Merging with Demon Spirits

After staying home for half a month, Lin Feng hardly stepped outside, enjoying the rare life of a homebody.

Although there were various social invitations every day, Lin Feng uniformly turned them down, cherishing the time spent with family.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang, and Ma Lele, who was watching TV, perked up, standing up with a gleeful tone, "The gifts are here."

During these past two weeks, Lin Feng declined to see visitors. With his current strength, no one dared to disturb him rashly.

Despite this, gifts kept coming endlessly.

Since becoming a King, Lin Feng’s identity has qualitatively changed, having the qualifications to become a Guardian. Many people wish to curry favor and build a good rapport, particularly since Lin Feng is also the captain of the Avengers Alliance, far beyond a typical King.

Various families and consortia in Shangjing racked their brains trying to establish contact with Lin Feng, but were hindered by a lack of connections.

Besides, Lin Feng hated social interactions.

Fortunately, they knew where Lin Feng lived, sending gifts became the only way to build goodwill.

Since Lin Feng became a King, Lin Fang and others also moved. They now live in a single-family villa, which is the residence of Shangjing’s military and government officials and their families, one of the safest areas in Shangjing.

"I’ll go take a look."

Ma Lele ran to the door, quickly opening it.

Even though Lin Feng specifically instructed the gatekeeper to refuse entry, some individuals still left gifts at the community entrance and ran off, many of them fans.

Going on too often, the security comes to the door several times a day, and unwrapping gifts is Ma Lele’s favorite activity.

"Uncle, who are you looking for?"

This time, Ma Lele was disappointed, asking suspiciously upon finding that the visitor was not a security guard, but a middle-aged man wearing a suit, seemingly holding a high position.

"Looking for your brother?"

The middle-aged man said to Ma Lele.

Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Feng got up from the sofa.

The visitor was Wang Jian.

Previously entering the Land of Chaos, the Divine Level soul skill rewarded by the government was personally handed over by Wang Jian, who is also the link between the government and them.

He was holding a black bag in his hand, seemingly containing something, which Lin Feng didn’t mind.

Visiting naturally involves bringing gifts.

"No need for slippers, come in."

Lin Feng walked to the door, smiling slightly.

Wang Jian still changed into slippers, not out of courtesy, but because Lin Feng’s status is now different.

"Long time no see."

He looked up at Lin Feng, his tone somewhat sentimental.

In fact, it hasn’t been long since their last meeting.

In just one year, Lin Feng has become a King, undergoing a magnificent transformation, not only are his battle achievements more glorious, but the imposing aura he carries exerts a slight pressure even on him.

Lin Feng’s presence is completely concealed, yet inexplicably makes one feel uneasy.

"Is it because they slew Alfonso, or because he dared to threaten Hong Tao?"

Feeling a trace of reverence and even tension in his heart, Wang Jian smiled bitterly in surprise.

Previously, in terms of strength and status, he faced Lin Feng from a condescending position.

But this time, both in terms of aura and strength, he is at a disadvantage.

As for status, upon reaching the strength of a King, status becomes meaningless.

After becoming a King, Lin Feng can also be a Guardian, and with his battle achievements, if he wanted to enter the military and political realm, his position would only be higher.

Perhaps even becoming his superior.

"Come in, have a seat."

Lin Feng gestured invitingly, unaware of Wang Jian’s mental activities but sensing his complex emotions.

However, that’s normal.

Not all Kings are the same.

A Martial King like Wang Jian wouldn’t be exaggerated to say that without suppressing his strength, he could defeat ten at a time.

After the guest arrived, family members greeted briefly then returned to their rooms.

Lin Feng began making tea.

"Why have you been staying home lately, young men are usually not so calm? I heard many forces sought you out, but you politely declined all."

"You know I dislike socializing."

"Some social engagements also have benefits."

"The benefits are minimal, better to cultivate."

After chatting casually for a while, Wang Jian glanced at Lin Feng, slightly shifted his posture, and got to the main topic: "This time I’m here mainly for reconciliation, the higher-ups don’t want you and Emperor Hong to clash, it’s not beneficial to the country. You know the importance of an Emperor; losing one can affect the safety of a city."

"It depends on Hong Tao, he’s the one who wanted us dead in the Land of Chaos, and he made Hong Yi a spirit medium. I have only one thing to say: if people don’t offend me, I won’t offend them. If next time he acts against Hong Yi, we won’t hold back."

Lin Feng said calmly, having guessed the purpose of the visitor, his words were straightforward.

Straightforward enough to make Wang Jian’s face change slightly.

Lin Feng’s words seemed to completely disregard the Emperor.

Such arrogant words might be laughed at by others, but he couldn’t laugh.

Because not long ago, the Avengers Alliance had just slain an Extraordinary.

In terms of individual power, Alfonso was stronger than Hong Tao.

Besides, three months have passed, the strength of the Avengers Alliance has increased significantly, conservatively estimated, thirteen members have become Kings.

With the level of their Lifebound Demon Spirits and soul skills, they’re far beyond average Kings.

"Hong Tao has also been warned, the government won’t allow him to trouble Hong Yi again, you can rest assured about this."

Wang Jian said.

Lin Feng nodded without saying much.

Wang Jian didn’t continue discussing the heavy topic, instead asked:

"You’ve become a King, do you have plans to become a Guardian, or thoughts about joining the military and political realm?"

"No." Lin Feng shook his head slightly, without a second thought.

This answer was within Wang Jian’s expectations.

Based on his understanding of Lin Feng, Lin Feng is only interested in strength and money.

"The Fourth Plan hasn’t officially ended, but I see you don’t plan on continuing to participate, do you?"

"Hmm, for me, continuing to participate doesn’t have much meaning, the improvement in strength is limited. I plan to go to the Pure Land, others might continue participating, or they may arrange things independently."

"The Pure Land!"

Wang Jian exclaimed, his tone filled with unavoidable heaviness and dread when mentioning the organization.

It’s a presence that even Hua Country doesn’t want to provoke.

It’s even to the extent that, even the Divine Martial Continent doesn’t want to easily provoke the Pure Land.

The organization’s Twelve Celestial Kings have Emperor-level strength, and their power far surpasses average Emperors, not only in combined strength but also gathering a large number of research talents, some research outcomes even ahead of various countries.

Though the Pure Land is listed as a terrorist organization by the World Alliance, every country sends geniuses or strong individuals trying to join, even if it’s just for an Apostle position.

Twelve Celestial Kings, Twenty-four Apostles.

Each Celestial King has two Apostles.

The number of Celestial Kings and Apostles is fixed, never more, sometimes fewer.

The position of Apostle is extremely precious.

Many Apostles of Celestial Kings are younger relatives.

Lin Feng can become a candidate for Celestial King Hai’s Apostle because Celestial King Hai is on good terms with the Hua Country government.

Of course, this "good term" for Lin Feng comes with quotes.

The Apostle task set by Celestial King Hai isn’t friendly at all.

Every time Lin Feng thinks of this Apostle task, he can’t help but grumble and curse.

As for Apostles, in the Space Gate, he’s killed quite a few.

At least three.

If it weren’t for cultivating "Second Incarnation," Lin Feng wouldn’t have much confidence heading to the Pure Land.

Wang Jian evidently knows about Lin Feng’s Apostle task, his expression also reveals a trace of awkwardness.

The government didn’t anticipate this Apostle task.

This is why Lin Feng is so powerful; otherwise, anyone else would probably have died miserably long ago.

The Apostle task was indeed a trap.

A major trap.

Before leaving, Wang Jian handed the bag he carried to Lin Feng, seeing Lin Feng’s puzzled expression, he smiled and said: "An Earth Chart Demon Spirit, containing Divine Level soul skill, very suitable for your combat system."

"Why suddenly gift me something so precious?"

Divine Level soul skill?

Lin Feng’s eyes revealed some surprise and disbelief.

"Consider it your advance payment, after all, by joining the Pure Land, you might acquire some research results in the future."

"Payment?"

"If you feel pressured, you can also treat it as a congratulatory gift, preemptively congratulating you on becoming the Wind Celestial King."

Wang Jian said with a chuckle.

Listening to Wang Jian’s subsequent words, Lin Feng’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

Wind Celestial King?

Although the title sounds impressive, even Lin Feng doesn’t dare think too much about it.