Urban All-Round Master

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Black Hawk’s body trembled a few times. Looking up, he saw the tall figure of Red Eagle walking step by step out of the ruins. His former brother now stood alive in front of him, this disorienting feeling was like dreaming.

Lin Zifeng followed behind Red Eagle, smiling, yet his eyes were somewhat red.

Black Hawk rushed forward and gave Red Eagle a big hug, hugging him tightly, as if fearing that the moment he let go, Red Eagle would leave his embrace.

"Black Hawk, I’m still alive!" Red Eagle laughed heartily.

"Damn it! If you didn’t come back to life, I was about to give up on you." Black Hawk teased with a laugh, but his tears betrayed him, flowing continuously. Earlier in the secret chamber, he suggested in front of Lin Zifeng that it would be better not to awaken them, but deep down he wished for his brothers’ awakening too, how could he not?

"Haha... but I did wake up." Red Eagle chuckled. After letting go of Black Hawk, he punched him in the chest and scolded, "I thought I wouldn’t survive this life."

"With Brother Lin around, dying is a tough task," Black Hawk said, wiping his tears with his arm, smiling, "Alright, it’s not like it’s our first meeting, don’t make me cry like a baby." Black Hawk was speechless. Although Red Eagle hadn’t woken up during this time, they saw each other every day.

"Damn, I thought the Death God owed me a life, but in the end, it all evened out." Red Eagle glanced deeply at Lin Zifeng. Years ago, they became a wall of flesh to save Lin Zifeng’s life, but after so many years, Lin Zifeng ended up saving his life.

Life truly is a melodramatic mix of tears and curses.

"Red Eagle, stay with us in the Holy Hall from now on." Lin Zifeng walked up, having discussed many things with Red Eagle in the underground chamber, including the current development of the Holy Hall. Although Red Eagle was a living dead, it wasn’t like he knew nothing; his body couldn’t act on its own, and he couldn’t speak, but his mind was still functional.

"Haha, Death God, if I don’t stay, where else could I go?" Red Eagle quipped with a hint of exasperation, smiling, "I like the thrill of hot-blooded action, can’t stand being idle without it."

"Don’t worry, staying in the Holy Hall means daily thrill," Black Hawk smiled, "Of course, it’s not just thrill you’ll face, there might also be a crisis of death, Red Eagle. Don’t blame me for not warning you. It’s not the same as it used to be, staying in the Holy Hall means facing life and death at any moment."

"Damn it! Do you think I was scared into growing up?" Red Eagle retorted, punching him playfully.

Beside them, Lin Zifeng shook his head helplessly, watching the two fools exchange banter.

Red Eagle’s awakening was unexpected for Lin Zifeng and even more so for Black Hawk.

After all, they became living dead with no vitality in their bodies, only consciousness. Who knew if they could still be brought back to life? But fate mercifully opened a door; even though not all Warhawks were awakened, at least Red Eagle was.

Red Eagle’s awakening might signify a good start.

In the days that followed, the Holy Hall was highly motivated upon hearing that Lin Zifeng had awakened a living dead. Many factions found it incredible that someone in such a near-dead state could regain consciousness. This became a mystery for everyone.

More people speculated that the Holy Hall might possess a treasure. The most powerful treasure known to everyone is Lin Zifeng’s Heavenly Painting Halberd. However, how could such a murderous weapon have the power to resurrect and awaken the living dead?

This remains a puzzling question for all. Some say the Holy Hall annihilated many forces, obtaining numerous treasures, which gave them the power to awaken the dead.

Opinions varied, yet no one knew the truth behind it. As long as Lin Zifeng’s brothers kept quiet, how many could uncover the secret of the Magic Bracelet?

Meanwhile, at the Demon God Sect...

The Sect Master, Yao Qingjiao, summoned Yao Chenfeng with a serious expression, "Did you hear about the Holy Hall waking a living dead?"

"Yes." Yao Chenfeng nodded, hands behind his back, equally grave. Although the Demon God Sect had been trying to win over the Holy Hall, Yao Chenfeng felt uneasy about it. Lin Zifeng of the Holy Hall had a significant potential to betray, and he wasn’t known as an honorable man.

Last time, they offered many benefits, but perhaps it was only temporary peace. It’s not far-fetched that the Holy Hall might turn on them and attack the Demon God Sect, given their previously fierce battles.

"Chengfeng, how about we gift them the Buddha Bone Relics?" After contemplating for a long time, Yao Qingjiao finally made this significant decision.

"What! Buddha Bone Relics? That’s something we risked our lives to acquire, Sect Master, you intend to offer the Buddha Bone Relics to the Holy Hall as a token of goodwill?" Yao Chenfeng shuddered, possibly because few knew the importance of these Relics, but Yao Chenfeng knew how much effort it took to seize them.

Both he and Yao Qingjiao almost lost their lives while competing for the Buddha Bone Relics. If it weren’t for internal strife within the Buddhist Sect, they might never have obtained the Relics, and could have even lost their lives.

But the regret is, these Relics, in their hands, were just worthless stones, unable to be utilized by them and almost cost them their lives.

"The Buddha Bone Relics, though important, are mere stones in our hands. We might as well gift them," Yao Qingjiao squinted with a confident smile.

"Moreover, the majestic Primordial Energy within these Relics is of no use to us. Giving them away benefits us, maybe the Buddha Bone Relics’ devouring effect will have a positive outcome."

"I’m worried that if the Buddha Bone Relics fall into his hands, it might be like adding wings to a tiger," Yao Chenfeng anxiously voiced, bowing his head, lost in thought.

"The devouring power of these Buddha Bone Relics is too great. Given our current cultivation, we can’t absorb it. Even if given to the Holy Hall, they might end up being devoured," Yao Qingjiao smirked coldly.

Getting these Relics was a severe headache, realizing they couldn’t absorb the vast Primordial Energy inside and instead had a consuming effect.

A slight misstep could result in being devoured to death.

"The Buddha Bone Relics are a hot potato, a treasured relic from the Buddhist Sect that we should have offloaded long ago," Yao Qingjiao gestured with his hands, stepping forward with newfound clarity, aware of the power of these Relics and what they signified.

"Sect Master, you’re suggesting pinning the disappearance of the Buddha Bone Relics on the Holy Hall?" Yao Chenfeng suddenly realized. During the acquisition, the deadly standoff claimed many Buddhist disciples’ lives.