Urban All-Round Master

At the entrance of the Dark Prison in the Mortal World, due to Lin Zifeng’s death, and the fall of the king of the eighteenth layer together into the endless darkness.

However, the Dark Prison remains treacherous and unpredictable. Many people are still afraid to venture inside, merely lingering nearby, unwilling to delve deeper. It’s known that even without those powerful kings, the dangers within the Dark Prison are countless. If an ordinary cultivator recklessly enters the Dark Prison, they might die without even knowing how it happened.

Since Lin Zifeng plunged into the endless darkness, Sika, the Bright Pope, has been lingering at the entrance of the Dark Prison for days.

Many cultivators guarding and loitering here often spot a beautiful woman in the woods, lightly stroking her harp as if playing something.

Although many have seen Sika, how many truly understand the pain in her heart?

For five or six consecutive nights, she walked alone near the entrance of the Dark Prison, playing the harp in the nearby woods, recalling the nights she spent with Lin Zifeng at the Bright Right Sea and their life during those nights.

But time has quickly passed to almost half a year now; she never thought the next time she would see him, he would be dead and far from her. Though she doesn’t know if he can come back alive, Sika’s affection for him is sincere.

With a harp and a flute, her solitary figure slowly walked towards the entrance of the Dark Prison, then step by step moving deeper, until reaching the entrance of the eighteenth layer of Hell.

There she stopped, standing at the site of the great battle. But when Lin Zifeng was still there that day, the images in her mind were vivid, yet Lin Zifeng has already gone far away.

Not far from her, the petrified Heavenly Painting Halberd has been guarding this domain, unwilling to leave. Many have attempted to move the Heavenly Painting Halberd from here, but unfortunately, the Heavenly Painting Halberd itself is Liu Shen’s exquisite holy artifact, having reached the realm of recognizing a master with Lin Zifeng. It’s impossible for anyone to move it.

Since Lin Zifeng disappeared, the Heavenly Painting Halberd has been like a permanently petrified guardian, waiting for its master’s return.

Even a weapon of slaughter has such sentiment, let alone a human?

Sika sat on the ground, placing the harp on her lap, and tucked the flute in her bosom. Gazing at the impenetrable darkness, despite having countless thoughts wanting to break this barrier, her limited ability makes it impossible.

Sika stayed like this for three whole days and nights, until the harp strings broke, only then did she leave......

On the other side, Dongfang Xiaohuang initially wanted to invite Lin Zifeng to their National Institute, but Lin Zifeng refused.

Just after Dongfang Xiaohuang left, her father, the National Guardian Martial God Dongfang Haoxuan, leisurely found Lin Zifeng. Ever since Lin Zifeng entered the Marquis Mansion, the National Guardian Martial God has been trying to find a chance to sit down with Lin Zifeng for a conversation. Nevertheless, Lin Zifeng has been avoiding meeting him these days, coupled with Dongfang Xiaohuang clinging to him, thus never giving him the opportunity.

Now that Dongfang Xiaohuang has gone to the National Institute, Dongfang Haoxuan, filled with curiosity, seized this chance to find him. Honestly speaking, Lin Zifeng knows this old fellow’s curiosity, and he doesn’t avoid it. Since he wants to know something, he’d definitely satisfy him. At worst, he’ll tell him everything he wants to know.

”Marquis, whatever you want to ask, just ask directly. I will answer what I know, and I will also answer what I don’t know.” The two sat in the Tea Hall, glancing at each other, occasionally with Dongfang Haoxuan peeking curiously at him, and then Lin Zifeng also following suit. This went on for half a day without either speaking up.

Perhaps Lin Zifeng should be a bit proactive and open up the conversation to improve the atmosphere between the two.

”Haha, Brother Lin is truly forthright; since Brother Lin is so straightforward, I won’t be reserved either.” Dongfang Haoxuan laughed loudly, poured a full cup of tea for Lin Zifeng himself, and politely pushed the snacks on the table towards him, chuckling: ”They’re not really good tea or pastries, Brother Lin, if you don’t mind, have a taste.”

Lin Zifeng was not shy; reaching out to take those snacks, suddenly, Dongfang Haoxuan’s hand also picked up that piece of pastry. The pastry was made with date paste, very soft and fluffy.

Both reached out for the same piece of soft and fluffy pastry simultaneously; how could it withstand their handling?

Lin Zifeng was the first to let go, smiling: ”Since Marquis also fancied this piece, please, Marquis, go ahead.”

”Haha, since Brother Lin also fancied this piece, Brother Lin, please go ahead.” Dongfang Haoxuan laughed heartily and let go, not upset about vying for a piece of pastry.

Lin Zifeng smiled again, reaching out for the pastry once more, who knew, Dongfang Haoxuan also reached for that piece again. This time, Lin Zifeng was a bit annoyed, thinking, must you insist on fighting with me over this piece of pastry?

Alright, let you experience the consequence of quick hands, Lin Zifeng now didn’t intend to let him, holding onto the pastry, a domineering elemental power surged from his arm into the pastry.

Suddenly... when Dongfang Haoxuan tried to seize the pastry, he sensed the immense elemental power infused into it, making it unrealistic to take it in hand.

Most importantly, though the pastry seemed soft and fluffy, under the opponent’s capacious primordial energy infusion, the pastry seemed wrapped by something unmovable, becoming hard like iron.

Dongfang Haoxuan’s brows furrowed slightly downwards, his heart sank momentarily, recalling how Lin Zifeng beat and injured his nose that day, initially thinking he was tricked, with Lin Zifeng having no real skill.

Now, he understood it wrongly, perceiving Lin Zifeng, in his eyes, as a very powerful cultivator.

How could a mighty cultivator emerge from deep mountain origins? Either from secluded ancient clans or from major powers.

Evidently, Dongfang Haoxuan now felt like a monk who was clueless about his circumstances.

Consequently, he infused his thick elemental power into that iron-like pastry, attempting to compete with the opponent, to test Lin Zifeng’s actual strength.

Just as he infused his elemental power into the pastry, his face changed drastically!

Because the elemental power he infused was repelled by the opponent’s power, meaning his element could not contend with Lin Zifeng’s, being resisted and excluded, with only his fingertips entwined stubbornly with elemental power.