Chapter 30: It's Me

The Flood Dragon Little Bai carried Lin Feng, racing swiftly toward the lake at the heart of the Nine Nethers Secret Realm.

Even from a great distance, Lin Feng could feel the overwhelming killing energy surging ahead.

Such terrifying killing energy — he had never encountered anything like it before.

He leapt off Little Bai and decided to go assess the situation himself first.

Drawing closer, he spotted the figure in the sky — who else could it be but Aunt Leng?

Though he was curious about when Aunt Leng had entered the Nine Nethers Secret Realm, now was not the time to dwell on that.

Because Leng Hanshuang was being attacked by an arrow of tremendous power, radiating boundless killing intent.

If it struck her, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Watching the arrow close in on Leng Hanshuang, Lin Feng's hair stood on end in fright.

There was no time to think — he threw himself forward and used his body to block it.

Within the Shenxiao Sword Sect, if Su Mubai and Su Xiyao held the first and second places in Lin Feng's heart, then the third place belonged to Leng Hanshuang.

Over twenty years ago, when Lin Feng was still an infant, it was Leng Hanshuang who had raised him.

Lin Feng clearly remembered that even his own name had been given to him by Leng Hanshuang.

Later, in order to keep a low profile, he had concealed his own talent.

How many times had Lin Feng caught Leng Hanshuang looking at him with a gaze full of regret?

As he gradually grew older and became capable of taking care of himself, Lin Feng rarely visited Jade Maiden Peak anymore.

His relationship with Leng Hanshuang had slowly grown distant.

Yet no matter how distant things became, certain debts of gratitude were etched into the heart — never to be forgotten.

If anyone dared to lay a hand on Leng Hanshuang —

Lin Feng would be the first to step forward and refuse to allow it.

Let alone someone trying to kill her.

They would face the full, boundless fury of Lin Feng.

Having blocked the arrow and saved Leng Hanshuang, Lin Feng finally let out a breath of relief.

Thank goodness he had made it in time.

If he had been even a moment later and watched Leng Hanshuang die right before his eyes, Lin Feng reckoned he would have carried that guilt for the rest of his life.

He could guess why Aunt Leng had entered the Nine Nethers Secret Realm.

It was nothing other than to search for the Bianhua Flower on behalf of her master, Su Mubai.

Otherwise, given her standing, she would never have come in here.

The God-Slaying Arrow had been blocked by Lin Feng's back. After being pushed forward a short distance, it exhausted its energy and dissipated.

Over a hundred black-robed figures stared blankly at the scene unfolding in the sky above.

The God-Slaying Arrow they had fired together — blocked by someone using their physical body?

Impossible!

That was absolutely insane!

This was the Nine Nethers Secret Realm, not the outside world.

Not one of them could believe their own eyes.

Especially the Great Leader of the Black-Robed Figures.

He understood the power of the God-Slaying Arrow better than anyone.

He even briefly wondered whether he had overexerted himself so severely that he was hallucinating.

"You… all… deserve… to… die!" Lin Feng ground out the words through clenched teeth.

Boom!!!

An overwhelmingly powerful aura erupted from him in an instant.

He was furious right now.

And the consequences were going to be severe.

If he had arrived even one step later, the Aunt Leng who had bathed him, given him his name, and fed him all those years ago would have been gone forever.

Every one of the black-robed figures felt their breath seize, as though their chests had been struck by a great hammer. One by one, they vomited blood.

Pff, pff, pff…

Mixed within it were fragments of internal organs.

Their bodies were crushed flat against the ground, unable to move — prostrating themselves in a full kowtow as if begging forgiveness for what they had done.

Already drained of all strength, they could not withstand such punishment. Every last one of them fell unconscious.

At the same moment —

Heaven and earth changed color.

The sky, which had been bright moments before, was instantly swallowed by dark clouds.

Wild winds raged, and thunder and lightning crashed together.

It was as though the apocalypse itself had descended upon the world.

The Flood Dragon Little Bai stood not far away.

It felt the heaven-and-earth-shaking might radiating from its master.

Master seemed to have grown even stronger.

After venting for a brief moment, Lin Feng calmed down, and the sky immediately returned to its former stillness.

The two of them held each other tightly.

Leng Hanshuang was dressed in silk robes.

Lin Feng could clearly feel the two peaks pressing against his chest.

Yet holding that alluring, full figure, his mind was completely free of any improper thoughts.

"Little Bai!!!"

"Roar~" The Flood Dragon responded at once.

"Clean up the scene!"

Little Bai understood immediately. It opened its mouth and inhaled.

The black-robed figures lying unconscious on the ground were sucked in one by one, becoming food — never to wake again.

From the moment Lin Feng saved Leng Hanshuang to the moment the black-robed figures were swallowed by Little Bai, everything had happened in an extremely short span of time.

Before Leng Hanshuang had even fully come to her senses, it was all over.

The two of them descended to the ground.

Lin Feng gently released her.

He was about to say a few words.

Then he realized his identity was wrong, and turned to leave.

Staring at the masked man before her, Leng Hanshuang suddenly called out: "Lin Feng!!!"

Lin Feng, who had already turned away, felt a jolt in his heart. He froze for a fraction of a second, then continued walking forward.

Though he had no idea how Aunt Leng had called out his name, he was not yet ready to reveal his identity — and so he decided to deny everything to the end.

"Lin Feng, if you dare walk away, I'll tell Sect Master Senior Brother everything that happened here, and your secret will be exposed."

The moment those words left Leng Hanshuang's lips —

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks. He turned back around and said helplessly: "Aunt Leng! How did you recognize me?"

"Is it really you?" Leng Hanshuang's eyes went wide, her face filled with disbelief.

In truth, the moment she had spotted the unmistakably familiar birthmark on Lin Feng's neck, she had been almost certain of his identity.

How could such a coincidence exist in this world?

Not only was the shape of the birthmark identical, but its position was exactly the same — not off by even a fraction.

Yet that had still been her imagination at work.

Now, she had received a direct, spoken confirmation.

"It's me!!!" Lin Feng said, reaching up to remove his mask and reveal his true face, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

Even now, he still had no idea where he had slipped up and been recognized by Aunt Leng.

"You… you…" Leng Hanshuang found herself at a loss for words.

Was this really the Trash Senior Brother that the disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect whispered about in private?

Just blocking the God-Slaying Arrow without a scratch — even she at her peak could not have done that.

Leng Hanshuang stared at Lin Feng.

As if she could see straight through him.

No matter how hard she thought, she could not make sense of it.

Lin Feng had grown up before her very eyes — she had even given him his name.

Though he had been clever as a child, he had never displayed any exceptional talent.

Just how had he grown to this point?

Could it have been after entering the Nine Nethers Secret Realm?

Impossible!!!

Leng Hanshuang immediately dismissed the thought.

Even the most extraordinary Fortuitous Encounter could never allow a person to make such a massive leap in power.

If it truly had, there would only be one outcome — their body would explode and they would die.

Moreover, someone who advanced too rapidly in a short time would be unable to fully control their own strength.

Lin Feng's performance clearly did not fit that description.

Which meant… he had been hiding his true power all along?

Leng Hanshuang felt that everything unfolding before her was utterly overturning her understanding of the world.

As the saying goes, youth is a time of recklessness.

What young person doesn't want recognition? Doesn't want to show themselves? Doesn't want respect?

Lin Feng alone was someone Leng Hanshuang could not read.

Clearly possessing unrivaled talent, yet concealing it all this time.

Even as every person in the Shenxiao Sword Sect gossiped and slandered him, he accepted it with composure.

Was this the kind of depth a young man in his twenties should possess?

Even those ancient monsters who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years might not be capable of it!

Looking at that familiar face —

Leng Hanshuang couldn't help but think to herself:

What a mysterious man.

Hmm… no, that wasn't right… she should say boy.