Chapter 1278

Edited by RED

"Haha! Little boy, how is that possible? You made Xue Wu Tian cough blood! If anyone heard that, they'd be astonished. Everybody would think Xue Wu Tian is ridiculous!" Song Chou Jiu forced a smile as they left. He admired Zhuang Ling Yu's feat.

"Hehe, well, I did it for my dad. Hehe," replied Zhuang Ling Yun. He loved being flattered, so his smile was so big one could see all his teeth.

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly. He hadn't managed to do anything to Xue Wu Tian, but this little boy had managed to make him cough blood!

"Ling Yun, tell me, what did you do?" Lin Feng asked. He didn't believe Zhuang Ling Yun could make Xue Wu Tian cough blood just like that. He had to understand what happened.

Zhuang Ling Yun threw a chicken bone and wiped his hands on Song Chou Jiu's sleeves. Song Chou Jiu was so angry he nearly coughed blood as well.

"Hehe, father, I can't hide anything from you, huh? Indeed, I have a little trick," answered Zhuang Ling Yun, sticking up his thumb. He didn't admire other people, but he admired Lin Feng.

"What trick?" asked Lin Feng, waving Zhuang Ling Yun closer. Miss Eight and the others were around them. Anyone could attack them by surprise in Xue Yu, after all.

"His blood can flow faster in his veins. There is a weird signal and I used it to attack him. It wasn't very fair, but it made him cough blood," said Zhuang Ling Yun honestly.

When Lin Feng heard him, he was covered in cold sweat. How astonishing! That little boy knew many things! He could use his predictions for attacks as well? How imbalanced! Lin Feng couldn't know what it felt like to be Zhuang Ling Yun. Lin Feng had nearly coughed blood when he had heard the boy's predictions the first time as well!

"Ling Yun, can you predict your enemies' future as well?" asked Song Chou Jiu excitedly. However, Zhuang Ling Yun just looked at him aloofly, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"You stinky little boy! HURRY UP AND SPEAK!" shouted Song Chou Jiu furiously and explosively.

Zhuang Ling Yun smiled and stretched out his hand, he said, "Give me a hundred chicken wings."

"I'll give you a thousand when we get back if you speak."

"Of course I can. I can also see that you have a hard-on right now," Zhuang Ling Yun answered promptly, smiling and staring at his crotch mockingly.

Song Chou Jiu reddened. He didn't dare look Zhuang Ling Yun in the eyes.

Lin Feng sighed helplessly, but he didn't blame the kid.

"You should work hard. When we go back, I'll give you lots of cultivation resources. You need to advance quickly," Lin Feng said, hugging the boy as he sped up.

"Hehe, father, in the future, when you fight, I'll always give you instructions. We'll conquer the world together. Hehe!" said Zhuang Ling Yun nodding and kicking his legs.

"Stinky little boy," Lin Feng said. He couldn't help but think of his own children, Lin Zu and Lin Nian, They were four or five years old now. Were they cheeky like Zhuang Ling Yun?

He thought of his children and smiled. Zhuang Ling Yun didn't know why Lin Feng was suddenly smiling. He thought he had made Lin Feng laugh.

"Father, apart from this power, I have another one. You're going to be dumbstruck," said Zhuang Ling Yun smiled. His eyes lit up.

Lin Feng came back to his senses. "Another power?"

"Of course. Otherwise, how do you think I became Huang Xu Tian's adopted son? Why would people from Huang Yu listen to me? It's thanks to my power. I must have a power which allowed me to put pressure on people," said Zhuang Ling Yun, being deliberately mystifying. He seemed satisfied. He didn't want to tell that secret to anyone except Lin Feng.

He was happy to help Lin Feng and he had nothing to hide.

"So what is it?"

"One thousand chicken wings. Is it a deal?" asked Zhuang Ling Yun, stretching out his hand. Everybody burst into laughter and even had tears in their eyes. What a funny condition!

"Alright, if you give me useful information, I'll even feed you chicken wings for your entire life if you wish," Lin Feng said. He was speechless. Why did Zhuang Ling Yun like chicken wings so much? Funny!

"Hehe, I can make ten cultivators of the same level as me become stronger for a day. After that day, they return to normal again," said Zhuang Ling Yun. He stared at Lin Feng and expected him to be astonished.

But Lin Feng didn't look astonished at all. The child wasn't happy.

"Don't you think my power is great, father?" asked Zhuang Ling Yun. He was annoyed.

"Of course it is. You can make ten people stronger and then they can help you. In a battle, it can change everything at the most crucial moment," Lin Feng nodded. Zhuang Ling Yun's power was precious. Huang Xu Tian, however, had still died!

"Since it's powerful, why aren't you surprised?"

"Son, what do I need to do to look surprised? Faint? Or give you kisses on the cheek?" Lin Feng replied, smiling wryly. What was this little boy thinking?

Zhuang Ling Yun understood, but he still wasn't happy. He was proud to tell Lin Feng about his power and hoped Lin Feng would support him and flatter him. However, Lin Feng looked completely unmoved.

"Alright, don't think too much. Man Yu is here. That's your Uncle Song's home. You can eat as many chicken wings as you wish there," Lin Feng said, pointing to a mountain ahead of them. White mist floated above it. It looked like a celestial place. It was the west of Man Yu!

Zhu Ban Chang had left. He had gone back to Gan Yu to be with the Zhu Clan. Zhu Ban Chang was the Young Master of the clan now. Lang Zhe was terrified of Lin Feng. Lin Feng would kill him, but not just yet…

The leader of Man Yu was Lin Feng. A month from now, the ceremony of his Alliance would take place. Man Yu would become the embryo of that Alliance. It would become a pillar in the region.

Lin Feng would help some weak territories of the Region of the Eight Corners rise again. He wanted to destroy everything and then rebuild.

He wanted people to understand he was trying to help them. He wanted them to be impressed and believe in him. He wanted them to admire him, so it would be easier to control everything. It would be easier to keep everything under control in such conditions.

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Half an hour later, they arrived in the mountain range of Man Yu. When they flew halfway up the hill, they saw some small and simple buildings. Song Chou Jiu didn't say anything.

"Go down. You're going to live here from now on," Lin Feng said to Zhuang Ling Yun while landing.

Zhuang Ling Yun looked around. He felt sad. He didn't know this place. He initially thought he'd have a better life if he left Huang Yu, and now he was going to have to stay in such a sad place?

What a hard life!

He remembered his brother Zhuang Ling Xiao. He had a higher status than him now. He worked with people who were much more powerful than Lin Feng in the World of Battles.

What about him? His eyes became teary.

When Lin Feng saw Zhuang Ling Yun's expression, he smiled. That kid had thought he'd live and be treated like a king?

"Stinky little boy, come and get your chicken wings," said Song Chou Jiu angrily. Zhuang Ling Yun looked even sadder, like a hungry wolf. Song Chou Jiu was pissed off.

Miss Eight returned to her real appearance.

"Lin Feng, you really trust that kid?" asked Miss Eight worriedly. Zhuang Ling Yun was a very special kid. He had strange powers. They hoped he wouldn't cause trouble.

When such people submitted to Lin Feng too quickly, she had suspicions.

"Miss Eight, you…"

"Don't call me Miss Eight. My father calls me that. Call me by my real name, Tie Niu!" said Miss Eight, interrupting Lin Feng impatiently.

Lin Feng wanted to smile at first, but he didn't. Her name was too weird.

(Translator's Note: her name could be translated as "The Iron Chick")

"I'll call you Sister Eight, it's a little bit more friendly."

"Alright, Sister Eight sounds good."

"Sister Eight, I have the feeling that that kid is naughty and has his own plan, but I still trust him."

"Why do you trust him?"

"Because of my intuition!"

"…"

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