Volume 1: Heavenly Machine Pavilion Turbulence Chapter 20: Devouring

  "Smelly brat, if you've got guts, come out!"

  "Damn it, go eat shit, stupid bird!"

  "You... you little bastard dare insult this immortal master..."

  "What's the use of scolding you? Are you going to bite me?"

  ……

  In the foggy space, it was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the sound of shouting and cursing continued. Listening to the voice, it seemed like there were two people.

  One of them was shouting in a voice that sounded particularly familiar, with a hint of childishness, and if Chu Hei were here, he would immediately recognize it as Ling Feng's voice.

  After being hit by a fist-sized white light ball, he only felt his head 'boom' and suddenly the scene in front of him changed, entering a space filled with mist.

  "Soul Abyss? Have I entered my own Soul Abyss again?" This was the second time he had come to this place, and Ling Feng didn't show any signs of panic. His eyes scanned around, observing his surroundings.

  The air was still thick with fog, making it impossible to see the surrounding scenery. Ling Feng thought for a moment and prepared to search for the location of the strange beast statue based on his memory. He was full of curiosity about the strange little beast that lived inside the stone statue.

  Just then, a burst of maniacal laughter came from not far away from him.

  "Unbelievable! You, this damned little bastard, actually possess a spiritual root, haha, the heavens won't destroy me!"

  Ling Feng was startled in his heart, and he hastily looked towards the direction of the laughter. He saw a white light ball the size of a fist appearing more than ten feet away to his right, flying over with an ominous momentum.

  "What's going on here?" Ling Feng was startled and hastily dodged to the side.

  "You detestable little mongrel, you actually destroyed the physical body of this immortal master! Hmph, now this immortal master is going to devour your primordial spirit and occupy your physical body!" The white light ball made a futile attempt, turned around in place, and unexpectedly transformed into that unlucky ghost who died at Ling Feng's hands, the cultivator with the surname Qian.

  At this moment, his appearance is no different from that of ordinary people, only looking a bit illusory, not as solid as the body of a real person.

  "Not good!" Ling Feng saw this person and his heart cried out in alarm. Without saying another word, he turned around and ran away.

  He suddenly realized that the monk surnamed Qian, although he had been secretly killed by himself, but this guy's primordial spirit was not extinguished, and took advantage of his momentary complacency to drill into his soul.

  Regarding the concept of Yuanshen, Lingfeng also knew a thing or two. In reality, Yuanshen is actually a person's soul. Normally, after death, the soul will automatically disperse and fall into reincarnation. However, for some who are well-versed in cultivation and possess strong spiritual energy, they can condense their own soul to form a Yuanshen. Even if their physical body perishes, the Yuanshen can still survive for a period of time. As long as it can find a suitable vessel, it can seize control and be reborn.

  His mind was already clear about the other's intention, and Ling Feng naturally wouldn't wait to be captured. He is also an illusory body now, can fly freely, and his speed is very fast.

  "You little mongrel, where do you think you can escape to?" The cultivator surnamed Qian was hot on his heels, his own physical body already destroyed. His only chance at survival now lay in devouring Ling Feng's primordial spirit and taking over his physical body.

  Two people chased each other, in this foggy space, like headless flies crashing around. After about an incense stick of time, Ling Feng gradually felt himself somewhat out of breath, his flying speed slowing down.

  Looking back, he only saw that the monk with the surname Qian was slowly closing in on him, and it wouldn't be long before he would be caught up.

  The other party is also a foundation-building cultivator, and his yuan god is much stronger, not something that Ling Feng can compare to.

  "This won't do!" Ling Feng's heart was getting anxious, after thinking for a moment, he flew directly towards the location of that strange beast stone statue.

  At the critical moment, he pinned all his hopes on that strange beast statue, especially the little guy who swallowed its own three-clawed beast pattern. Ling Feng had an inexplicable feeling that the small beast resembling a lion and tiger had a deep connection with him.

  The pursuing soldiers were getting closer and closer, Lingfeng flew desperately forward, finally, through the thick fog in front, a giant stone statue of a beast resembling a lion and tiger appeared before his eyes.

  "Big brother, big brother, little brother is in trouble, why don't you hurry up and come out to help...!" From a distance, only Ling Feng's loud voice could be heard, shouting for help towards the Beast Statue. He wanted to use his own voice to call out the small beast that was hiding inside the statue, as it was living in his soul, no matter what, they had some affection, and it shouldn't just watch him die!

  "Big brother? Humph, you little bastard, even if you call out to the King of Heaven now, it's useless!" The Qian surname cultivator sneered with a pleased expression, his face twisted in a fierce smile as he chased after him relentlessly.

  Lingfeng's cry for help did not summon the small beast, and he flew straight to the side of the alien beast statue. At this time, Qian surname cultivator who was closely following also saw the alien beast statue appearing in front, feeling strange, but the pursuit momentum did not stop. When he followed behind Lingfeng, about to approach the alien beast statue, suddenly, only felt a surge of invisible force coming from the front, soft and fluffy, then his body flew out, rolling several times in mid-air before stabilizing.

  This bizarre scene left the Qian surname cultivator utterly shocked, his face revealing an expression of incredulity. As for Ling Feng, he was stunned for a moment before a look of wild joy appeared on his small face, and he didn't escape either, instead sitting down brazenly on the stone statue with one buttock, his eyes provocatively looking at the Qian surname cultivator as he beckoned him with his finger.

  "Little mongrel!" His arrogant actions enraged the Qian surname cultivator, who shouted loudly and didn't care about anything else. He bared his teeth and pounced at Lingfeng again. The result was the same as before - within dozens of feet around the stone statue of the strange beast, it seemed like an invisible defensive shield had been laid down. Lingfeng could move freely in and out, but the Qian surname cultivator couldn't take half a step forward.

  Time and time again, he was knocked flying by the counter-shock force without any suspense. After half a sound, Qian finally ran out of strength and hung in mid-air, no longer making any reckless moves. Next, the two began to curse each other.

  When it comes to scolding, Ling Feng is not ambiguous. In his previous life as an undercover agent, he basically dealt with some gangsters, and these people were all foul-mouthed. Ling Feng was in a big dyeing vat environment, naturally learning from others, and when speaking, he couldn't help but use dirty words!

  The most intense confrontation, the ancestors of Qian surname's eighteen generations have been repeatedly questioned by Ling Feng several times, making him so angry that his whole body is trembling, if it weren't for his illusory body, he would probably vomit blood on the spot!

  "Fine, you little bastard! Today, I'll settle the score with you!" The Qian surname cultivator pointed at Ling Feng, who was leaning against the stone statue with a pleased expression, and said through gritted teeth.

  Immediately, he saw his hands pinched out the law, mouth murmured incantations, a group of red fireballs in mid-air gathered together, like a meteor shower towards Lingfeng who was lying on the stone statue.

  With Xian Shi's current state, he rashly unleashed his Taoist magic to attack, causing immense damage to his own Yuan Shen. After casting a very ordinary 'Fire Rain Flowing Star Technique', his body seemed to have faded a lot, looking even more illusory and unstable.

  "You're going to die now!" With a heart full of hatred, Qian surnamed cultivator was determined to get rid of Ling Feng, his arch-nemesis, even if it meant self-destruction.

  Seeing the fireballs falling from the sky, Ling Feng 'rolled' up and got to his feet, his eyes looking up at the falling fireballs, a hint of tension on his small face.

  Can the surrounding shield withstand so many fireball attacks? Ling Feng was uncertain in his heart.

  "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!……"

  A blazing fireball fell down, only to be blocked by an invisible shield. The moment they made contact, a muffled sound was emitted continuously.

  It was probably too loud and disturbing to a third party. As the fireballs continued to fall in mid-air, Ling Feng heard a faint strange sound coming from beside him. He turned his head to look over and saw that small dog-sized monster had crawled out of the stone statue's head.

  The little beast came out, yawned with its mouth open, then looked up at the fireball falling from mid-air, with an unpleasant expression.

  "Boss, it's that guy who conjured up all those fireballs, he's deliberately trying to make things difficult for you!" Ling Feng chimed in from the side, seizing the opportunity to flatter.

  The little beast looked at Ling Feng for a moment after hearing this, then shifted its gaze to the Qian surname cultivator, with a hint of anger on its face.

  "It's going to blow its top, this little thing is getting angry and is about to explode... Haha...!" Ling Feng was extremely excited at the sight. He couldn't wait for this strange little beast beside him to go berserk and take care of that Money surname cultivator for him.

  As Lingfeng wished, but seeing that small beast puffed out its chest and raised its head, took a deep breath, suddenly, it opened its big mouth and let out a thunderous roar.

  "Roar——"

  Ling Feng, who had a smile on his face, felt a surge of ancient and mysterious aura rushing towards him when the roar sounded. Under this aura's invasion, that kind of trembling from the depths of his soul was born.

  A wave of invisible sound waves emanated from the small beast's big mouth, like ripples on a calm water surface, spreading out in all directions.

  Qian saw such a frightening scene, just thinking of turning around and escaping, but found that the surrounding space seemed to be solidified, his body fixed in place, unable to move half a step. Then, under the invasion of the water-like aura, Qian's illusory body instantly dissipated, turned into white mist, floating in mid-air.

  At this time, the little beast opened its mouth and sucked in all the white fluff floating in the air into its belly, only then did it reveal a satisfied expression on its face.

  "It... it actually devoured the monk's primordial spirit?" Witnessing the entire process, Ling Feng was shocked in his heart and at the same time felt a strong sense of vigilance towards that strange little beast.

  "This little thing won't swallow me too, will it?" he thought to himself.

  Just as I was about to get away from this terrifying little thing, the small beast turned its head and looked at me, grinning.

  Ling Feng's heart felt a bit hairy, and he forced a few smiles on his face. "Thanks to the boss for saving my life, I'll definitely return the favor someday. Now... you should continue sleeping, I won't disturb you..." He said this while moving his body backwards, retreating slowly.

  The little beast's gaze turned to Lingfeng, who was preparing to escape, and a playful smile appeared on its face. It tilted its head for a moment, then made an unexpected move that no one could have anticipated.

  "Ah!"

  The little guy opened his mouth and spat out the white millet he had sucked into his belly, shooting it at Ling Feng who was more than ten feet away.

  Such a sudden change caught Lingfeng off guard, and he wanted to dodge but it was too late. The white awns that came face to face with him instantly penetrated his body, and then Lingfeng only felt a strange power filling his whole body, constantly expanding, almost bursting his body.

  "What have you done to Laozi?"

  The intense pain filled Ling Feng's heart with anger, his eyes blazed with fury, he let out a loud roar, and was about to pounce on the strange little beast to fight it to the death. However, as soon as he moved, everything went black before his eyes, and all his consciousness slowly faded away.

  In a daze, he seemed to hear the faint sound of a small animal's 'heh-heh' laughter by his ear...