact; it was not only incredibly defensive but also capable of trapping people and objects, making it extremely troublesome.

In this moment of crisis, Han Li could no longer afford to conserve his magical power.

He suddenly slapped his Storage Pouch, and a black-glowing iron shield flew out—it was the Mystic Iron Flying Shield!

The iron shield instantly expanded, blocking in front of him.

“Clang!”

The Primal Orb slammed fiercely onto the Mystic Iron Flying Shield, emitting a deafening roar.

Han Li felt a tremendous force, his entire body was shaken, his blood and Qi surged, and he stumbled back several steps, his arm holding the shield numb.

Although the Mystic Iron Flying Shield blocked this strike, the recoil from the spiritual Qi also caused him a slight injury.

Before he could stabilize himself, the Primal Chaos Umbrella above his head had already pressed down, and the powerful suction force caused his body to stagnate, as if he had fallen into a quagmire.

“Break for me!” Han Li’s eyes were bloodshot, and he hurriedly took out a set of golden flying daggers from his Storage Pouch with his other hand—it was the Golden Cicada Mother-Son Blades.

He frantically infused magical power into the golden blades, and nine golden blade lights shot out, forming a small sword array, whizzing as they slashed towards the Primal Chaos Umbrella above his head.

“Clink, clank, clatter!”

A series of dense clashing sounds rang out.

Although the Golden Cicada Mother-Son Blades were sharp, the Primal Chaos Umbrella’s defense was also extraordinary, and for a time, they were in a stalemate.

“Hmph, petty tricks!” A hint of disdain flashed in Feng Yue’s eyes.

He formed hand seals with both hands, muttering incantations.

The dark green light on the Primal Chaos Umbrella suddenly intensified, and the suction force doubled!

At the same time, the Primal Orb once again whizzed over, its target directly Han Li’s head!

Han Li immediately found himself unable to cope.

He had to simultaneously activate the Mystic Iron Flying Shield to block the fierce attacks of the Primal Orb, and desperately maintain the Golden Cicada Mother-Son Blades to attack the Primal Chaos Umbrella, his magical power consumed like flowing water.

In just two or three rounds, Han Li was already sweating profusely, his face as pale as paper.

He knew deeply that the gap in strength between himself and Feng Yue was too great. The opponent’s Magical Artifact power and combat experience far surpassed his own.

If this continued, he would undoubtedly lose within ten moves!

Talisman Treasure!

This thought flashed through Han Li’s mind. He still had a golden brick Talisman Treasure, which was incredibly powerful and might catch the opponent off guard.

However, activating a Talisman Treasure required time.

Feng Yue’s offensive was like a raging storm, wave after wave, giving him no chance to breathe or prepare.

Despair!

A deep sense of despair welled up in Han Li’s heart.

He was unwilling! He still had a great Immortal path ahead, he hadn’t yet reached Foundation Establishment, he hadn’t yet seen the magnificent expanse of this cultivation world!

Just as Han Li’s mind was agitated, almost ready to fight with all he had, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

Senior Brother Lin!

That’s right, there’s still Senior Brother Lin!

Earlier, Senior Brother Lin had stayed behind alone to cover their retreat, fighting against that fierce Many Treasures Woman of the Yanyue Sect, all to save himself and that Junior Sister of Huangfeng Valley.

By now, not much time had passed.

Although Many Treasures Woman’s strength was formidable and she had many Magical Artifacts, Senior Brother Lin also didn’t seem like an ordinary person. Perhaps… perhaps he had hidden his strength and had already repelled Many Treasures Woman, or at least was still entangled in a struggle?

If he could lead Feng Yue to Senior Brother Lin’s side…

With Senior Brother Lin’s “righteous and chivalrous” nature, upon seeing a fellow Disciple in trouble, he would certainly not stand idly by!

A glimmer of hope for survival rekindled in Han Li’s eyes.

Although doing so was somewhat… dishonorable, with the suspicion of shifting trouble to others.

But at this point, he couldn’t worry about such things!

Saving his life was paramount!

“Get lost!” Han Li suddenly roared, his voice full of vigor, as if it were a final burst of energy.

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of vital blood sprayed onto the Mystic Iron Flying Shield and the Golden Cicada Mother-Son Blades.

The two Magical Artifacts glowed brightly, temporarily forcing back the suppression of the Primal Orb and the Primal Chaos Umbrella.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Han Li suddenly changed direction, no longer fleeing aimlessly, but rather identifying a direction and once again running wildly!

That direction was precisely the battlefield where he, Lin Feng, and Many Treasures Woman had met earlier!

“Trying to run? Where are you going to run to!” Feng Yue, seeing this, thought Han Li was at the end of his rope and was trying the same old trick again. He sneered, activated his Magical Artifact, and chased relentlessly.

Lin Feng’s Divine Sense saw all of this clearly, and he felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

This Old Devil Han… he really is a character!

Is he really treating himself as a living Bodhisattva? He’s not Senior Brother Liu!

However, this way, he felt less psychological burden about what he was about to do to Nangong Wan.

Lin Feng withdrew his Divine Sense, felt the tortoise shell binding on his body, and then looked at Many Treasures Woman, who was “planting strawberries” on him…

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I saw some original fans in the comments who thought Old Devil Han was deliberately belittled.

But in this book, Old Devil Han, from his experiences, had a psychological shadow left from being crushed by the protagonist in the Mo Estate, and then almost severely injured by Lu Yunfeng at the Ascension Gathering. Moreover, the life-and-death duel with Lu Yunfeng was gone, leading to very poor combat experience, and the Heavenly Thunder Talisman that would have allowed him to counter-kill Feng Yue was also intercepted by the protagonist.

So, it’s normal for Old Devil Han’s combat power to be very poor at this time, and he’s also somewhat afraid of fighting others.

The comment section contains opinions from some original fans who believe Old Devil Han has been intentionally downplayed.