Chapter 50: North Wind Team

What a cunning little rascal, and what a reckless brute!

Glancing at the little girl pretending to be aggrieved and the burly man panting heavily, Hu Feng quickly understood what was going on. It seemed this reckless burly man had mistaken him for the culprit who drove the little girl away from home. He was catching anyone he saw and was stubbornly fixated on one idea.

“Brother, how can you say that?” Hu Feng sighed and continued, “I know you like to drink and gamble, but even if you are short on money, you shouldn’t keep doing things like this. Not long ago, your mother was sold by you for a few hundred Crystal Coins and taken away by an old man. Sigh, you sold your sister to me for ten Crystal Coins just for a bottle of wine. Now, after sobering up, you have forgotten everything and are short on money again? Did your wife also sell herself and run off with another man? Sigh, how has a person come to such a state!”

Let me sell your household register!

Hu Feng made up nonsense based on the burly man’s words and shook his head with a pitiful expression. Instantly, a wave of surprise erupted, and it was the turn of the reckless burly man to be blamed by everyone.

“No way, what kind of people are these?”

“Tsk tsk, a lazybones who drinks and gambles, really scary!”

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Watching the reckless burly man with a flushed face, people gasped in astonishment and sighed with emotion. Gamblers were not rare, but gambling to this extent was unprecedented. This was what breaking up a family and losing everything meant!

“You…, I…, I will kill you!”

The one-track-minded burly man was stunned, his face turning red. He was not good at speaking anyway, and when furious, he couldn’t say a word. He drew the axe from the table and swung viciously at Hu Feng. The little girl next to him, though small, was clever, and she was dumbstruck, taking a long time to react. It was always she who deceived others, never expecting Hu Feng to be even better at bluffing. He spoke with such conviction that it seemed absolutely real.

“You…, you want to kill me to silence me?” Hu Feng swayed lightly and quickly dodged behind the little girl, holding her waist without leaving a trace. “Murder! Murder! Killing someone openly within the Settlement. Where is the law? Where is justice?”

Kill me to silence me?

The burly man was so angry he almost vomited blood. He roared loudly, wanting to chop Hu Feng into two pieces, but he worried about accidentally hurting the little girl who was blocking him. He jumped around in rage. Just as he was about to jump behind Hu Feng to attack, his shoulder was suddenly pressed down firmly by someone: “Alastair, enough, stop, don’t let people laugh at us!”

A group of fierce Demon Hunters pushed aside the tea house’s curtain and walked in.

The leading middle-aged man had a cold face. He wore white armor and with a slight press of his right hand, the violent burly man became unable to move. Behind him, whether archers holding longbows or Magicians with profound Magic Power, they all gave off a strong sense of oppression. As soon as they entered, they spread out in formation, obviously a group of Demon Hunters with extremely rich experience, having weathered countless storms.

North Wind Team?

Hu Feng’s heart moved, and he quickly understood the identity of these Demon Hunters. He clenched the Dark Magic Pen in his hand without showing any emotion. He would not kill innocents randomly, but he did not mind teaching a lesson to some arrogant youngsters!

“Young man, this matter has nothing to do with you. Let go of Guli and leave!”

The leading middle-aged man seemed to have held high positions for years. Standing still, he exuded an imposing dignity. While speaking, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the Dark Magic Pen in Hu Feng’s hand. Alastair, this reckless fellow, was impulsive by nature. However, the middle-aged man had experienced countless life-and-death battles. He keenly sensed the faint Killing Intent at the tip of the Dark Magic Pen.

In such cold weather, how could a weak Bard like this have arrived here?

The Dark Heavenly Book could be unearthed at any moment. Aston Town, though small, had gathered countless Strongers. Some people looked more ordinary on the surface, but they might be more dangerous in secret!

“Lord Alastair, it is a pity I couldn’t play a game of Grand Board Nation-Destroying Chess with you. In the future, stop drinking and gambling to death. Some mistakes can be made once, but making the same mistake twice will cost you your life!” Hu Feng smiled, let go of the quirky Guli, patted the burly man on the shoulder, and drifted away. Only when his figure disappeared in the cold wind did people discover that the burly Alastair had frozen into an ice sculpture at some point, his teeth chattering.

Amazing!

The imposing middle-aged man’s face tightened, and a layer of virtual sweat appeared in his palm. Passing by without noticing how Hu Feng made his move, it was easy to imagine how terrifying the latter was. Although he vaguely felt that this Bard was not simple, he didn’t expect his strength to be so terrifying. If he had acted rashly upon entering, what would have happened?

The middle-aged man grabbed the cunning little girl firmly, gave a signal with his eyes, and indicated to a Demon Hunter behind him to carry the immobilized Alastair. They quickly left amid the snowflakes as big as goose feathers. Behind them, some meticulous Demon Hunters also seemed to have realized something and left in pairs, heading towards the snow-covered Saintess Peak.

With the arrival of some peerless Strongers, the time for the Dark Heavenly Book to be unearthed was drawing closer. Even if their strength was insufficient, no one was willing to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Everyone held onto a dream of luck!

Whoosh…

The piercing cold wind whistled non-stop. Accompanied by snowflakes as big as goose feathers, the weather got colder the closer they got to Saintess Peak. To avoid disturbing the peerless Strongers in the dark, Hu Feng decided to climb up slowly and low-key. After nightfall, he stopped at a camp halfway up the mountain and rested cross-legged under a tree with lush branches.

Calling it a camp was an exaggeration; it was actually just an open plain. Some earlier-arriving Demon Hunters had already set up tents to shelter from the heavy snow, and those who arrived late gathered around to warm themselves by the fire, tearing into roasted game meat. Only Hu Feng stayed quietly in the darkness.

“One general achieves success at the cost of ten thousand withered bones. So many Demon Hunters are going up the mountain, but in the end, how many will be able to return home alive?” Watching the many Demon Hunters nearby eating and drinking, dreaming of sweet dreams, Hu Feng sighed secretly.

The more people went up the mountain, the more certain he became that his previous judgment was correct. This was either a deception or a conspiracy. He could not imagine who had laid such a large net and played such a fierce chess game. Compared to the chess players in the tea house, this was a real masterpiece, a real grand game!

Below the Divine Domain, everyone is someone else’s chess piece!

Hu Feng’s heart was as clear as a mirror, understanding that only by reaching the Divine Domain Realm could he truly stand firm in this law of the jungle. His breath was long and steady. He began to focus on his Cultivation. Perhaps because of the snow-covered mountain, perhaps because his mind was free of distractions, his Cultivation yielded twice the result with half the effort. He didn’t know how much time had passed until he was awakened by a faint rustling sound. Opening his eyes, he was greatly shocked.

In the camp not far away, the many sleeping Demon Hunters were lying haphazardly on the ground. Most of them had cold bodies and had stopped breathing at some point. Their faces were sallow, lacking any luster, looking like thousand-year-old sick ghosts. A black-robed figure, more than five meters tall, drifted ghost-like through the camp. It had rough features and looked like a fierce Demon Hunter. However, it had no feet under its long black robe hem; instead, there were yellow-brown tentacles, tough and thin like tree roots. After gently piercing the skin of the Demon Hunters and sucking hard, the latter’s bodies withered rapidly like mummies, losing all their essence.

Ten Thousand Year Tree Demon?

Feeling the exceptionally strong Wood Magic Power fluctuations in the air, Hu Feng’s heart moved. He secretly took out the Dark Magic Pen from his Alternate Dimension and lay quietly on the ground, pretending to be fast asleep.

A powerful Withered Wood Warrior who had cultivated for ten thousand years might become a powerful Fourteenth Step Withered Wood General. It could lock the entire space with one move, possessing a righteous aura, becoming a top-tier creature among Wood-type beings. However, it might also cultivate into an evil Ten Thousand Year Tree Demon, relying solely on absorbing the essence blood and Souls of Demon Hunters to survive, with unfathomable strength.