132: Chapter 132 Professional Team Online Fishing! The Jade-Faced Little Sword God Huang Fugui!

The night was deep and dark as ink, with neither stars nor moon.

On the ninth floor of the Demon Suppressing Tower, the silence was so profound that one could hear the sound of dust settling. Under Lin Feng's control, this Magic Treasure had long since transformed into a speck of dust, hovering above the canopy of a dense forest outside Yunzhou City. It blended perfectly with the surrounding environment, making it difficult for even an Earthly Immortal's Divine Thought to detect it, even if they swept across it.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged, his aura rounded and restrained, with not a single trace leaking out.

That terrifying power belonging to the Peak of the ninth level of the Martial Ancestor Realm lay dormant within his limbs and bones, like a sleeping ancient Dragon.

He was not Cultivating; rather, he was engaged in a deeper level of contemplation.

He was carefully weaving a web of death for that high-and-mighty imperial advisor, Wei Yuan, a web sufficient to drag him into the abyss.

"Master, are we... just going to keep waiting like this?"

Huang Fugui, the Fugui, used his five fluffy tails like a duster, bored out of his mind, carefully sweeping away non-existent dust from Lin Feng's shoulders, his Divine Thought transmission filled with grievance.

"Everything in this tower is great, except for the fact that I can't order takeout. I haven't gnawed on a crispy roast chicken for three days, and I feel like my life as a Yao Beast has lost all its color. Furthermore, those wanted posters outside depict you like a green-faced, fanged demon; it's simply an insult to your magnificent appearance!"

Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes. In those deep pupils, there was no trace of the disarray of being hunted; instead, they flashed with a cold and sharp edge, like a hawk locking onto its prey.

"Hide? Huang Fugui, you must remember, passive defense will only ever lead to sinking deeper into the quagmire."

A cold arc hooked at the corner of his mouth. "That Wei Yuan prides himself on being a hunter holding the chess pieces, chasing us until we have no path to the sky and no door into the earth. If I don't return this 'grand gift' tenfold, I, Lin Feng, will not have peace of mind."

Huang Fugui's small, bean-like eyes instantly erupted with brilliant light, and he was so excited that his five tails swayed wildly behind him, forming a blur. "Master! Do you mean... we are going to take the initiative and pull a job on him?!"

"Correct."

Lin Feng nodded, a hint of cunning appearing in his eyes. "However, we need to change how we play. Doesn't he like to look down on all living things from high above? Then I will let him taste the feeling of being played in the palm of the hand by the ants in his own eyes."

He looked at Huang Fugui, and the smile on his face made this fearless Fugui feel a chill run down his spine.

"Huang Fugui, the next moment will be a test of your acting skills and professional competence."

Lin Feng said unhurriedly, "I want you... to play a role."

"A role? What role?" Huang Fugui looked completely bewildered.

"The Disciple of the Sword Ghost," Lin Feng said, enunciating each word clearly. "An arrogant, lawless, and gifted... 'Jade-Faced Little Sword God' who isn't very bright."

Huang Fugui: "..."

Lin Feng's plan slowly unfolded before Huang Fugui like a precise painting.

"Step one, create momentum. In the propaganda of the Great Xia Dynasty, the so-called 'Sword Ghost' is a mysterious, murderous Devil Head. Therefore, his Disciple's style of conduct must naturally follow suit. I have already chosen the target—Yunzhou City, the largest business under the royal family's name, the 'Jinyu Mantang' Chamber of Commerce."

"Why there?" Huang Fugui asked, confused.

"Because to beat a snake, you must strike at its seven-inch mark." Lin Feng sneered. "'Jinyu Mantang' is Emperor Xia's private treasury. Touching it is more painful for him than slapping him in the face. If Emperor Xia is uncomfortable, his dog, Wei Yuan, must take action. And he must take action as quickly as possible; otherwise, it will be considered incompetence."

"Step two, precise provocation. Just stealing things isn't enough; the class is too low. You must leave a challenge letter at the scene, naming Wei Yuan specifically. Use the nastiest words possible—whatever will stab him right in the lungs. Remember, your identity is the Disciple of the 'Sword Ghost,' a madman who looks down on everything, so your words must be filled with disdain and contempt for imperial lackeys like Wei Yuan."

"Step three, and the most critical step, is choosing the battlefield."

Lin Feng's eyes became incredibly deep. "The location, I have chosen Luo Feng Slope. The terrain there is complex, with grotesque rocks standing everywhere, which has a natural suppression and interference effect on Divine Thought. Most importantly, deep underground there is an abandoned Yuan Magnetic vein, which can greatly affect the stability of Domain-type Martial Skills. Wei Yuan's strongest method is his 'Domain of Ten Thousand Blades Returning to Ruins'. I want to cripple half of his cultivation there."

After hearing this interlocking, poisonous scheme, Huang Fugui was stunned.

"Master... your mind has more twists and turns than a honeycomb briquette!"

Lin Feng slapped him on the head, annoyed. "Less nonsense, this is wisdom. Go, show your professional competence. Remember, the bigger the commotion, the better, and the more arrogant the posture, the better!"

The next morning, a world-shaking piece of news, like a Category 12 hurricane, instantly swept through the entire Yunzhou and spread with the momentum of a prairie fire toward the Jianghu of the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

The royal property, the "Jinyu Mantang" Chamber of Commerce, was ransacked overnight!

That was no ordinary chamber of commerce; its security forces were comparable to a prince's mansion, and it even had a Martial Ancestor powerhouse stationed there. However, according to the only survivor at the scene, the Martial Ancestor manager who had been scared out of his wits, the other party claimed to be the "Jade-Faced Little Sword God," the True Disciple of the legendary "Sword Ghost."

The intruder used only one sword strike to break through the chamber's protective array. The style of that sword strike was dazzling, as if the Milky Way were pouring backward, making that Martial Ancestor powerhouse unable to even muster the courage to fight back.

All the priceless treasures, Spirit Medicine, and divine weapons inside the chamber of commerce had vanished without a trace. The only thing left was a line of wild cursive script carved with Sword Qi on the wall in the very center of the main hall. It was deeply engraved and flowed like a dragon, with an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world between the lines.

"Old dog Wei Yuan, your third-rate kung fu isn't even fit to carry my shoes! If you want to find your young master, see me at Luo Feng Slope in three days! I won't wait past the deadline; if you're a coward, just say so!"

Once the news was out, the world was in an uproar!

Countless people from the Jianghu flocked to Yunzhou just to catch a glimpse of the sword marks on that wall. When they saw that line of words with their own eyes, they all gasped. The Sword Intent contained within those sword marks was sharp, domineering, and pure, carrying a unique arrogance characteristic of a young man, but its sophistication made countless older-generation swordsmen feel inferior!

The name "Sword Ghost" was already enough to strike fear into people's hearts.

Now, his Disciple had emerged, and his style of conduct was even more impressive, making the situation in the entire Great Xia Dynasty become treacherous and unpredictable.