Chapter 201: He Isn’t Angry—Really.
“This looks like it’s supposed to be worn on the arm,” Stone said, holding up a thick, rounded ring and eyeing it critically on his own arm. Then, he passed the ring over to Ling Feng with a grin. “Hey bro Ling, give it a try! Let’s see what kind of magic it’s got!”
Ling Feng didn’t hesitate. He took a quick glance, then opened the ring, slipping it onto his arm. He raised his fist, feeling a bit of weight but noticing it wasn’t metal—rather, it was soft and flexible. No discomfort at all, maybe just a little heavier than before.
Then, as he poured his spiritual power into the artifact, the next second, a wave of intense heat hit him. He gritted his teeth, feeling as if a blazing fire was surging from his arm into his body, fighting with his demonic energy, even making his divine consciousness’s ancient bell seem to tremble and turn semi-transparent.
Yep, that was painfully intense. He was almost on the brink of collapsing, sweat dripping like a leaky faucet onto the ground.
If his demon power wasn’t suppressed, he’d probably think his arm was hosting the inquisition’s favorite torture device.
“Big bro Ling?!”
Seeing Stone seem about to come over and help him, Ling Feng waved him off with his last bit of strength, signaling to keep his distance.
It was over ten minutes before Ling Feng managed to stand up, soaked from head to toe in sweat. His clothes clung to him so tightly they were practically glued.
“Big bro Ling, you okay?” Stone asked, genuinely worried.
Ling Feng took a moment to feel the suppressed demonic energy inside him, then flashed a wide, satisfied smile. “No problem! I feel great right now!”
He wasn’t expecting the artifact sent by the Young Master of the White Family to be so effective—under its suppression, he could even tap into his Golden Core Stage strength now. Even if someone was targeting them, he’d be whole lot less worried!
“This Spirit Artifact isn’t ordinary,” Ling Feng said, reaching out with his other hand to touch the metal ring on his arm. As a former genius from the Western Region, he knew all too well how difficult it was to suppress demonic energy once it had been corrupted—especially not ordinary demonic energy.
He’d sell everything he had just for this artifact on his arm—nothing was worth more. And now, the White Family’s Young Master had handed him such a precious treasure so casually. Seriously, this was a debt he’d never be able to repay.
“Stone, let’s find Erdan and the others,” Ling Feng said, straightening up. “The past few days, I’ve been training y’all hard. We might be facing a big fight soon.”
Back in the day, he hadn’t been able to unleash much power, and the White Family had little influence in Golden Lion City, so he’d been tolerant and patient. But now, with his demonic energy suppressed—things are different. It’s time to give those fools a taste of hardship.
He’d heard that Mo Family had a genius who was taking advantage of some factional disputes, and the White Family’s shops seemed targeted by Mo Family’s people. If they pushed too far…
Meanwhile,
[Beep: Detected that, thanks to the host’s scheme, Ling Feng’s loyalty points have increased, rewards: Luck Points +321, All Attributes +32.]
Bai Feng: “…”
He wasn’t surprised. He’d already anticipated this when making the Spirit Artifact.
Compared to Ling Feng, the Child of Destiny joining the Demon Path and then turning against him, this situation was a piece of cake. Just a few hundred points of luck, no big deal.
He didn’t get mad—really.
Bai Feng silently took out a small notebook from his pocket, making a note in his system log.
While Bai Feng was nursing grudges, Shui Miaomiao continued exploring the Simulation Secret Realm.
“Huh? What’s this?”
Walking along, she suddenly spotted a wall that looked a little off—its color was slightly lighter than the others, as if someone had deliberately patched it up.
She reached out, lightly knocking on the wall. In the next second, the wall suddenly vanished, revealing a narrow corridor.
Shuim Miaomiao blinked in surprise. Was this Bai Senior Brother’s doing? Or just a glitch in the Secret Realm?
After a few seconds of pondering, she decided to go in.
Clenching her sword tightly, she stepped cautiously into the narrow passage.
The corridor was short; she soon arrived at the end—a spacious room with bottles and jars piled in the corners. Most of these bottles were empty, though.
In the center of the room stood an ancient alchemy furnace.
“Could this be one of those hidden areas only the protagonist is supposed to find in novels?”
Miaomiao’s mood suddenly lifted. She hadn’t expected Bai Senior Brother to craft something like this.
But trusting Bai Feng, she didn’t rush in blindly—she examined everything around her carefully, even scrutinizing overhead.
Only after confirming there were no enemies hidden did she stride confidently toward the furnace.
“Hey, what’s this furnace good for? Can I just take it?”
She paused, thinking for a few seconds, then placed her hand on the furnace, trying to see what was inside.
Suddenly!
As she leaned closer, a huge beast claw made of wood shot out of the furnace and clawed toward her.
“Ahh!!”
Startled, Shui Miaomiao yelled and instinctively dodged the claw, quickly retreating.
The wooden beast claw missed its target but didn’t give up. It suddenly sprouted four more claws, flipping over and standing upright—the enormous furnace was now “carried” on its back.
Looking at those claws twitching menacingly, Miaomiao’s face looked like she was about to cry—had Bai Senior Brother been traumatized or something? Why would he make something so disgusting?
And isn’t this all too familiar? If she hadn’t dodged, would she be—?
No time for daydreaming. The beast claw carrying the furnace shot toward her again.
“Bai Senior Brother, save me!!”
Without hesitation, she turned and sprinted back along the way she came.
Watching from the shadows, Bai Feng sighed. “…”
Man, Shui Sister’s mental state still needs some work. This thing he’d made isn’t even that scary!
Ah well, better to check in on Little Seven and the others.
He shifted perspective swiftly, and soon Little Seven appeared on the screen.
Little Seven didn’t explore the alchemy room—she chose the Sword Pavilion instead.
She watched her surroundings warily, moving forward carefully. Even if enemies suddenly popped out from a corner, she remained calm, swiftly dealing with them—an outright opposite of Shui Miaomiao’s panicked screaming.
“Not bad,” Bai Feng nodded, then switched to another scene.
This time, three disciples exploring together, obviously more tense—jumping at sudden surprises but still responding quickly enough. No screaming fits like Shui Miaomiao, at least.
All quite normal. Almost to the point where it made him a bit uncomfortable.
Why did he originally think about letting Shui Miaomiao test things?
