Fishing the Myriad Heavens Chapter 228

Chapter 228: The Fight Between Martial Cultivators and Modern W
Bei Feng walked into the Lin Clan manor with the numerous experts following behind him. Only the Dark Jing cultivators were left behind to keep an eye on the Lin Clan members.

"Go in and find the Ghost King Mask." Bei Feng looked at the Cerberus and instructed.

With a nod of its head, the Cerberus trotted into the manor and began its search. After a while, it found a clue in the room which Lin Miao had been in earlier.

A dark red energy flowed out of the Cerberus's claws, wrapping its entire paws within it. With a forceful swipe downwards, the st.u.r.dy stone frame was broken apart with ease. In no time, the mask was retrieved and brought back to Bei Feng.

"The Ghost King Mask was really at the Lin Clan!"

Everyone thought that Bei Feng was merely finding an excuse to suppress the Lin Clan and make things difficult for them. None of them thought that they were really going to find the Ghost King Mask here!

"Now that I think about it, we've been a.n.a.lyzing the Esteemed Lord's actions by our own standards all this while. If an Esteemed Xiantian Lord truly wanted to make things difficult for a mere Lin Clan, why would he even need to come up with a reason in the first place?" An old man muttered.

Bei Feng received the bronze mask from Indigestion and examined it carefully. The mask seemed to be made of ordinary bronze, but it was clear that it was not, upon closer inspection. It felt rather icy to the touch, and a strange chill emanated from it constantly, trying to burrow into Bei Feng's body.

Of course, such a level of cold was not worth a mention to Bei Feng. He exerted some strength and pressed down hard on the mask. But no matter how he pushed, the mask remained st.u.r.dy. One must know that Bei Feng's current strength was absolutely terrifying! Yet, it was not able to do anything to the mask at all!

The three Lin Clan Evolved Jing masters were all lying weakly on the ground, clutching their wounds. Beside them was two youngsters who were kneeling with ashen faces.

"This matter was initiated by me, so I'm willing to take on all the responsibilities alone. I hope that the Esteemed Lord can leave a way out for us and spare the rest of the Lin Clan!"

By this point, Lin Miao had also learned of Bei Feng's true ident.i.ty. His heart fell as he thought of how he'd actually ended up dragging a Xiantian Lord into the matter. He'd literally brought the trouble down on himself this time!

"The main perpetrators will be executed, but the accomplices will not be able to escape either. From here on out, the Lin Clan should just settle down and be an ordinary family clan!" Bei Feng looked at the cowering crowd and said lightly.

Without giving Lin Miao another chance to speak, he pointed out with a finger, and Lin Miao along with the two youngsters beside him collapsed onto the ground. A small hole had appeared between their brows, with blood flowing out unceasingly.

If I pity you, who will pity those who died because of you?

Bei Feng retracted his finger. "Everyone within the Lin Clan shall have their cultivations crippled."

"Understood!" the numerous experts behind Bei Feng answered quickly. They were filled with relief in their hearts at this moment. Thankfully, none of them had stepped over the line with their actions before Bei Feng turned up.

From the way the matter with the Lin Clan ended, it was obvious that this Xiantian Lord was not a soft-hearted person!

"Tell me about the Lido Ghost City."

Bei Feng turned a deaf year to the Lin Clan members who were crying and begging for his mercy. Without a second word, he turned to look at Bai Song and asked.

"Esteemed Lord, the Lido Ghost City was termed as a place where dragons ascend, and is located at S

hennongjia Forestry District. It is a gigantic underground city, and the Ghost King Masks are the admission tokens. Throughout the long history of the country, the Lido Ghost City had only opened tens of times. The number of Ghost King Masks still circulating in the world has also become lesser and lesser. That's the reason those large clans can do anything to get their hands on one," Bai Song explained. At the same time, he too held great hopes for the Lido Ghost City.

Although the resources in the Lido Ghost Town had been greatly depleted after so many previous incursions, to a point where Xiantian Lords might not be very interested in the items within, the pulling factor for Evolved Jing pract.i.tioners was still extremely great!

At the same time, Xiantian Lords were not lone characters either. Although they didn't really need the resources, their clans would definitely benefit from having them. Thus, even Xiantian Lords would actively look for the Ghost King Masks.

"How many people can one Ghost King Mask bring in?"

Bei Feng had also become interested.

"There are no specified numbers, but according to past data, Lido Ghost City measures people by weight. Typically, the number of people would be around 12."

Bai Song thought for awhile and answered.

"How much longer until the Ghost City is open?"

Bei Feng fondled his chin with interest. Perhaps it was time to throw Mystic One and the rest into a trials ground to temper them.

"The Ghost City should be opening this week. But as for the specific day, there's no way to tell that for sure."

Bai Song seemed to have done some detailed research on the Ghost City, and was able to answer Bei Feng's queries quickly.

"Good. Are you interested in entering the Ghost City with my underlings?" Bei Feng thought for a while and asked. Mystic One and the rest's cultivation was too low, and might meet with dangers that were beyond their abilities. Thus, it wouldn't be a bad idea to send a few people in to accompany them.

"Many thanks, Esteemed Lord!"

Bai Song was first taken aback, before becoming incomparably excited. This meant that he would be able to enter Lido Ghost City as well!

The other experts were all looking at Bai Song with envy. Thereafter, they all turned to look at Bei Feng, in hope that he would mention a few more names.

However, Bei Feng did not open his mouth, causing the rest to sigh with disappointment.

Since the Ghost City was about to open, Bei Feng also prepared to bring Mystic One and the rest to Shennongjia.

"Hm?"

Right as he reached the front gates of the manor, Bei Feng suddenly felt his heart palpitating, as if something terrifying was locking onto him. In that moment, a great sense of danger flooded his entire body!

Without any hesitation, he sent out his mental power, enveloping everything within ten meters of him! At the same time, his blood and Qi energy was roused and readied.

Bei Feng did not intend to hide, since he did not even know which direction the danger was coming from. In a bid to hide, he might instead create some openings for his opponent to strike!

"Peng!"

"Sou!"

A loud bang sounded out, and a bazooka rocket with a fiery tail appeared in the distance, streaking right towards Bei Feng!

A middle-aged man with blood dripping out of his mouth was standing atop a balcony, laughing maniacally.

Crippling the cultivation of the entire Lin Clan was no different from forcing them to their end! Bei Feng's actions at the Lin Clan had offended a large number of people. There was no way they would let this chance slip by them!

"F*ck! Disperse quickly!"

The crowd cursed lowly as their faces turned exceptionally ugly. All of them were trying their best to escape, but were only met with the sight of the rocket coming nearer and nearer!

Initially, the rocket was traveling at around 110 meters per second. But as the second ignition mechanism was activated, it instantly accelerated, reaching an incredible speed of near 300 meters per second!

At this moment, Bei Feng did not choose to retreat. If he backed off, the people behind him would certainly suffer greatly. In any case, he also really wanted to see if he could actually stop a rocket!

"Hou!"

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the figure of a five-meter-tall giant bear manifested around Bei Feng, wrapping him within its body. The bear let out a savage roar, causing the blood and Qi of the people around him to fall into chaos. Most of them even puked out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Everyone had their eyes wide open with disbelief. Was that the true prowess of a Xiantian Lord? Just a single roar was enough to cause them to suffer heavy injuries! But still, would this strength be enough to block a modern-day weapon?

"Ursa Smas.h.!.+" Bei Feng roared with all his might. His voice echoed through the land, traveling for a thousand meters. Even the most deaf of the people in the town stopped whatever it was they were doing and turned to look at the Lin Clan manor together.

Bei Feng stretched his muscles and bones, causing a crisp, crackling sound to appear, like the sound when stir-frying a plate of beans. At the same time, his back muscles were tensed up like a bow, resembling a dragon about to take flight into the skies!

Bei Feng's back had become completely red, as though it would drip with blood at any moment. Right now, his back's defensive strength had reached a shocking level. Even if a Light Jing expert stabbed him with a knife or spear, it would not be able to breach his skin at all!

Of course, this terrifying defensive strength could only be sustained for a brief moment. His full-powered Ursa Smash could only be used twice in a short period of time as well.

Following Bei Feng's movements, the giant bear manifestation around him changed as well. An aura filled with explosive power emanated from it.

Although these actions took a long time to describe, it all transpired in the blink of an eye. Under the gaping gazes of the crowd, Bei Feng's bear back and the rocket had neared!