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Demon Dragon Mad God

Chapter 67 Basin
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Chapter 67: Chapter 67 Basin

"Alright, how do you remaining few want to resolve this? Together or one-on-one? Personally, I recommend you all come at once. It’ll be quicker, and I need to save time to look for medicinal herbs. I don’t have the time to mess around with you here."

Lin Feng looked at the remaining Wang Family disciples with an air of nonchalance.

Upon hearing this, the disciples not only refrained from getting angry but instead inexplicably shivered. They glanced at Wang Niu, who had his hand bones broken and had passed out from the pain, then at Wang You, who was vomiting blood, and each of them felt a surge of fear rise in their hearts.

One is the second genius of the family, and the other the third; now, both lay on the ground more miserable than the other.

"We, we surrender."

"Surrender?"

Lin Feng saw their response and couldn’t be bothered to make another move.

"Hand over everything you have on you."

The Wang Family disciples’ faces filled with dejection as they heard this. The few medicinal herbs they had found with great difficulty were going to be handed over just like that. But as they were reminded of Lin Feng’s monstrous strength, they shivered.

The few Wang Family disciples had about twenty or so medicinal herbs altogether. Lin Feng handed them over to Ji Wuye and his group for disposal.

He was only responsible for teaching the Wang Family a lesson and looting the medicine garden here. All other matters were unrelated to him.

"Don’t, don’t kill us. We know of a basin with many medicinal herbs, and there might even be century-old herbs there. Without any accidents, Wang Jie and his group should have gone there," blurted out a Wang Family disciple, thinking that Ji Wuye would kill them after being tied up so tightly, they wet their pants from fear.

"Oh? There’s such a place?" Ji Wuye suddenly spoke with curiosity.

"Absolutely, I wouldn’t lie to you. Actually, we discovered it last time, but it was only on the last day that we found the entrance. This time, Wang Jie must have gone straight there. And, you might have heard about the five hundred-year-old medicinal herbs rumored to be here, they could very well be in that place!" the Wang Family disciple hurriedly said.

Ji Wuye looked to Lin Feng upon hearing this, obviously waiting for him to make a decision.

"Such a good place is naturally worth a visit, but we can’t bring these guys along."

Lin Feng said.

Hearing this, the Wang Family disciples immediately began to beg for mercy, while Ji Wuye hesitated. Killing them might provoke the Wang Family patriarch to trouble the Ji Family, but not killing also left a bad taste.

In the end, for fear of incurring the wrath of the family, Ji Wuye decided not to kill.

Lin Feng didn’t care about Ji Wuye’s decision; he was just a Guest Elder. Put bluntly, a Guest Elder is just a hired hand.

"Lin Feng, should we go to their so-called basin now? This is a rough map drawn by that kid," Ji Wuye handed over a piece of torn cloth to Lin Feng, which had a crude, blood-drawn sketch. Although rudimentary, it still vaguely indicated the route and wasn’t too far from their current location. It seemed that Lin You and his group were preparing to head there.

"Going is a must, but not right now. Here’s what we’ll do: you all go look for medicinal herbs elsewhere, and leave Wang Jie and his group to me."

Lin Feng thought for a moment and then spoke. After all, having Ji Wuye and his group follow him was not much help, but rather a burden.

"That’s fine, then. Just take care of yourself." Ji Wuye didn’t refuse. With Wang You knocked out cold by Lin Feng, and Wang Jie at the basin, there would be no danger for the Ji Family. They could take this opportunity to find more medicinal herbs.

Thinking this, Ji Wuye and the group of Ji Family disciples parted ways with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng glanced at the map, picked out the direction, and leapt forward directly.

Inside the basin, a group of people was pushing forward, led by Lin Jie, the leading figure of the younger generation of the Wang Family.

"Brother Jie, should we wait for Brother You and the others to arrive and move together, or should the few of us brothers go ahead and search first?"

A Wang Family disciple asked.

The leading Wang Jie glanced around, "The Spiritual Energy here is more abundant than in other places. Last time we wasted most of our time looking for the entrance and couldn’t get in at the critical moment. We cannot miss this chance this time, and as for Wang You, don’t bother about him."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh

Just then, several streaks of light shot out from the depths of the basin, followed by a strong fragrance of medicinal herbs.

"Centuries-old medicinal herbs!!"

In an instant, the Wang Family disciples were all excited, their eyes falling on Wang Jie, even Wang Jie himself was moved, a smile appearing on his face: "We’ve encountered centuries-old medicinal herbs just after entering the basin, it seems this place is more magical than we imagined! What are you waiting for? Let’s go!"

Whoosh!

With that said, he was the first to shoot out like an arrow from the bow, reaching for those streaks of light, and the other Wang Family disciples also wore excited expressions.

Lin Feng nearly got lost on his way to the basin following the map, as the entrance was too hard to find. He searched several times before discovering it, and entering the basin via a narrow path, Lin Feng could clearly feel that the Spiritual Energy here was several grades richer than the outside.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, "If I could cultivate here for ten days or half a month, even without medicinal herbs, I could easily step into Martial Master Fourth Layer."

Unfortunately, the time the Medicine Garden opens is only three days, and it opens once every five years for three days, probably also considering the Spiritual Energy here.

Roar roar roar roar

At this moment, a thunderous roar of a Demon Beast suddenly came from the depths, shaking the ground.

"What a powerful Beast Roar, that Demon Beast must be at least a Ninth Rank Demon General."

A Demon General corresponds to a human Martial Artist’s martial master, while a Demon Phase corresponds to a Great Martial Master.

A Ninth Rank Demon General is equivalent to the level of a Ninth Layer martial master, extremely powerful.

"Sure enough, with such abundant Spiritual Energy here, the Demon Beasts aren’t fools either; they’d definitely also want to come over, but the entrance to this basin is too narrow. Unless it’s a flying Demon Beast, even the stronger ones wouldn’t be able to come in."

Lin Feng listened to the helplessness and anger among those Beast Roars, realizing that the Demon Beasts outside and felt relieved.

Whoosh whoosh!

Just then, perhaps startled by the angry roar of the Demon Beast, two streaks of light flew out.

"Centuries-old medicinal herbs!"

Lin Feng, with quick eyes and fast hands, immediately leaped up and caught the two streaks of light in the palm of his hand, looking down, indeed, the fragrance was overwhelming.

One was a century-old Candle Fruit, and the other was a century-old Heart Cleansing Vine. Although both are commonly found in the market, their age made them precious.

For medicinal herbs, a century is a watershed; those that have aged over a century are Top Grade medicinal herbs, rare and valuable, with each one’s value in the thousands.

"Just entered and got such a big welcome gift, I actually started to get a little excited."

A sharp light flashed in Lin Feng’s eyes, and he immediately exerted the Floating Step and dashed forward. Along the way, Lin Feng encountered many medicinal herbs, all of them fifty to sixty years old, and he gathered them all into his bag.

"Quick, there’s one over there!"

"I’ll block it there!"

At this moment, through the dense Spirit Fog, Lin Feng saw two figures darting ahead.

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